Well after exposing the sham of 21st century living with my thoughts on the tragic hoax of 9/11, which attracted much comment and further facts on the fact that it was not Johnny Muslim who laid waste to the centre of New York back in 2001 but probably G W Bush and his cronies in Central Powers, who enticed the American people into a war with the mythical Al Quaeda and the super weak state of Iraq.  As somebody said Woodrow Wilson needed the Lusitania, Franklyn D needed Pearl Harbour and Lyndon B needed the Gulf of Tonkin incidents in Vietnam in 1964 to bring America to a war situation.  The bullish and naive American nation never learn, but they might now that the truth is eventually coming out.

Well after that I suggested another look was needed at the so called Holocaust of the 1940s in Germany and put the thought out that there might not have been a Jewish Holocaust, there might have been a Russian one, or a European one or even was it a holocaust at all but the fact that people died in their millions by living in atrocious conditions and dying uncared for of illness and disease.

This also attracted much comment and argument and some amount of bad temper.  I’m sorry to say that strong debate often sinks to tantrum when people argue a case they are unsure of.  All I could add is that if the Powers can produce a 9/11 why can they not also produce mass death and myth or anything else really that will control the gullible population of this planet.

Well as a gut busting third try at getting you my many readers on my critical side, what if I denounce the majority of the medical profession and industry as being a bunch of murdering chancers.

We all know that the most unsettling medical news of the last 40 years has been the introduction of AIDS (Acquired Immunity Deficiency Syndrome) into our minds and vocabularies.  It became a scare story to end all scare stories for people born in the second half of the 20th century, especially for those who wanted to put it about a bit.  People stopped having carnal thoughts and ambitions about each other and started to become the blotting paper that sucked up the crap the Powers fed to us.  Yes by the mid 1970s the shagging had definitely to stop.

The myth was born that Aids was a disease caught from chimpanzees but that was quickly buried but nothing regarding cause ever took its place and in fact AIDS is not a disease but a collection of illnesses that together or in pairs causes temporary damage to our immune systems.  The lie that HIV (Human Immunodeficiency Virus) positive people then go on to catch AIDS is another medical lie told by a medico who did not bother with any research or consultation with peers.  Dr Robert Gallo is the American doctor who in the early 1980s linked HIV positive cases to AIDS which caused the whole thing to blow up in our faces as the medical profession panicked at his utterances.

HIV positive in itself is not normally a death warrant but is a collection of dead cells in the blood that normally do no damage to the individual but are caused by previous diseases recovered from and addiction use of certain substances.  AIDS was a medical term used by the industry to group together 20 odd plus diseases and other factors into a new illness.  These were in the main – pneumonia, herpes, candidiasis, salmonella, various cancers, vaccine and antibiotic damage, amyl nitrate damage, malnutrition, TB, malaria, dysentry, leprosy especially in Africa where these illnesses were rife and medical care poor.  This caused a pharmaceutical explosion which the companies jumped into in a big way.

The largest of these companies Glaxo Wellcome came up with the wonder drug AZT or Retrovir which was developed as a cancer drug but was found to be killing patients quicker than the disease it was supposed to cure.  Glaxo then used AZT for the treatment of this new disease AIDS and it continued to kill people just as quickly but that said the doctors was because the disease was so pernicious.  Instead of treating the symptoms showing of the above conditions individually, the patients who showed symptoms suggesting several illnesses were all classed as AIDS patients and quickly with the aid of AZT removed from the firing line.

A good idea of how dangerous Gallo’s link of HIV positive becoming AIDS was from Japan where AIDS as an illness was virtually unknown.  Random tests on groups of people found that 25% of the population was HIV positive but AIDS did not exist.  HIV positivity is harmless yet women during ante natal examination were offered the choice of an HIV test and if positive were offered AZT with all its murderous effects.  One woman in America reported HIV positivity, she was married with three children but would not take the drugs offered for AIDS as advised by her doctors but did decide not to continue with sexual relations with her husband.  For eight years she abstained, I don’t know about him but nothing  worsened in her supposed condition, so she decided to have another medical test and found she was then HIV negative and as fit as a fiddle.  Let us hope she made up for lost time.

By now Gallo was a multi-millionaire and the drug companies had made billions feeding poisons to half of Africa and good parts of the rest of the world.  However Gallo and the Pharmas are murderers, they have known the falsehoods of their diagnoses and the effectiveness of the poisons they produced to cure a disease that did not exist.

A growing number of thinking men and women in the medical profession are coming round to this view but the “For AIDS” lobby is fighting back.  Too many people’s careers are intrinsically linked to this new disease, they do not want their murdering ways discovered and so scare stories are introduced at regular intervals to keep people’s minds alert to the absolute dangers of AIDS.  A non-existent disease caused by a harmless condition.  There are no known scientific documents saying that HIV causes AIDS.

Peter Duesberg Member of the National Academy of Scientists in America says that “the epidemiology of AIDS is a pile of anecdotal stories selected to fit the virus/AIDS hypothesis.  “AIDS is not a disease at all” says Tom Bethel of the Hoover Institute, ” it is a government programme”

Do not take my word for it as I am no scientist but look at the following links and they should satisfy any doubts.

http://www.originofaids.com

http://www.harmonikireland.com/hiv-hoax/

http://henrymakow.com/the_aids_hoax.html

WWW.whale.to/b/hiv.html

Let bare back shagging recommence!

For 63 years I was a dumb fucker, I believed in everything I had been taught, in everything I had read in the newspapers and everything I had listened to on television and everything and anything a priest told me, he of the ultimate authority.

Then in November 2009 came the Murphy Report  confirming the transgressions of generations of priests in Ireland and in the Archdiocese of Dublin in particular.  But worse than that for me was that the priests and episcopacy had been covering up this paedophilic scandal for decades, successfully hiding the knowledge from its congregation whilst the evil perpetrators carried on with their perversity.

At this time and coincidentally, I started writing my blog and this project started to make me think and analyse subjects that I had not done before.  I started to question the Church, its pomps, its teaching, realising its idiocies, realising its utter disrespect for its followers and having satisfied myself with its falsities, having satisfied myself of its brazen lying utterances, I turned my attention then to all forms of authority.  I was a wimp but quickly became a tiger.

This past couple of weeks I have been picking out certain areas that concern me, by certain, because all areas concerned with authority, professionalism and legality concern me, but areas I knew were close to the surface and would elicit comment.  I started with the obvious 9/11 debate and especially Building 7, the false flag that was so badly handled, it awoke millions to the fact that we were all being taken for a catastrophic ride by the Powers that rule us.  I then went on to discuss the red hot potato of western discussion, the supposed Jewish Holocaust of the 1940s and that certainly got people spitting and hostile.  I then barged into the is it or isn’t it AIDS debate knowing a few feathers would be ruffled and so in fact they were.  I could have picked any three topics out of a host of similar false flags which are happening around the world on it seems a weekly basis now.  Methinks the Powers are getting twitchy with this flippin’ internet buggering things up for them all the time.

During this period I discovered a book by John Hamer, The Falsification of History: Our Distorted Reality and would suggest everybody, truth-seeker or not, read it.  I bought it for a fiver on my Kindle and its worth a hundred times more than that for its analysis of the problems we are facing.  Let me just quote two sections from it which might make the dumb fuckers sit up.

“Step by step and day by day, the claims of what must be real have become increasingly outrageous, as the twisting of excuses used to defend them have become more fragile, ridiculous and indefensible” says LES Visable, a musician and researcher.

So presenting us with a false version of reality is an intrinsic part of the way we are controlled.  We are all part of an “infinite consciousness” linking all sentient and indeed non-sentient entities together at a very basic sub-atomic level.  This is not simply my own speculation but the opinion of a growing number of independent-thinking mainstream scientists and researchers.  If we knew what power we really have as individuals and collectively as a species and what infinite possibilities exist, it would be impossible to control us effectively.  So a system has been devised and evolved which keeps us in ignorance in our narrow little ” box of reality” and if we question it or try and move outside of it, we are instantly slapped down or ridiculed, not just by our masters but also by all the other “sheeple”, our peers and our “gatekeepers”.  And thus within this self-policing paradigm we find it difficult, if not impossible, to accept anything that is not part of our pre-programmed reality.  Anything that appears to fall outside the narrow boundaries of what we have been told and accepted as absolute fact all our lives is regarded and treated as simply ludicrous by the “ignorant masses” ( my dumb fuckers) and I include in this term even those supposedly-well-educated persons who “benefitted” from a “first class education” at the world’s premier universities.  Actually no, allow me to revise that, I would say especially those  supposedly-well-educated persons who “benefitted” from a “first class education” at the worlds premier universities, usually followed by a career in politics or an elite corporation, scientific, medical or educational environment.

The second passage is this:-

The pre-programmed mind-set is exceptionally prevalent in academia also.  Supposedly intelligent, well-educated members of the scientific, political, commercial, media and educational communities possess opinions that have been moulded by decades of propaganda from primary school, through university, backed up by the self-over-estimation of their own intelligence, influenced in no small measure by society’s misleading norm that presents “knowledge” as synonymous with “intelligence”.  To try and break that programming by offering up strong cicumstantial evidence and alternative considered hypotheses about anything that contradicts their mind-set, is often an impossible task.

So for those of you who have made the transgression and found the truth read the book to confirm how right you were and for you poor intelligent and well-educated dumb fuckers buy it to try and understand there is a different world out there than what you have been taught and in which you misguidedly believe.

To finish off this piece let me give you a simple illustration of how reality is not normally accepted by the majority and how it takes years of scientific argument and evidence for the dumb fuckers to come round.  I did a course at Galway University or as it is better known NUI Galway, the subject Archaeology.  The head of the Department and a specialist in Bronze and Iron Age archaeology was a chap called John Waddell.  A remarkable thinking analyst and a great teacher to boot.  Twenty years ago or more after examining all the evidence, John came out with the brainstorming suggestion that there was never a Celtic Ireland.  Now that probably means little to you people round the world but in Ireland it was the equivalent of saying the Pope was a woman.  Ireland has built its personality on the fact that the people of the island were Celts through and through, entrepreneurs had made millions from the idea, politicians cherished its historic fact and here was this man in the far west of Ireland talking shite.  John had said that the Celts did not arrive in Ireland en masse and turn the place into the didley dee country that it now is, but their influences did arrive through elite marriage and trade.  The senior archeologists of the country disowned him, in fact in my group, one of the students stood up and walked out and was never seen again after John had explained his theory to us one day.  That was 20 years ago and now the old school have died off and new blood, people who could see the evidence when shown have taken their place.  The whole of Archaeological academe is now behind John and what was once his heresy.

I was alerted to Father Timothy Hopkins having all charges dropped by the Criminal Prosecution Service regarding his alleged sexual assault on a young girl at a previous parish.  At the time of the police investigation he was parish priest at St Mary’s in Denton and also on the Board of Governors of St Bede’s College in Manchester.  Well that kindly act by the CPS must have been met with great gasps of relief by the Salford Diocese and especially St Bede’s College, an institution historically mired with clerical sexual abuse.

This morning I googled Fr Tim and there it was in last Thursday’s edition of the Manchester Evening News.  Thank the good lord.  The CPS must have realised the police did not have enough on him to win the case in court.  However the old bishop, Terry Brain, is a man who knows a thing or two about priestly sexual abuse, decided to ask Tim to step down from his parochial duties at St Mary’s because Tim had had such a stressful time.  The Bishop told him to lie low for a few months.  Why an innocent man should have to lie low is beyond me but that is the way of the world today.  When a priest in our diocese of Elphin was wrongfully accused of similar and was investigated and cleared, he went straight back to his clerical duties.

So I started to wander what Old Tim was doing on this enforced furlough and I looked up the Directory of Priests of the Salford Diocese and guess what?  Fr Tim is not there, his name has been deleted, it has vamoosed.  Why should they strike him off the register when the man is supposedly innocent, when he is just letting loose his stresses in some comfortable environment.

The MEN went on to say that although stripped of his parish duties, he was still a governor of St Bede’s College in Manchester.  Good I thought and I followed my nose and googled the Board of Governors of St Bede’s College in Manchester.  Lo and behold, there was a whole new raft of governors.  I knew they had been advertising in the Tablet but it was the first time I had seen the new list.  From a paltry few clerics who had been holding the fort since April of this year there were now eleven but nowhere on the list could I see Fr Tim.

Besides the florid Quinlan and the old bish, there were the stalwart McMahon and two clerics who had joined in April, Daly and Parkinson and then a strong body of new laymen.  Not new exactly because Ellwood, the vice chair and Byrne, had been there before.  Byrne having resigned in March following legal advice but obviously having fresh advice which brought him back into the fray again.  Lannigan, the accountant, was there, he had never left and there were three new laymen, a chap called Richards and another called Niven. I do not know these two boys but undoubtedly over the next few months we will familiarise ourselves with each other.  Last but not least and surprisingly but not that surprisingly, when you look at the overall picture there was Des Coffey’s name insanely smiling at me from the web page.  Des, I think went to Xav’s, so what was he doing on Bede’s board, a bit of a comedown for the old alma mater, mind you he was a bit of a teacher in his heyday, but wait a minute I know why he is there, it’s because he is one of the shining lights at  Manchester City Football Club where for some years he has been trying to instal some modicum of knowledge and education into admittedly not the sharpest tools in the box, the superstars of tomorrow, the kids at Platt Lane.

Somebody somewhere in the debate about Bede’s future suggested that although it looked like the school was going down the pan and that the diocese would not hinder its fall, the bish would make big bucks by selling off its assets but tendered the notion that there was another way out if Sheikh Mansour, or whatever is the name of the ruling arab at Eastlands, might take over the school.  Never a truer word was said, Coffey, who was described to me as a meagre slime-ball by somebody who knows him, completely out of his depth but pretending to be a big cheese, must be the first step in that process and also he only lives round the corner on St Werburgh’s Road and the school will not have to pay any travelling expenses.  I also understand that Kearney of Bede’s is taking over the Spanish Department for the start of next year with Pelligrini as his assistant when they both lose their jobs at the end of the season.

So there I was confronted by the names of the brand new board, so I thought I would ring up my mate at Companies House to ask when this new board had been incorporated.  He looked up his files and with a knowing smirk he informed me that I was up the pole, there has been no new directors (Board members) appointed since the furore of last March when Lanigan really had his ball and a whole crowd of laymen stepped out and two worthy priests stepped in again.

Now it strikes me that along the way there are a few porkies being told.  The Bishop says he has offered Tim a furlough but at the same time he has struck him off his Directory of Priests.  The MEN says Tim is still a Governor of St Bede’s College in Manchester but the College on their website say he isn’t but that we do have a new Board of Governors, but Companies House says it doesn’t.

Somehow somebody will have to get to the bottom of this riddle and I suppose it will have to be me.  If there is anybody who on reading this can shed some light, step forward but in the end time will surely tell.

For the past four years whilst I have been writing this blog, I have been banging on about two main subjects, two subjects that show the depths the British Isles have sunk to over these last few years.  The depths of injustice that this seemingly peaceful, democratic country has sunk to.  Well I think the tide is turning, I think people are becoming more aware and I think these puppets who govern us are alarmed and are back-pedalling like mad.

My two main themes have been on the subject of abuse.  Clerical abuse in the Catholic Church, in the form of priests raping both physically and mentally the young and in some cases the not so young of their congregation and the societal abuse by the elite in our midst who have formed clubs, groups, rings, call it what you like, whose sole purpose is to nurture vulnerable children and adults and to vent on them the basest sexual programmes known to mankind.  These psychopathic groups have probably been around for ever but at least with the power of the internet we are beginning to understand and winkle these people out.

In my time on this blog I have written about many things and on any whim I chose but mainly on the sexual abuse, by teaching clergy, of young 11, 12 and 13 year olds at my alma mater, St Bede’s College in Manchester and its subsequent cover up by the Diocese of Salford and also the sexual abuse of a young Downes Syndrome girl, Hollie Greig, by a ring of professional people in Aberdeen and its successful cover up by the law and government ministers in Scotland.

The St Bede’s abuse is now nearing its successful denouement after nearly three years of patient legal slogging.  The stupid Diocese Of Salford and its equally stupid bishop know of the abuse, the bishop has even accepted that it happened but for whatever reason wants to blacken the diocesan name and its clergy even more by dragging the case through the courts.  It must be some kind of self imposed penance but their day has undoubtedly come but if the Church can sink any lower in our estimation it will do so before our lawyers are finished with them.  So saying that I will leave it be, for the case to chart its own course over the next while.

Today I just want to comment on the Hollie Greig fiasco in Scotland because since I first latched on to this story in early 2010 it has gathered wings and flown to massive heights as people took up the cudgel on Hollie’s behalf, but still the people of Scotland and England for that matter know little of the matter.  It shows you how main stream media toe the government line in cases of this nature and also how sheltered the mass of the population are when it comes to the truth.

Hollie was raped by a defined group of people, systematically and abhorrently over a number of years.  The ring organised by her father and brother included judges, policemen, teachers, social workers; all those people who should be upholding the law instead of disparaging it.

The problem was contained and covered up by the chief legal officer of the Grampian region in which Aberdeen lies, Elish Angiolini, the Procurator Fiscal for Grampian.  The bit was taken up by Robert Green, a layman from Warrington who could see the total injustice and decided to challenge Angiolini and it all led to him receiving a twelve month prison sentence for a breach of the peace by Sheriff Edward Bowen whose illegal like would not have been entertained in a Ku Klux Klan gathering in America,

Meanwhile Angiolini’s star was rising and she was taken under the wing of the SNP, the ruling political party in Scotland today.  She was quickly promoted through a succession of posts until eventually becoming Lord Advocate of Scotland, the highest ranking legal post in that country.  On her way she covered up any legal transgressions that high ranking Scots had made.  They could rape and pillage before them without any fear of the arm of the law on their shoulders.

Suddenly a couple of years ago, Angiolini stepped down from her legal pinnacle with undue haste.  Robert Green has now found out that a legal argument with the power to oust her was on the books.  This case never came to court and was successfully covered up by her equally criminal successors ,  MacCaskill and Mulholland.  But the die had been cast, she was becoming hard to protect.  She needed to lie low for a while, a job was found for her, a lovely niche number as Principal of St Hugh’s College in Oxford.

By now other people, other champions of principle had joined in the fray, the pressure on Angiolini was massive but she continued her magalomaniac ways, bringing Robert to court for defamation which was adjourned  while the judge presumably chatted with his mates and bringing one of these champions of principal, Tim Rustige, to court for stalking her on the internet and causing her fear and alarm when all Tim had done was question her abilities in the light of her record as to whether she was the right person to look after an Oxford College.  Tim from Prisoners of Conscience International runs a satirical  but highly influential blog called Rusty’s Skewed Views and in his own inimitable fashion posed the question.

Because he asked that question Tim has been arrested three times by Grampian Police, witnessed by the kind and loving attention of Greater Manchester Police, for complaining in England about the future of an English college.  He and his family have been put under intense police pressure and Tim himself as suffered the indignity of incarceration in a police cell, his tribulations over the last two years have been well recorded.  But it was here that Angiolini made her fatal mistake by bringing Tim to court where she was chief complainant.  That meant she had to appear in court, in all other cases concerning Robert Green she had engineered it that her presence was not required.  Robert Green was going to be Tim’s chief witness.

So Tim’s trial was next Wednesday, the date was set.  The whole truth was about to be spilt over the breakfast plates of the Scottish nation.  The truth could bring down the Scottish Government.  It was time to put the Scottish mind into gear.

Last week after years of prevarication the British Government led by David Cameron relayed the fact that they were to hold an inquiry into the wholesale abuse of children including investigation into Hollie Greig’s case, a breakthrough after 13 years of head-banging.  Then late on Friday afternoon 1st November came the news that Tim’s case had been postponed, the judge reportedly had a tummy ache and would be indisposed.

So finally it looks like Angiolini, the wicked and awful witch, the abysmal bitch – sorry, my son has just reminded me that I should not use that derogatory term when talking about this awful being as it is an insult to dogs comparing them to her, but it looks as though Angiolini has run her last furlong.  To me she has shot her bolt, condemned to sniggers for the rest of her life.  I just hope some legal bod finds a tool with which to hoist the harlot with her own petard.

The happy and just result is that Tim Rustige, Ren, his wife, their sons and their wives and grandchildren can enjoy a peaceful and happy holiday season during which they can regain their lost equilibrium and take up again their many, many good causes.

The good guys always win.

I think that the main purpose for every intelligent human being on this planet is to seek the truth whatever and wherever that may be.  If we start with the premise that we believe absolutely nothing unless supported by obvious fact we are starting at the right jumping off point.  Clear your mind of everything you were taught at school and college, do not believe anything written in the media or shown on television and definitely do not believe two words of what a priest or other religious source has up its sleeve.  Start with a blank canvas and go from there.

History is bunkum, written by those who could write and who emerged on the victorious side of any conflict.  Basic  facts are the truth, mathematical fact is true, scientific fact might be true but is capable of massage by the unscrupulous.  Written fact without corroberation is more than likely not true.  So people must follow the fact line before arriving at the truth.  Some of you might say that is impossible but I say open your mind, start to think, start to analyse, sort the wheat from the chaff.

All I know is that I had a blank canvas and I am trying to fill it in with truth, trying to forget that for the first 67 years of my life I was fed the biggest load of codswallop ever, my only saving grace is the thought that you, the reader, have been fed as much if not more codswallop than me.

During the last couple of weeks I have written four blog postings on my questioning this position and examining one or two areas of modern day life that might, but more than likely, not be true.  The four postings being:-

1.) Building 7 – World Trade Centre At 9/11 published on18th October.

2.) Poor Dumb Fuckers published on 20th October

3.)Why Use Animals When You Can Experiment On Africans published on 24th October

4.) My Awakening published on 27th October

Article 2.) and 4.) received no comment at all presumably because nobody wanted to consider themselves a poor dumb fucker, and nobody wanted to think they needed awakening but 1.) and 2.) have received 25 and 41 comments respectively to date.  On the 25 comments on 1.) above, nobody disagreed with the message.  It seems everybody in the world now believes the official version of 9/11 was a travesty of the truth and everybody but the purveyors of the story believe 9/11 was a construct of the USA possibly helped by one or two outside agencies.  However 3.) above with its 41 comments did not attract the same amount of consent.  Some of the comments were on station but in disagreement with my central argument that AIDS is possibly an hoax but the argument quickly veered away from Aids to the Holocaust and it does seem even thinking about the truth regarding that circumstance is an anathema to most, with people immediately getting on their high horse and defending the taught version of events.  What I cannot understand is if people can accept that the Elite can produce 9/11 and its catastrophic consequence with war in Iraq, why could they not then have engineered the mass murder and mayhem in central Europe in the 1940s .  Most people seem to think that without a doubt Hitler and Germany were the sole purveyors of evil without thinking that they were only tools to be used.  The argument started to become personal and that is not wise when one person developing an argument is laughed at by others who should know better.

So I thought that I would step into the fray armed with my blank canvas.  I am always reasonable except when faced with stupidity and negativity.  I accept nothing I have been taught, I am willing to learn and the more I learn the more I believe we are being fed crap and fed it from our first days of life.  Nothing taught it seems to me is true, so I listen to facts and follow the line and see where it brings me and it has brought me to strange places that are poles apart from the stuff that is fed to us in school, at college and daily in the media.  Unfortunately so few people want to start with this blank canvas, they do not want to think, sometimes it is too difficult and to be fair the Elite have made sure their slaves are kept busy and do not have time to think.  They accept the crap and become zombie-like in their attitude and thoughts.

I once again ask everybody to read John Hamer’s lengthy tome The Falsification Of History: Our Distorted Reality for the clear incisive way he ploughs through taught history using all the known facts at his disposal.  You might not become a convert but by heck it will start to make you think.  It is as I say a long book so give yourself time to read it and to help here is an excerpt from pages 427 and 428 of the book which sums up some of the things that have happened in the comments section of the aforementioned 3.) above blog posting.  People have got to realise when they think they have studied a particular point or circumstance in history and have the cause of it understood, that they have to carry on digging to find the root cause, the truth.

This extract comes under the heading “Useful Idiots”

“What do I mean by this term?  “Useful idiots” as distinct from “shills” – people who are knowingly setting out to deceive us, are those among us who are unknowingly furthering the agenda of the Elite by acting as unwitting purveyors of falsehoods and naysayers of the real truth.

For example, when confronted with the facts, they will ask lots of questions, but never wait to hear an answer.  To their minds questions are not a search for information but rather a tool for disruption.  In this way the useful idiot never has to expose his ignorance because he never has to enter a meaningful dialogue with anyone who has opposing views.  All he has to do is maintain an attacking stance and this perpetuates a useless circular argument, usually ending in utter stalemate.  Another of the most common tactics used is the injection of “humour”.  He will turn anything into a joke, whether it is funny or not.  Laughing at that which we do not understand often makes things appear less daunting, but it also makes us more passive and accepting.

The Comedians that are most successful (and popular) are those that follow mainstream thinking and encourage us to laugh at anything that challenges these norms.  A good example being the ridicule to which David Icke was subjected to in the early 1990s when he made the now self-acknowledged mistake of trying to bring his news to an unthinking majority by the very medium which would seek to destroy him (television).  This made him an easy target for the “comedians” of the day and even the mention of his name alone would be guaranteed to raise a cheap laugh.  In Medieval times, even the most tyrannical of rulers would allow a court jester to make jokes at his expense because the jester was an inconsequential figure, a powerless and non-threatening entity.  A jokester can verbally undermine anyone to his hearts content but will never really change the world because although he might make us laugh, ultimately no-one really cares what figures of fun have to say about anything of consequence.  It is not too difficult to imagine a whole sub-section of society emulating this dynamic; millions of people deluding themselves into thinking that being a slave is not all that bad, just as long as we are funny slaves.

Whenever the useful idiot is confronted with a truth that threatens his established world-view, he will do anything to distract or derail the argument.  Making poor jokes, resorting to childish ridicule, ignoring cold hard logic and facts, making threats or denying that you are qualified to present the facts, even though the facts speak for themselves no matter who is relaying them.  The list will go on and on and very seldom will he confront the truth presented on its own terms, instead, he will often make a point of making the “messenger” the issue at hand and not the information being presented.  For example, I have lost count of the number of times when in trying to present an argument that I have been cut-off in full flow by a mocking statement such as “You must have plenty of time on your hands” as though “having too much time” somehow is an impediment to seeking the truth and not the opposite ie. not having enough time on one’s hands.

Is it so difficult to check information to confirm whether or not any premise is true?  I have been asked many times when stating a fact to one of these people, to “prove it” but when I offer to do so by pointing them in the right direction, they will often ostentatiously decline the offer on the basis that it cannot possibly be true.  It obviously must be extremely difficult for some people to check information though because so many people believe absolutely everything they are told by the mainstream or figures of authority, or simply assume it must be true, without bothering to check it out for themselves”.

So if any of the above hats fit please wear them.  As for me my blank canvas is slowly being filled in, the picture for me is becoming more distinct, I can understand the truth, but more importantly I know it exists and you poor dumb fuckers don’t and will never, unless you get your easel out and start all over again.  There is still time you know but you have to do it by yourself, you can not rely on browbeating teachers, lying mainstream media and juvenile television presenters.

And one last thing if any of you are still stuttering over 9/11 and still wondering what really happened a good starting point is the work of Dr Judy Wood, who after 9/11 left her post teaching mechanical engineering at a Virginia College and dedicated her life to finding the truth of what happened on that day.  Read her books, look for her films on YouTube, google her.  Amongst many things she has the biggest collection of photographs on the subject in the world and every picture she has tells a story.  Her steadfastness on this subject is remarkable and nobody will leave her without being convinced of the chicanery of the US government and their masters, the Elite, and the downright disregard they all have for human life.

As some of you might know, I am the General Secretary of the Connaught Rangers Association whose only purpose is to honour the dead of that fine regiment of the British Army,  to remember the wounded both mentally and physically who suffered for years as a result of wars and to remember the survivors who returned to a different country from that they left and who were generally ostracised by a new kind of political thinking that still exists to a great extent today 95 years after the end of the Great War.  Our aims are to remember individually these long lost soldiers and to give succour to their present day families who are trying to find information on their ancestors by researching archive material.

To that end we had a fantastic weekend of remembrance at Markree Castle in Sligo, the home of the Cooper family whose ancestor, Bryan Cooper, the grandfather of the present day owner, Charles Cooper, was a captain in the 5th Battalion Connaught Rangers and fought at Gallipoli in 1915.  I had the absolute pleasure of giving the welcoming address to the assembled on Friday lunch.  I append my opening words below and tomorrow I will issue my report of what turned out to be a historic gathering.

Speech of Welcome at the Connaught Rangers Gathering – November 8^th – 10^th 2013

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen and welcome to this remarkable and imposing edifice known as Markree Castle, the home of the Cooper family.  I welcome you this afternoon not to glorify in the deeds of the Connaught Rangers but to remember their lives, the simple lives of mainly Irishmen from west of the Shannon brought together to serve in the British Army, their army.  The Connaught Rangers was an Irish Regiment that over the years since its disbandment in 1922 has developed a certain cachet in the hearts and minds of people.  Wherever I go in my duties as General Secretary of the Connaught Rangers Association, I hear people say “Well the Connaught Rangers are special”.

Well what makes them special?  They were just a regiment in the British Army, one of many regiments, a regiment of mainly simple Irish soldiers from the west of the Shannon.  Well that great British general, Arthur Wellesley thought them special 200 years ago, when he was taking all before him on the Iberian peninsula at Talavera, Bussaco, Fuentes de Onoro, Cuidad Rodrigo, Badajoz and Salamanca and where the Connaughts were in the vanguard of every attack and victory, earning them the title of “The Devil’s Own”

As an example of how heartily the Connaught Rangers were held in the minds of Irish folk, just over 109 years ago in May 1904, shortly after their return from the South African War, after their three and a half years stint fighting the Boers and having marched in that time 4777.5 miles all over Transvaal, Cape Colony and the Orange Free State, orders were given to the 1^st Battalion to march to their Summer Camp at Finner in Bundoran which was 117.5 miles from their then Barracks in Mullingar, I suppose it was as much a PR exercise as anything else as they had already proved how fit they were in Africa. 

The army were a god fearing lot and they did not march on Sunday, that was for church parade.  In every town they camped each night, the local populace turned out in appreciation and all along the road the country folk cheered them on – 9 miles to Multyfarnon on the first day, 10.5 miles to Edgeworthstown, 9 miles to Longford, 11 miles to Dromod, 11 miles to Carrick on Shannon, 8 miles to Boyle, 9 miles to Hollybrook, 11 miles to Collooney here, 11 miles to Dromahaire, 9 miles to Manor Hamilton, 13 miles to Kinlough and a paltry 6 miles more to Finner.  117.5 miles in 13 marching days, with two Sundays off were a pleasant stroll in front of cheering crowds.  It must have been a fantastic sight, a thousand men with all their whole kit and caboodle, the officers’ horses, the mobile kitchens, the transport and the whole population out in support.  It must have been heart-warming for the soldiers and they must have felt it well worth the effort.  After a few weeks camp and the job done they caught the train back to Mullingar.

When I was a child of six or seven in Manchester in the early 1950s, I used to sit on my grandfather’s knee or kneel at his feet while he regaled me with stories of the Connaught Rangers fighting in mysterious and romantic places like Spain and Russia and India and South Africa.  It was grist to the mill for a young boy sitting amidst the deprivation and destruction of World War 2, it etched a picture in my mind, a picture that has never been lost.

My grandfather from Ballinamore Bridge in Co Galway was born on the 5^th May 1874 and his father before him, my great grandfather was born in 1835.  So between them they nearly lived for the full lifetime of the Rangers.  Although my grandfather never enlisted, he was too busy shovelling coal into gas retorts, he lived through the Zulu War, the 1^st Boer War, Wolseley’s and Kitchener’s exploits in the Sudan, the 2^nd Boer War and the Great War of 1914-18 and he knew an awful lot about them.

He was only a lowly stoker in Bradford Gas Works in Manchester but he knew the Connaught Rangers.  They must have been in the hearts and minds of everybody from these parts over a hundred years ago and I think that is why they are so special.  “The Devil’s Own” were the OWN of the people of the West of Ireland, the Rangers were the brothers of every family.  If the people of these parts owned very little, they owned the Connaught Rangers and they kept them close.  That thought was their passport to the world and they used it freely, little caring for the dangers that lived alongside membership of the regiment.  Life those days was hard anyways, one more little risk meant nothing.

So having had my initial education into the regiment at my grandfather’s knee, I remembered everything and has I remembered I grew and when I started to cast my eye on the female population of Manchester, I spotted this lovely Sligo girl and we started courting and sure enough there was talk of marriage but what really swung the deal for me was her father, a man by the name of Jim Towey, from the village of Rooskey, six miles north of Charlestown, who was a Connaught Rangers buff, another simple man whose heart and mind had been captured by the history of the Connaught Rangers.

So when it came to my turn to be a father and grandfather and as soon as I could, I got myself over to what I always considered my spiritual home, settled in Boyle and took up the God given mantle of the Connaught Rangers.  After a couple of years in the front line I was lucky enough to be sent to Regimental HQ and promoted to temporary rank of committee man of the Connaught Rangers Association and after a couple of more years in the field another promotion to Secretary.  If I have one gripe and it is not a gripe really, because the honour is so great, but the wages paid out by the Association are poor, in fact non-existent, the shilling a day paid out to Tommy Atkins puts him in the millionaire class compared to a Connaught Rangers Committee man.

I spend my dotage now busier than ever I was, talking to and e-mailing relations of long forgotten soldiers, forgotten for any number of political and familial reasons, but who are now raising their spectral heads and arms from far away battlefields and wanting now to be remembered.  I am busier than ever answering questions from all over the diasporic Connaught Rangers family and with Oliver Fallon’s massive help and use of his fantastic database, a database of approaching 30,000 soldiers, all individuals, all personalities, putting the minds of present day relatives at ease, bringing their ancestors to life.  Whether they be in Australia, America, Canada, South Africa or places in between, their joy is almost tactile, their relief honourable.  Our service so special both for them and for us.

Just recently I have finished two stories on Connaught Rangers men that will be published in our annual magazine “The New Ranger” after Christmas.  One was about a Co Louth man, one of seven brothers, one of whom won the VC.  He came across the country and enlisted in the Connaught Rangers in 1906, which was a brave enough thing to do at any time.  As I researched the story I met with his present day family and it got to a stage where I sat down for a meal with them and it was as though the seven brothers sat with us.  The atmosphere was real and spontaneous as I told them stuff they did not know and they regaled me with family lore.

In the other story my hero, a Tyrone man served for 22 years, in South Africa, India and France and survived and married and settled down into civilian life, raising his family in Belfast between the wars and I was there in spirit weeping with his children when they buried their mother and father in Milltown Cemetery in 1942 when one of Hitler’s bombs fell on their house and killed the two of them and 37 of their neighbours.

As you delve into the life of a young soldier of 100 years ago, you actually grow to be one of his family, when you walk around the town he came from, you walk round with him, if you call in for a pint, you sit down with him, you talk to him, he is your friend, you feel his pressures, you agree with his reasons for enlistment, you grieve at news of his death.  It is such an emotional experience, I would not be without it.  Personally it has given me maturity, it has taught me patience, humility, steadfastness, empathy and honour.

And that is why we are all here today because the Connaught Rangers are SPECIAL because they deserve remembrance, because they are family, because they are friends.  Welcome everybody, welcome friends, enjoy the weekend.

THE WEEKEND AT MARKREE AND REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY AT KING HOUSE, 8th – 10^th November 2013

Well it is over and what a remarkable weekend it was in the splendid comfort of Markree Castle in Collooney in Co Sligo.

The idea was born over a year ago now, when Charles Cooper, owner of Markree, his business partner, Pat Timpson, and Charles’s daughter, Patricia, invited me to call in and see them to discuss an idea they had.  Their ancestor, Charles’s grandfather, Bryan Cooper, had been a captain in the 5^th Battalion Connaught Rangers at Gallipoli and with the oncoming year of the Gathering 2013 about to take place in Ireland, why not celebrate and remember the regiment at the home of one of its officers.  After the war Bryan Cooper went on to become a distinguished writer and member of parliament, both at Westminster and at Leinster House after Ireland achieved its Independence in 1922.

I broached this information to the committee of the Connaught Rangers Association and they grasped the idea immediately but between that initial surge of enthusiasm and the actual weekend itself there was a lot of hard work put in by both the Coopers and the Association.

The art of a good conference is in the choice of speakers, where each speaker can talk on his subject but not be overlapped by the others but for each talk to blend into each other with a general theme.  Whether this happened by accident or design, I do not know, but if it did it worked perfectly.  The idea was to remember the Connaught Rangers as a fine regiment of the British army and to commemorate those who had fallen, who were wounded both physically and mentally and indeed those who survived, to enter a new and equally difficult stage of life in a different Ireland after the war.  The theme was to bring this forgotten and hidden part of Irish history to the fore to make sure everybody realised 250,000 men, 50% of the 20-40 year old male population took part and 50000, 10% never returned and at least 20% were maimed for life, leaving a tremendous burden on the female, child and mature sectors of the people.  This reality has been forgotten and hidden from taught Irish history for generations by a state that wanted its own image , its own brand of history firmly pressed into the minds of its people.  This has been so since the 1920s and is only now coming to the surface with people of all ages coming forward with a wish to know more of their ancestors who have been long forgotten.

The weekend started for me on Thursday, when I travelled down to Dublin to pick up a remarkable man from the airport.  Anand Sethi, an Indian business man, had contacted me a couple of weeks before, asking if he could come to the Markree event.  I immediately told him to get over and quickly accepted his offer to give a talk. Anand was from Dagshai, a military town in the Himalayan foothills on the road up to Simla, the one-time summer residence of the viceroy of India.  The Connaught Rangers knew the place well having been stationed there at various stages and it was where the last vestiges of the mutiny of the Connaught Rangers soldiers took place where the mutineers were imprisoned and where James Daly, the last British soldier to be executed, was shot by firing squad in 1921.  Anand and his lovely wife Deepa had built up a museum in buildings in the prison given by the Indian Army in this beautiful hill-top town.  There is as much action and effort going on in India as there is in Ireland to remember the historic presence of the British Army in these two now independent states.

Not only did Anand want to come to Sligo from his Himalayan home but he wanted to partake and learn.  So with pleasure I picked the intrepid pair up at Dublin airport and then called into central Dublin to pick up another guest speaker.  Hedley Malloch and his wife, Fiona, had flown into Dublin the day before from Brussels, Hedley is a lecturer at Lille University Business School in Northern France and he is also a military historian and researcher.  Both himself and Fiona are old friends of the Association and he has been instrumental in founding a memorial to a group of people who were executed by the Germans in February 1915, five of whom were Connaught Rangers.

The five of us had a really pleasant journey back up the N4 to Sligo and for the whole two and a half hours the conversation flowed and never flagged, five strangers who had immediately become old friends as they regaled each other with tales from India, Europe and Ireland as the miles flew by as we followed the 1^st Battalion’s 1904 march to summer camp, 117.5 miles from Mullingar to Finner Camp in Donegal.

At this point we must remember the hard work of the Connaught Rangers Association committee.  The chairman and treasurer worked their socks off in bringing our museum in King House up to Markree and displaying it to its finest over the whole area of the Markree lounge; photographs, artefacts, medals and literature of the Connaught Rangers, with the day to day regimental diaries being of particular interest to visitors.  The whole display was remarkable and brought gasps of admiration from all who witnessed it.  Our thanks go to Willie and Gary for their devotion to duty.

The Friday started with this magnificent display and with Oliver Fallon, our archivist, beating out a tattoo on his laptop, searching out soldiers from his remarkable database of Connaught Ranger  for all enquirers.  People were coming in and finding out facts of long lost relations, stuff they had only ever dreamt of seeing before.

So after lunch the day really got under way with my welcoming address where I tried to explain why the Connaught Rangers were special and why they needed remembering.  The quality of the speakers for the weekend was matched by the superb quality of the visitors;  knowledgeable, discerning people who had a thirst for the subjects that were about to be discussed.  The whole was set in the historic ambience of the chapel in Markree Castle,  wood panelled walls, ornately decorated side pews and the speakers expressing their views from the altar.  It felt like and was a special occasion.

Hedley Malloch was first on the floor explaining his esoteric tale of charity, lust and bitterness in small town 1914-1915 France, a remarkable but very human piece of unknown history with one of the star but unwitting parts played by a local Sligo man, Terence Murphy No 8713 of the 2^nd Battalion Connaught Rangers who was sadly killed at Guise in front of a German firing squad.

Our own Oliver Fallon stood up then and gave a quick history of the later part of Connaught Rangers history explaining in his own inimitable style the horrors the soldiers went through, especially in their martial journeys round Europe and the Middle East from 1914-1918.  His talk was refreshing in its ability to transport the listeners to the killing fields these soldiers attended, ordinary men from mainly the West Of Ireland.

Then came John Morrissey, who had flown in from London.  John is on loan to Fitzwilliam College in Cambridge from NUI Galway.  John is a demographic historian who explained vividly how the state of Ireland should start to remember those Irishmen from the Great War.  In that it is as much part of Irish history as the 1916 rising in Dublin and the War of Independence.  He explained how this journey could only be attained by a change in emphasis in the educational syllabus at second level education; a remarkable lecture which got the whole audience thinking.

The last speaker of this very full day was Anand Sethi, this man who had travelled half way round the world to explain Indian thinking on this massive subject.  How India were inspired by the deeds of the Connaught Rangers and the small state of Ireland in searching out Independence for themselves 25 years later.  The remarkable but simple illustration of this fact is that the Irish National flag, the tricolour is the same flag and colours of the Indian flag, just the inclusion of the star of India being different; the colours of India running laterally whilst the Irish flag’s colours are in a vertical relationship.

Well what a day we all had, people were buzzing as we went into dinner, that evening after a lovely meal, the social context adjourned to the bar for more discussion and light refreshment: and so to bed with the thoughts of tomorrow to come.

More of the same displays as yesterday but with the addition of a superbly encased collection of military medals, the war diaries again came to the fore and more from Oliver with his computer full of secrets from the past, the lot recorded by a film crew that had come over from Dublin.  They filmed and interviewed people all day for a television programme they are hoping to broadcast next year.

Immediately after lunch Tom Eldin from Westminster School in London arose, fresh from Knock Airport where he had landed that morning.  Tom who is a member of the Cooper family, a cousin of Charles, spoke at length about Bryan Cooper’s contribution to Ireland’s military and domestic history in the first third of the 20^th century.  Bryan had been an officer with the 5^th Battalion in Gallipoli but exposed to the terrible living conditions there, he eventually caught dysentery and had to be invalided out, only to return in even worse conditions in Macedonia, a few months afterwards.  This experience with his men broadened and revolutionised his thinking but medically affected his body for the rest of his life, he died a young man in his 40s, some 15 years later.

Oliver stepped up to the plate once more to explain to everyone of what Bryan Cooper and his soldiers had gone through in Gallipoli, what a horrible experience it was for all, Turk and Allies alike and what a complete and utter disaster in terms of military thinking the whole episode was.

After a short break, David O’Morchoe came to the dais to talk about the work of the British Legion in Ireland.  David is a fantastic man, a retired major general in the army, he retired in 1979 and now and for the last 20 years has been at the forefront of most remembrance ceremonies in Ireland and the pushing of this true and hidden part of Irish history to the fore of people’s thinking.  He conducted the Queen round the memorial gardens at Islandbridge last year, the state visit that planted the seeds of reconciliation into the minds and hearts of Irish and English people.  Wherever you go in Ireland and a few old soldiers are gathered, you will see David tirelessly continuing his life’s-work for ex-soldiers.  He is now in his eighties but his abilities have not waned.  He explained the great work the British Legion have done and are continuing to do, how difficult life was to the returning soldier in the 1920s both in finding work and slotting back into society.

With that the Markree side of the conference was over but the talking continued over the conference dinner that evening where we had some fine grub from the Markree kitchens.  Another social evening followed and then to bed and an early start for the trip down to King House for our Remembrance service.

At this point I would like to thank all the visitors who arrived to take part in the proceedings.  People had travelled from England and all over Ireland to be present and I think they all thought their journeys were well rewarded.  I would also like to give a big vote of thanks to the Cooper family for opening up their house to us all and for facilitating the conference in such a relaxed and friendly manner.  Lots of unrewarding work was done there and I want to thank them so much.

Sunday morning for some was hectic, moving the museum back to King House and preparing for the ceremony that afternoon, Tommy Egan, the manager at King House deserves a special word of praise, he worked non-stop in his efforts to make sure the day went off well.  Ronnie Barker from the Church of Ireland and Donal Morris from the Catholic Church in Boyle injected their message into the ceremony and the occasion went off in fine style with an additional film crew in attendance and a good gathering from all over.  Families from Galway, Limerick, Mullingar and Dublin and the locality turned up for this very emotional moment.  I thank them dearly.

The Remembrance service was followed by a gem of a talk from retired colonel Colm Doyle, who was head of the European Union Military mission in Bosnia in the early 1990s and who was then co-opted into the United Nations Mission by Lord Carrington.  He gave us an eye witness account of the horrors he faced out there and his personal views on the principal players  including Slobodan Milosevic, Radovan Karadzic and Ratko Mladic and he became a prosecution witness at their trials in the Hague.  He admitted himself that he had been promoted into a position far higher than his officer status should have allowed but Carrington admired him and the Serbs, Bosnians and Croats respected him because of his honesty, truthfulness and neutrality.  Anybody else but an Irishman would have been bringing allegiances to the negotiating table.  Colm brought himself and nothing more.  An  absolutely fine man in a horrible situation, who to a certain extent suffered emotionally afterwards as an after effect of the pressures he was under, a fact he did not dwell on but which was an immediate result of his experiences.  And that was that, we all tramped off home, weary but enlightened after three days of intensive but wonderful bombardment.  Thanks to everybody who was part of it, who worked hard for it and who contributed to it.

As a footnote to this posting, on Monday evening after the weekend whilst I was writing this report, I spoke to my son who is in 3rd level education down in Cork and I quizzed him on his history syllabus.  He took his leaving Certificate (A Levels) in 2011 and I asked him what was he taught in his history lessons.  Remember these were kids on their way to university.  They were taught nothing about the 1st World War, nothing about the Civil War in Ireland 1922-1923 and nothing about the 2nd World War.  The 20th century truth was written off, all they knew about was the 1916 rising and the War of Independence 1919-1921.  It makes you want to despair but makes you realise that taught history is bunkum

I have explained about 9/11 previously and the only comments I am getting are from a couple of “useful idiots” who seem to know nothing of the properties of steel.  It is a well known fact that “useful idiots” abound in the area of higher “taught education”.  It just so happens that these two people are both science graduates and easily qualify for this sought after role.  I have explained what a “useful idiot” is previously so I will not explain again, if you are still confused read some of my recent blog postings on the subject.  Nor will I try to explain the facts of the day except to say that it was an obvious controlled demolition operation carried out by agencies within and without the aegis of the American government.  All over the world writers and thinkers are publishing documents opposing and completely destroying the arguments put forward by the official public inquiry to the extent that now the vast majority understand, or at least feel that this day was a massive con trick, albeit a tragic one, perpetrated on the American people to inveigle their minds into accepting an illegal invasion by their country into certain middle eastern states.

What I want to do today is to show up all the coincidences that happened before and on and just after this day.  For this grand design to work, private ownership was necessary of the World Trade Centre, known as WTC for the rest of this article.  Public ownership would have been too messy with all the comings and goings of third parties in the weeks and months previous.  One man had to have control of the buildings and the security.  The WTC was owned by the Port Authority of New York.  They were getting past their sell by date.  They were packed full of asbestos and the Authority was under pressure to remove same by environmental groups within the American administration.  In fact the removal costs were on a par with the market value of the buildings.

What is known is that on 23rd September 1979, 22 years before 9/11, Isser Harel, an Israeli spymaster and director of Mossad and Shin Bet, an Israeli security agency that worked with other foreign security agencies, prophesied to American writer, Michael Evans, which he published in his book The American Prophecy that Arab terrorists would likely strike New York’s tallest buildings.  I give below some of the characters who played their part in the show, in the run-up, on and after that day

Some months before this dreadful day Larry Silverstein, a Jewish American business man living in New York obtained a 99 year lease on most of the WTC from the Port Authority.  The deal was eventually signed up on 24th July 2001.  Every morning without fail Larry took breakfast at the Windows of the World restaurant on the 107th floor of the North Tower.  On that fateful morning Larry and his two sons who worked with him, changed their schedules and took the day off.  He received a $5.4 billion pay off from the insurance companies after a lengthy court battle.  Larry is a close friend of Rupert Murdoch, key man in the Zionist-controlled international media and he was also a close friend of Ariel Sharon and Benjamin Natanyahu, the Prime Minister of Israel then as he is today.  They spoke together every week on the telephone.

Frank Lowy, a Jew and chairman of Westfield America, part of the largest shopping mall conglomerates in the world and doubly unfortunate in that the recent false flag incident in Nairobi in Kenya, was also in a Westfield centre.  Frank leased the shopping concourse, some 427,000 sq ft of retail space underneath the WTC on the same day has Larry signed his lease.  Frank was a member of the Golani Brigade during the Israeli war of Independence, they were a premier brigade of the Israeli army and he was also a member of Haganah, a Jewish terrorist organization, which was originally funded by the Nazis.  He founded the Israeli Institute for National Strategy and Policy in Tel Aviv and he was a close friend of Ehud Olmert and Ariel Sharon and Natanyahu again.  He also did not turn up for work that day.

Lewis Eisenberg was head of the Port Authority of New York, another Jew who smoothed the passage of ownership between his state body and the two individuals, Silverstein and Lowy.  Eisenberg was a huge contributor to the Bush/ Cheney campaign and a partner in the Jewish/Zionist banksters, Goldman Sachs and also a member of the largest Jewish pro-Israeli government pressure group in the USA.

Ronald Lauder, billionaire head of Estee Lauder, chairman of the Commission on Privatisation set up by New York governor, George Pataki.  He was the key man in lobbying for the privatisation of the WTC and also instrumental in the transfer of the former Stewart US Air Force Base into private hands.  The flight paths of Flight 175 and Flight 11 converged over the base and possibly landed and two radio controlled drones decked out to resemble the two planes substituted.  Lauder is a big man in the Conference of Presidents of Major American Jewish Organizations, the Jewish National Fund, the World Jewish Congress, the American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee and the Anti-Defamation League.  He was elected President of the World Jewish Congress in 2006.  He founded a Mossad college in Israel and was without a doubt, a key player in the preparations for 9/11.

On the weekend preceding 9/11, all company owners were told there would be no admission to the WTC that weekend because of “essential security maintenance”,  security of WTC  was organised by Kroll Associates by the Port Authority.  Kroll was owned by two Zionist Jews, Jules and Jeremy Kroll.  The managing director of Kroll was Jerome Hauer, a staunch Zionist Jew.  He it was who instructed the White House staff to start taking the antibiotic Cipro, the most effective drug against anthrax, a week before the “Anthrax Mailings” attack on the White House.  Wasn’t he a clever man to think of that.  Hauer is an expert in bio-terrorism and one of the first to blame poor old Osama Bin Laden.  Hauer hired former FBI man, John O’Neil, as head of security at WTC.  On his first day at work he was killed on 9/11.  O’Neil had discovered that Al Queda had nothing to do with the attack on USS Cole in the Yemen but that the ship had been hit by an Israeli Cruise missile.  He was sacked by the Head of the Justice Department criminal division, one Michael Chertoff, another Zionist Jew.

Another important part of the day was to organise security at the airports the planes flew from.  There were three airports involved and ICTS International supplied security to all three.  ICTS were owned by Ezra Hand and Menechem Atzmon, two more Zionist Jews.  ICTS is run by Mossad, most employees are ex-Shin Bet  agents.  Read  Dr Alan Sabroskey’s book Israel and the Tactics of Mistake.

There were 4000 Israelis understood to be working in the WTC and at the Pentagon that day and only five were killed.  Mathematically 10% of 4,000 should have died, even as low as a couple of hundred would have suggested no foreknowledge.  Two of the five were on the planes, so only three died at WTC.  We are talking Israelis here not American Jews because many innocent decent Jewish people died.

ZIM, an Israeli company with 10,000 sq ft of office space in the North Tower cleared out the week before, breaking their lease agreement and happily paying out $5o,000 in compensation.  ZIM was 49% owned by the Israeli government.  An FBI agent, Michael Dick, investigating Jewish spy rings before and after 9/11 became suspicious of this move by ZIM and was removed from his post by the head of the Justice Department criminal division, none other than our old friend , the Zionist, Michael Chertoff.  The CIA reckon that Mossad moved in as ZIM moved out.  There was another Israeli company in the complex, Clearforest, with 19 employees.  There were five of them in the building at the time and all five escaped.

Before and after 9/11, alert New York police and FBI agents arrested over 200 middle eastern appearance men, in and around this area of New York, mostly in white vans owned by Urban Moving Systems which was owned by Dominic Souter, an Israeli spy.  They were all allowed to return to Israel within weeks even though some of the vans were packed with explosives.

No USAF jets were scrambled that day, the computerised systems that organised this ability were not working.  The company responsible was Ptech, who had contracts with a plethora of US government agencies.  Ptech was managed by, you guessed it, a Zionist Jew called Michael Goff.  In fact wherever you turn in the approach to 9/11 and to the preliminary investigations afterwards, Zionist Jews appear like ghosts at every corner.  A Jewish judge, Michael B Mukasey, even oversaw the litigation between Silverstein and the insurance companies.  The same judge was instrumental in getting the release of most of the Israelis picked up by alert security forces prior to  and just after 9/11.  Bush immediately made him Attorney General.  Our by now old friend, Michael Chertoff was made responsible for the 9/11 investigation, he also helped with the repatriation of the arrested Israelis.  His mother was a Mossad spy.  Kenneth Fernberg, a Zionist Jew, set up the victims compensation fund ($17 billion) and persuaded 97% of recipients to take the money and agree to no legal investigation.

Sheila Birnbaum, another Zionist Jew, was appointed “special mediator” of the 3% who wanted some action.  None of these suits were successful.  Stephen Cauffman was responsible for the cover up of Building 7 saying that fire brought it down and stifled any view that maintained that was impossible.  Philip Zelikow was appointed executive director of the 9/11 commission, another Zionist Jew, who wrote the final official report, which is still the official story today even though it looks more like a colander than an important piece of information.  Zelikow was a key member of the Bush administration.  It was he who manipulated the investigation by drawing up a list of topics to be investigated and which topics could not.  Even a Jewish metal merchant, Alan Ratner, with indecent haste removed all the steel (50,000 plus tonnes) from the WTC to Asian smelters before any investigator had chance to forensically examine the remains.  These and many many more Zionist Jews played their part and it is only the constraints of this blog forbids me to mention them.  Looking at the list of characters, the cast if you like, you would think you were at a play in a Tel Aviv theatre and not in a land of good Catholics and Protestants from western Europe, none of these appear in the list of players.  It shows how Zionism has complete control certainly of America, if not the whole of Europe as well.

Wherever and whenever any of these Zionist Jews overstepped the mark, there was the Bush administration smoothing things over.  David Frum was the Bush speechwriter and another Zionist Jew, he inflated the number of Israeli dead by 2600% in one of Bush’s speeches as well as massaging public opinion in his many articles and publications on the subject to and keeping the vast majority of sheeple in line.

So all you useful idiots, you kids who did well at school and went onto third level education to be further taught the taught way, be very careful, if you have a Zionist Jew up your arse or even very close to you it is a very painful experience.  I hope you understand the difference between Zionists and normal Jews, if not I suggest you read Gilad Atzmon’s book A Wandering Who: A Study of Jewish Identity Politics.  All the above is easily identifiable facts that can be obtained off the net and I thank John Hamer for putting these in understandable order in his book The Falsification of History: Our Distorted Reality.

Now that I have exposed myself to a massive degree, by writing recently about my search for the truth and how after 60 odd years of being one of the sheeple, I decided to clear my mind of all the crap that I had been force fed all this time and start with a blank canvas which I mentioned in my recent blog posting The Truth.  I think it is only fair that I explain exactly where I am now at, in colouring in my canvas, because I do not see the point in the readers of this blog getting annoyed every time they log on and muttering to themselves how they consider me to be a nutter.  I certainly do not want to waste your time and I certainly do not want to waste my own in explaining what some of you consider to be untruths, that is those of you who hide behind taught education, which includes most of you who got through 3rd level education without registering as bankrupt.

So I am setting out my picture and I really do not want all you “useful idiots” commenting because you will be wasting your time.  Accept my thoughts for what they are, the musings of an open mind or bugger off up your own well constructed rabbit holes.

We will start with the big one.  I do not believe governments govern their countries.  I believe that most of the governments of the world are just puppets spreading the gospel and the message of an Elite band of international banksters and Zionists, led by the Rothschild family and a few other families that have been financing the world’s operations for some considerable time.  These people are satanists and follow the philosophy and science of eugenics.  No country in the world, no matter how powerful, can escape their clutches, their roots go very deep and they own millions of psychopathic acolytes to ensure that whatever they decree happens.

One mistake most people make is that in accepting that one catastrophe as being a hoax, they will not accept another, but if they research each happening and look for the truth, the truth will normally tell you it was a hoax.  Think of yourself on the outer circumference of a large bicycle wheel, every spoke you come to is a hoax or a false flag, call it what you will.  Follow the line of the spoke and irrevocably you end up at the hub, the hub is the Elite.  I cannot explain why, some of the time, but the truth normally tells you that the official story is false.  It is always good to look coldly at each incident and ask the question who gains most from this and that answer should tell you who caused it, even if the official version is in complete opposition.  Nothing happens haphazardly.

Take for example the Fukushima tsunami nuclear disaster in Japan, a couple of years ago.  The official story is that a tsunami of massive proportion caused by a 9.0 magnitude earthquake off the coast of Japan caused massive damage to this power station and the surrounding countryside and is still causing massive problems today.  A 9.00 magnitude earthquake is at the highest end of earthquake power and no seizmograph in the world picked up the slightest tremor on 11th March 2011 which more than suggests there was no earthquake.  The tsunami was real alright, but must have been set off by some nuclear device placed on the sea-bed.

Another example of things happening but not knowing the reasons why, are the evidence of chem trails.  These are a fairly modern occurrence, I think 1997 was when observers started noticing them emanating from jet aircraft.  Not the vapour trails that normally come from planes and disappear after a few seconds and these only happen when planes are flying at plus 30,000, feet but these chem trails happen at any altitude and do not quickly dissipate but remain in the wake of an aircraft for a long time slowly turning the sky misty.  They are obviously done for a purpose and investigators have found that they are a cocktail of heavy metals and poisons to certainly dampen our spirits if not our health, there is reams and reams of scientific evidence on the subject put together by intrepid investigators and although the results vary round the world they all seem to contain stuff that is harmful to health particularly amongst the weak and infirm and Knowing the Elite’s espousal of eugenics, I presume it is one way of their carrying out the philosophy.  To imagine the organization who sets up this operation is to understand the power of these people, they have psychopaths at all stations, at all levels of life and in all countries, who can be told black is white and they will believe it.  “Useful idiots” taught the taught way.

Take as another example the so called “moon landings” in the late 1960s and early 70s.  It is a well known and accepted scientific fact now that those astronauts were just dancing about in an aircraft hanger in Texas or some other southern state and not walking on the moon, but a hell of a lot of people still go along with the original perceived 40 year old version that man landed on the moon,  Even last weekend talking to a 50 year old professional man, a university graduate and sane and erudite in most ways, he still thought man and the moon were mates.  Russia, who was so far ahead in the space race, admits they have never travelled outwards more than 250 miles, with even present day technology it is not possible never mind 44 years ago.  Man has never devised a shield that can protect a craft as it noses through the radiation field round the earth and using the same shield bring it back again.  Man has never developed a spacecraft that could land anywhere and carry enough fuel to blast it off into orbit once more.  So the farthest man has ever gone into space is 250 miles, the Moon happens to be 250,000 miles away and would have failed with sound transmission in those days never mind now.  Funnily enough all the evidence of this feat has been lost. Nobody now knows where the sound and film recordings are, they would not stand up to present day investigation, even the very few stills that are around are full of holes.  The majority of the stuff, seven whole rooms full have disappeared and are probably on the moon waiting to be discovered.  It was all one big con trick to swell the American chest as dirty deeds were happening in Vietnam and Cambodia which all got buried under this blanket of self adulation.

Kennedy’s assassination was one more president in a long line of presidents to be bumped off by the elite for thinking of trying to go his own way.  The job of President of the USA must be the most dangerous job in the world with the number of them dying in office from lunatic gun men, or suddenly when in the picture of health, or by suicide when not at all depressed.  All of them murdered by the Elite.  If you had to draw up a method statement and risk assessment for the job, there would be no takers.  The job is impossible to carry out unless you are a lackey of the Elite.

Who was going to benefit most by Princess Diana’s death?  Well the royal family, of course, she was getting too big to handle.  The heir, William, would not be tainted with her beliefs and there would not be any arab grandchildren running round the corridors of Buck House.  But even more she would not be able to continue her campaign against landmines which was beginning to hurt the armament manufacturers.  Who they?  Well the elite of course.  So the Royal Family, who are part of the Elite but on a much lower plane than the bankster Zionists, all got together and persuaded Mohamed Al Fayed to drop the normal security, while the Elite ensured the security cameras were turned off around the Pont d’Alma and when the crash did not kill her, the ambulance drivers and medics made sure by taking one hour and 4o minutes to travel the few miles to the hospital.  Too many high status individuals seem to die violently for strange reasons for it to be coincidental.  There is a method these mad psychopaths have and it really does not matter if they cock up every now and then because all they they have to do is persuade the “useful idiots” and that has always proved easy.

So these are some of the most high profile obvious events that I have used to colour in my blank canvas, there are many, many more.  The Titanic and Lusitania catastrophes are two for you to look closely at both events bringing about powerful results from which we are still suffering today.  I would not be surprised if the recent disaster in the Philippines is another but we will have to wait for the full facts to become apparent.  The Philippines’ Chief Climate Change Negotiator, Yeb Sano, has put himself on hunger strike at a conference in Warsaw protesting that these so called natural disasters have to stop.  He is putting it down to climate change but he is too close to the disaster to interpret the signs.  America has the power and ability to create these weather patterns and America is managed by the Elite.

Do your own digging, do your own research, that is the only way to awaken yourself.  Forget taught history, forget taught anything.  Teach yourself, for at least when they kill you, you will know why.

A few months ago I lost 13kgs in weight very quickly, all in the short time of about six weeks on a diet that is so easy to manage and even better maintain.  I went from 120kgs to 107kgs but am now at 108kgs and that is because I went full blast on enjoyment for three days, about a week ago – food and drink galore in a celebration up in Sligo.

I have to say there is still plenty more to lose, I’m eventually aiming for 102 kgs, the weight I was when I married my darling first wife 40 years ago.  Once there, and I have to say at the moment I am in a period of consolidation, but once there, I will see then whether I want to reduce even further but I am in control and I will never ever go back to the sweaty turgid depths of 120kgs.  13kgs is an awful lot of ballast to carry round with you everyday, 13 bags of sugar or 1,3 litres of water or even 2 stone in old money.

The difference is unbelievable, I now do not plan for five minutes prior to tying my shoelaces in a morning.  I now do not have to sit down to put my trousers on or don my socks and I also think, and this is the biggest and most amazing part of the whole process, I also think that it has taken a dead weight off my mind.  It has cleared my brain to allow circumspect thought on a variety of subjects, some of which I have expounded these last few weeks, so much so that I think that this an even greater gain than the 13kgs in weight loss.

For 18 years now I have been treated as a Type 2 diabetic and over the years, as well as the metformin I take for my body’s supposed inability to produce sufficient insulin, the doctors slowly but surely suggested I take various add-ons to the basic diabetic drug.  They discovered I had arrythmia, in that my heart beats with an irregular rythm.  I probably had had this condition since birth but with no ill affects at all but because some arrythmias could be serious, in that it stops the heart pumping enough blood to certain places in the right quantities, doctors order that all arrythmics have to go on warfarin or some other anti-coagulant drug to ensure thrombosis and strokes are averted.

This arrythmia was discovered only by chance when I was 62, so warfarin I was put on and then early this year, a new anticoagulant, Predaxa, was suggested.  This does not need the same control as warfarin, where you are supposed to have your blood tested every few weeks.  Predaxa when your on it, you are on it and needs no close control.  The difference being that when on warfarin and are involved in serious surgical bleeding, doctors have an immediate antidote, whilst with Predaxa in the same situation, there is no known antidote, you just bleed to death.  The internet tells you harrowing tales of thousands of people in America who have just bled to death taking this drug.

Predaxa is a lot more expensive to administer than warfarin but doctors do not have to rely on close control.  It seems that within the last few years most patients have been told to switch from warfarin to Predaxa with the added bonus to Big Pharma.  Warfarin costs about £20 per annum per patient whilst Predaxa  costs £1800 per annum per patient and when you think of the millions being proscribed anti-coagulants it makes Predaxa a highly attractive drug to give by doctors trained by their masters, the Elite, in the Elite run medical schools and subsidised by the Elite owned Big Pharma.  More Predaxa, more money for the Elite.  I will just mention this quirk in passing, it deserves a whole blog on its own.

So I started innocently to take Predaxa and it was easy, no worries about doctors appointments and regular blood tests.  Then I noticed after a few months that my shins started to redden, I did not pay much heed but then my ankle started swelling and the skin on my left shin started to scale and weep and in time started to become a little painful.  Not enough to complain about because at my age, 67, if you complain of pain you would be in the doctors surgery 24/7.  However after six months of this deterioration I decided to seek advice.  I went to the doctor and told him the Predaxa had to stop and that I wanted to revert to warfarin.  He looked at my left leg and said it looked like deep vein haemorrhage and booked me into Sligo Hospital for a cardiac ultra sound appointment for my swollen ankle and a vascular ultra sound appointment at Galway Hospital for my reddened shin.  That was six months ago and I recently had my cardiac ultrasound when a nubile young thing was all over my naked body with a thing that looked like a microphone, at times it hurt but overall a very satisfactory experience.  At the end the young one said I had a heart like an Andalusian virgin, I took that to mean OK and that my main organ was functioning perfectly albeit arrythmically.  I am shortly to have my vascular ultrasound.  I have great hopes for that as the consultant, a man with the noble name of S Sultan, recently warned everybody who took statins to get off them because they would kill quicker than cure.  He was immediately shot down by the medical establishment here in Ireland but his plea registered with me.  Google it if you do not believe him, after all he is just a consultant vascular surgeon.

So to get back to subject, back I went on warfarin, the red colouring on my left shin reduced slightly and the skin recovered tremendously; before it was weeping and scaly, now the surface was just slightly uneven but the swelling was still there.  I have to say at this point, I was born with thick ankles, my mothers legacy, Creevy Crubeens we used to call it.  Crubeens are pigs feet in Ireland and Creevy was the name of her maternal side. It was great for bog trotting but a hinder on the dance floor.  However the swelling of my left ankle was more akin to elephantiasis than Creevy Crubeen.  It did not hurt but was cause for alarm.

Other drugs I was taking were Irbesartan, or Aprovel they call it in Ireland, to lower my blood pressure.  My blood pressure has always been fine, hovering round 140/130 over about 70.  It was 15 years ago and is the same today but doctors said they like lower blood pressure for diabetics.  Some doctor years ago, who might have got out of bed on the wrong side that morning told me to take a bete-blocker, which I did unquestioningly.  My heart beat had always been around 60 to the minute whilst relaxed but after years of this small tablet, 2.5 mgs a day, my heart rate had dropped to 48 in ECG test after ECG test.  Doctors did not worry and so neither did I but a little nurse at Sligo Hospital did as she led me back to the Diabetic Clinic after an ECG, so then I started to worry.  The bloody thing was on its way to stalling.

So this is where I was this Autumn, having lost my 13 kgs and feeling great.  I started to begin to understand the medical profession a little better.  They are in it for the money, if they were not, they would be more attuned to natural remedies than potentially explosive cocktails of chemicals.  They are supported and subsidised by Big Pharma, who are owned by the Elite and they are taught by Big Pharma.  Patients are only pawns in the money making game for these Elite acolytes.  The bigger mix of chemicals they give to patients the better.  Doctors will make money, Big Pharma coin it and the patient slowly dies.  The Elite’s philosophy of eugenics working admirably.  Retrovir or AZT, the drug used on alleged AIDS patients is one pure example.  AZT kills the patient quicker than the supposed illness could ever do.  (See my blog Why Kill Animals When You Can Experiment On Africans published on 24th October 2013.

So my cocktail was Janumet (a form of metformin), Aprovel, a beta-blocker and warfarin and if I had let them years ago, I could have been trussed up with statins.  Who knows what harm this amalgamation of chemicals was doing to my body, certainly the medical profession do not.  My thinking was clear, I was eating the right foods, I had lost weight never to return to the previous flounder and I was spurred by my diabetic consultant, who on looking at my static control levels over a period of time, said that if I lost weight I would probably find I was not a diabetic.

With coolness of thought I decided on a programme, I would slowly rid myself of these chemicals, they were only harmful substances I was ingesting.  I started with the beta blockers and after a few days I reduced the Aprovel intake.  I then gradually weaned myself off warfarin.  I decided to continue with the Janumet or 50% of the prescribed intake until my next diabetic clinic.  This programme started a month ago and I feel great.  I cannot yet feel the scrawny hand of the grim reaper on my shoulder and if he does appear shortly, so what, I could be well on my way to an even better life.

What we think and feel about the world and all its problems is all very well, we can submerse ourselves under the surface of life and not think and be almost like an animal or we can think and react.  And by reaction hope that the individual moves we make can change things round.  Obviously one individual shouting out and doing things aint going to matter but there are 7 billion of us, or is it 9 billion, it doesn’t matter but there are a lot of us and only a few thousand of them, the people I call the Elite.  So if we all shout and kick what a difference it would make.  Therefore my singular and lonesome act of denial as explained above is my One Small Step For Man, One Great Leap For Mankind and don’t forget Neil Armstrong said that in an aircraft hanger in Texas and not on the moon and what a difference his words made.

We all know some pretty awful things happened in WW2 on both sides incidentally.  We come off best because we, the Allies, were the winners.  The poor old Nazis, as horrid as they undoubtedly were, have come in for some awful criticism, some of which I am not sure was totally justified, but came as a result of a pogrom initiated after the war by the said Allies (Russians, Americans, English, French and others) and called the Nuremberg Trials.

One result of that showcase to beat all showcase trials was the fact that the world was told of the mass extermination of six million Jews.  This eventually became known as the Holocaust or Shoa in Hebrew.  On top of that we were told that the Nazis mass murdered another five million people consisting of Romany, Russian and Polish POWs and civilians, homosexuals and people of all nationalities with limited abilities.  Eleven million people all told, an awful lot of bodies and that was not including the millions who were killed because of war.  The Nazis were bad but were they that bad?

Just to consider those statistics I would like the reader to consider 20 points, all true, all well researched facts and then again ask the question as to whether this actually happened or was the figment of some warped mind who persuaded the world it was true.  Unfortunately this posting by necessity will be long but please stick with it to its conclusion.

1.  The International Red Cross was stationed in every German labour, internment and concentration camp throughout the war but were never given access to one Russian camp.  The Red Cross never released their records that had been kept in these camps until forced to do so by a Canadian court in the late 1980s who had Professor Ernst Zundel, a learned man who had questioned the holocaust, up on trial.  The opening up of these records were strongly objected to by Israel but surprisngly the records suggest that there were no gas chambers in the camps and that a total of 271,301 people died in them mostly from typhus.  In a Red Cross letter to the US State Department on 22nd November 1944 they say they have found no evidence in any of the camps “of installations for exterminating civilian prisoners”

2.  After Jewish claims that mass murder was occurring in the camps, the USAF performed low speed photography missions over all the camps.  These photographs were declassified in 1979 and they show no sign of mass murder or the disposal of millions of bodies.

3.  The Western Allies never liberated any camps that had gas chambers or other systems of mass murder in them.  All the alleged camps were liberated by the Russians.  Therefore all the alleged evidence came from them.  The Western Allies liberated 12 main camps, the Russians liberated 8.  The main judge at the Nuremberg trials was a Russian.

4.  That same Canadian court that was trying Ernst Zundel also accepted a report by Fred Leuchter, the world’s foremost expert in gas chamber design, he held most of the patents and he had built most of the gas chambers in the world.  After examining the alleged chambers at Auschvitz, Leuchter reported that they were unfit for alleged purpose and having examined the walls for ferro-cyanide (Zyklon-B’s reaction on brick walls), he found none.  The Auschvitz authorities took the same test and now admits there were no gas chambers at Auschvitz.

5.  Having cracked the Enigma code by 1942 the British Secret Service knew that there had been shootings and hangings but that the main cause of death in the camps was through illness.  There was no mention of gassing in any decrypts.  The number of deaths mentioned in these decrypts tallies with the Red Cross numbers first mentioned in 1979.

6.  Lots of French resistance fighters  had been imprisoned in these camps, lots were shot but there were lots of survivors who spoke of their horrific treatment and they all denied any knowledge of gas chambers or mass murder programmes.

7.  It was widely reported in WW1 that the Germans were gassing thousands of prisoners.  However after the war Stanley Baldwin, the British Prime Minister, admitted to Parliament that this report was only propaganda and he apologised publicly to the German people for this racist slur.

8.  Zyklon-B was a cyanide based pesticide invented in the 1920s.  It was used in Germany before and during the war for disinfection and pest extermination in ships, buildings and machinery.  It consisted of diatomite granules, the size of petit pois,which were saturated with prussic acid and sealed in metal containers to ensure no accidental poisoning.  One of the inventors, Bruno Tesch, was executed in 1946 for his role in the alleged holocaust.  In the camps it was used for sanitation and pest control.  There were disinfectant chambers in every camp to combat typhus and other diseases carried in clothing.  Records show the amount used per camp per man was the same, whether there was alleged gas chambers or not so the alleged death camps must have had their own private supplies.

9.  The Nuremberg trials were nothing but show trials and have now been shown to be just that.  The Chief Justice of the USA called the trials a fraud, he wrote “Chief US prosecutor Jackson is away concluding his high grade lynching party i Nuremberg.  I don’t mind what he does to the Nazis, but I hate to see the pretense that he is running a Court and proceedings according to common law.  This is a little to sanctimonious a fraud to meet my old fashioned ideas”.  General Montgomery said the Nazis only sin was that they lost the war.  President John F Kennedy criticised Nuremberg as a show trial in his book Profiles in Courage.  Of the 139 German “witnesses” who testified that the Holocaust had occurred, the British Medical Officer recorded that 137 of them had “damage to their testicles that was beyond repair”.  Numbers of Germans had died during interrogation by the Allies and more were threatened with the Gulags by the Russians.

10.  One of the main problem with six million Jews being murdered, never mind five million others, was the disposal of the bodies.  It was suggested they were burnt and their was crematoriums in each camp but they did not have the capacity for such numbers.  Each oven could burn a body in 90 minutes, meaning a maximum capacity of 16 bodies per day per oven.  The camps had between 4 and 12 ovens each giving 24,000 to 72,000 bodies maximum per year, but that was impossible because the ovens had to be allowed to cool down every day to ensure they did not fracture.  Even triple stacking would increase the time to burn the bodies to four and a half hours.  Bodies are not totally reduced in this process, usually the pelvic bone and thigh bone would need crushing by special machinery.  There was no evidence of this machinery in any camp.  Also each body would have needed 40kgs of coke to burn it and there is no evidence of a massive amount of coke being supplied.

11.  Nearly everybody has seen the film of Belsen being liberated, it was horrible.  Belsen was liberated by the Western Allies and had no gas chamber or any evidence of a mass murder programme.  The victims shown on the film were all dying or dead of typhus, confirmed by German, British and Red Cross reports.  Ironically the deaths were due to lack of Zyklon-B.  Towards the end of the war with Germany collapsing supplies of Zyklon-B stopped leading to a mass outbreak of typhus in the camp.

12.  The Nazis were photograph freaks, they photographed everything, shootings, hangings, rapes etc for their psychopathic leaders home entertainment, but nowhere is their a single photograph of the alleged gas chambers in action.  They also filmed all their atrocities but the only films of gas chambers are Hollywood recreations.

13.  Churchill never mentioned the holocaust.  In his monumental six volumes of WW2 there is no reference to gas chambers or planned mass extermination of Jews and others although he does include plenty of Nazi atrocities.  The same for Eisenhower in his book Crusade in Europe.  Churchill stated later that “I think we slaughtered the wrong pig here” meaning that Britain would have been better to have helped Germany defeat the Russia.

14.  The star Auschvitz witness was the Nobel Prize winner Elie Weisel and his book about his time in Auschvitz, Night, he has now been discredited because it was found he was never there and in his book he never ever mentions gas chambers.  Read this book and think.

15.  Holocaust evidence was manufactured from 1945 onwards, none of it now stands up.  As each piece of the story is discredited, the Jews have had to keep reducing the numbers but this has made no difference to the reparations the Germans have paid Israel, this has always been based on six million Jews.  Whereas we now know that it was considerably less.  The Jews have been waving this figure of six million around since 1914, it must have a special significance.

16.  Throughout Europe and in a lot of the world Holocaust denial is a serious crime.  In France you can receive 20 years in solitary confinement.  Even where it is not illegal, questioning it could lose you your job, your family, your house etc.  Professor Ernst Zundel who questioned the accepted narrative was put on trial in several countries, had his house fire bombed, his family broke up and he received death threats and actually served five years in Jail in Germany.  No other historical event can attract this type of punishment for questioning the official line.  This line is constantly being exposed and the Jews have to constantly change their claims.

17.  Main Stream Media (MSM) never questions the official narrative.  It was they who created the term “Holocaust Denier”, a buzz word like Fascist/Nazi/racist/homophobe but 96% of the western world media is controlled by Jews and Zionists.  They, the Elite, run the MSM at a loss in order to keep control of people’s minds.

18.  Shoa is the Hebrew term for holocaust.  After WW2 Germany had to pay billions of dollars in compensation to Israel,  Grand children of survivors are now receiving this compensation.  America also give billions but they have a massive Jewish lobby.  In 1941 two years before the holocaust started the World Jewish Congress had been demanding German reparation for Jews to settle in Israel.

19.  Jewish census figures.  These are Figures for the world wide Jewish population in publicly circulated publications and make interesting reading.

1929 World Almanac stated that there were 15,630,000 Jews world wide

1933 The Daily Express reported there were 14,000,000 Jews worldwide

1933 The American Jewish Committee stated there were 15,316,359 Jews worldwide

1936 World Almanac stated there were 15,753,633 Jews worldwide

1938 World Almanac stated there were 15,748,091 Jews world wide with 240,000 in Germany

1939 The American Jewish Committee said there were 15,600,000 Jews worldwide

1940 World Almanac stated that there were 15,319,359 Jews worldwide

1941 World Almanac stated that there were 15,748,091 Jews worldwide

1942 World Almanac stated that there were 15,192,089 Jews worldwide

1947 World Almanac stated that there were 15,690,000 Jews worldwide

1949 World Almanac stated that there were15,713,638 Jews world wide

1951 Council of Churches said that there were 15, 300,000 Jews world wide

1983 World Almanac stated that there were 16,820.850 Jews world wide

1989 World Almanac stated that there were 18,080,000 Jews world wide

1996 World Almanac stated that there were 14,117,000 Jews world wide

2001 World Almanac stated that there were 13,200,000 Jews world wide

So from the 1920s to the present day the world Jewish Population has remained static holding its own at around 15,ooo,ooo.  Where are the murdered 6,000,000 in this exercise and when were they lost?

20.  Jews have now admitted there were no gas chambers in Auschvitz.  Some of the facilities in this camp and they can still be seen today are a) A free dental service b) A walk in clinic and hospital c)A world famous surgeon, Claus Clouberg called in for difficult operations d) 12 state of the art kitchens monitored by the Red Cross for calorific content e) Religious facilities for all religions f) Camp Theatre g)There were 16 camp orchestras, all instruments available and free music tuition h)45,00 books in camp library j) A complaints office k) A marriage bureau l) A Sauna m) A camp brothel n) A swimming pool with galas in the summer p) University facilities q) Demolished areas included a handball court, a canteen, a cinema, a maternity ward with the record of 3,000 live births without losing a single mother or child.

So I am not denying the holocaust, I am not even considering it.  I know the Nazis were a filthy, horrible lot and I know conditions in some camps were atrocious and I know in the last six months of the war when Germany was literally on its knees the conditions in the country never mind in the camps were almost impossible to live through. Hundreds and thousands died.  That fine Nazi scholar and Bedian alumnus, Ian Kershaw in his book The End describes these conditions so vividly saying that in Belsen on liberation there were 50,000 prisoners and thousands of decomposing corpses many who had died in the typhus epidemic.  37,000 had died  in the previous six weeks prior to liberation on 15th April 1945 and another 14,000 were to die in the following few weeks.  It was a horrible end to a terrible situation.

Have a good think and please try to reorganise your thoughts on the subject,  Thanks for reading this through and I would like to thank cigpapers for supplying much of the foregoing.

Before I get into the title of today’s posting I just want to tell you of the beginning of the second phase of my diet mentioned in my posting of last Saturday.

Well I am at day 2.  One of the rules of the diet is that before you start or restart you should spend two days pigging out.  So this weekend whatever there was to drink, wine, gin, vodka, water?, I drank and whatever there was to eat I ate it all, so that I went to bed on Sunday night replete both with intake and pleasure at also composing two rather long postings on my blog, one controversial which attracted some comment and one thoughtful hoping it would make a lot of you who don’t, think.

The thoughtful one was to do with how the pharmaceutical industry, how Big Pharma as I called it, is taking over our lives and by our unthinking intake of unnatural chemicals, dumbing us down and at the worst slowly killing us.  This programme designed by the Elite is led by their acolytes, the medical profession, people who should know differently as there oath is to save and not destroy mankind.  Unfortunately most of the medical profession are sheeple following the person in front, being taught at Elite owned medical schools and subsidised by Elite owned Big Pharma.

I keep wandering off, I’m sorry, back to diet.  One of the other points mentioned when reading of the diet is that you must weigh yourself every day at the same time.  I normally do it after I have brought my darling wife of over 40 years, her morning cup of chai.  It is a ritual I have each morning, as I sit on the edge of the bed and relate to her what has happened in the outside world overnight, not as reported by the MSM but as relayed to me by the alternative media.  Last night of course was the opening night of The Voice Of The People/tv.  The television channel we have all been waiting for and it started off in fine controversial voice describing the unholy antics of Gideon Osborne, our lovely Chancellor of the Exchequer, and the things he got up to in the 1990s with whores galore and cocaine by the spoonful.  They not only recalled his transgressions, they brought on the lady who provided them.  A beautiful black lady, now reformed, who had performed all manner of dominatrix favours on old George, who was truly grateful for the service and used to follow her around on all fours, a little doggie with power over our spending.  Its a bloody pity he did not then have the power over his own spends.  To prove all this she had photographs and she said that she had put the description of these up on E Bay and within minutes had offers of £50,000 on them until E Bay took the item down saying it was not suitable.  Any way it was a great early evening broadcast and one to savour the fruits of this new channel.

Again I have wandered off the track, so back to the diet, up with the tea and into the bathroom, where I divested myself of all textile material and onto the scales in my glorious buff.  The reading I then record in my little book and compare to the previous day.  I started yesterday after my weekend’s pigging out at 108.8kgs, this morning it was 108.5 and whilst writing this I have decided to write this daily report into a dedicated blog posting which I will add to on a daily basis for those interested because really it is an avenue into a new way of life.  Those of you lithe enough to withstand life’s barrages without gaining an ounce can skip this part of my blog and get on with polishing your metabolism and not get bored.  So I will add to this slowly developing posting on a daily basis and see where it gets me in three weeks time.

This weighing and recording regime every morning is most important as it gives you discipline and, I have to say, empowerment.  You need to do it after dieting as much as while you are on it.  You will then feel in total control and it only takes seconds if you prepare yourself.  When you are off the diet, your metabolism has re-stabilised itself to the new you and you can eat what you want within reason, you have taught yourself a new way of eating.  However if you do fall foul of the attractions of the flesh, your daily record makes you aware fairly quickly and you can fine tune your ingestion immediately.  So for example, I, whilst off the diet since last September, ate what I wanted and never varied weight except by a few tenths of a kilo, but if I left the house for a few days on the tear, whether it be in Sligo or Manchester enjoying 21st century high life, things do get a little awry but the situation was well under control by the time I had settled in at the ranch once more.  That is what I mean by empowerment, I am in control most of the time and that gives great satisfaction.  I am in charge, I am in control of my body but unfortunately my body needed lots of control but now as I say its just fine tuning.

Away now from all that hokum, I have just been listening to a chap called Dr M T Keshe, an Iranian nuclear physicist, who heads the Keshe Foundation in Belgium.  He, all his adult life after being educated in Manchester and London has queried the modern use and archaic thinking on  nuclear energy and its production.  He considered it was not working and he has devoted his life to finding the right solution and now he has.  He considers it is all to do with gravity and magnetic fields, which I do not pretend to understand but what he says is that modern Iranian scientists including himself are now the world leaders in modern nuclear thinking and have perfected a system which as made the Western world consider Iran to be “the axis of evil”.  The western powers are jealous and unhappy, anti-Iran propaganda is on a high pitch and the Iranians are laughing up their sleeves.

There has been a treaty on the table for nearly a year now, proposed by the Iranians.  The Iranians are saying they will share their technology but Western powers, back off!  This technology was shown when last December Iran overpowered the capabilities of two US drones and brought them down to earth in one piece.  The Powers were amazed they could not believe it but in a small way Iran proved that modern armaments and systems were obsolete and that known military strength was useless.  The powers want a piece of the action and all summer they have been working their way through the treaty, they obviously do not want to lose face and Iran, so many years on the outside wants to be at peace with the world, have all embargoes lifted and get on with the new improved life this technology will bring.  So peace is on the agenda, peace is what the Iranians are selling.  Free energy is at the core and is potentially world changing.

The energy companies owned by the Elite are cringing but it all should eventually lead to a better life and the life of the Elite should be eroded to such a degree that they will eventually lose their powers.  The bulldog of the Elite is very angry, old Benjamin Netanyahu is livid, he wants to invade Iran as soon as possible but he is about 10 years back up his own arsehole, if he invades Iran with the hardware he has, the Israelis would be on the lunch time menu.

So the treaty signed in such a blaze of glory at the weekend is not what you thought it was but probably even better, the world could be putting herself to rights.  We just have to settle the zionists down.  I am sorry for going round the houses with this posting but I eventually got to where I wanted to.  A careful watch will be kept on this situation and keep a look out for Dr M T Keshe.

This posting will be added to on a daily basis until about the 15th December whether I win or lose.

Well here is my blog posting about the second phase of my diet which I first started in July of this year to look trim or as near trim as my grossness would allow for my daughters wedding at the end of August.  I lost 13kgs in 6 weeks and have remained stable at around 108 kgs since.  I was 12okgs but reduced down to 107kgs.  Phase two started on Monday 25th November and I am aiming at 102kgs  by around the 15th December 2013 which will put me at my weight when I was married in 1973.

You start the diet by two days of pigging out which I did on Saturday and Sunday, the 23rd and 24th November and now I am ready , are you.

Day 1 – 25th November 2013

Weight at 8.00am – 108.8kgs.

Breakfast was a quarter of a melon with 4 desert spoons of Lidl creamy yoghurt

Lunch was a cup of my wife’s famed Catalonian fish soup

Drink was about 450ml of vodka, lime juice and sparkling water

Evening meal was two large chicken thighs accompanied by a salad of thinly sliced lemon, fennel and celery and another salad left over from yesterday of chicory, roast beetroot and lashings of horse radish sauce with three quail eggs

Day 2 – 26th November 2013

Weight at 9.00am was 108.5kgs

Breakfast was melon and yoghurt plus an apple chopped up on top

Lunch was the soup

Evening meal was a good piece of grilled sirloin cooked with onions and tomatoes, a salad of fennel, celery and lemon as yesterday

Drink was vodka, lime and water as yesterday about 450mls

These salads you can eat as much as you want to, they are negative harm to the diet because there is no dressing.  I cannot wait to see my results in the morning, my only fight is against having another glass of the vodka combination but I am sure it will not matter but at least for now I will resist.

Day 3 – 27th November 2013

Today I will publish this posting and then add to it everyday so that the world can see how I disappear,

I have pledged that if this three weeks is more successful than I planned I will continue to go below my target until the wife gives me a kiss which, and I can well understand, she as not done for quite a while.  At this point I will know that I have achieved my ultimate pulling weight.  We will see.

Breakfast is another quarter of a melon.  There is nothing disheartening about this, the tastes are so enticing but what it means is that the body has started pissing for England, now the the body is releasing its retained liquids.

Weight at 8.00am was 108.3kgs

Breakfast at 8.30am after being up for 3 hours is melon, yoghurt and apple again, I just love the combination.  So in two days I have lost 0.5kgs or just over 2lbs so in 15 days I should lose 5,75kgs which means I should be down to 103kgs which aint bad, it just means another turn on the screw.  5.75kgs in three weeks is 12lb 10oz, it sounds better that way, but here goes.  I am publishing now and on a daily basis on this page and around this time.

Evening meal was a pork chop, a grilled half of a courgette and my favourite chicory, roast beetroot and horse radish salad.

For aperitif and digestif was my usual vodka, lime juice and sparkling water, no more than 450mls and so to bed, a long walk to day as helped the tiredness.

Well here we are at the start of week 2

Day 7 – Monday, 2nd December 2013

My weight this morning was a decent 106.8kgs, not what I was hoping for but still a small drop on shattering Saturday when I put on 0.4kgs but at least a reversal of that slump.  To remind you all, I was 108.8kgs a week ago, so to look on the positive side of things I have lost 2kgs in a week.  Anybody would be proud of that.  I think it easier to comply with the regime midweek, less distraction.  So here we go.

By the way did you read in the gutter shite press this morning how scientists in America, at Albany University in New York, have discovered a link between Alzheimers and Type 2 Diabetes.  They were alerted because both conditions were growing at the same rate.  They discovered that the drugs supplied by Big Pharma through your quack doctors were always supplied so that your body always had enough insulin ie., they oversubscribed the Metformin or whatever it was that we Diabetes 2 patients were on.  This unused insulin would travel to the brain and creates amyloid proteins which attack brain cells.  80% of Type 2 patients are overweight and 75% of type 2 patients go on to Alzheimers.  Well I took my last Metformin last Monday and I ain’t taking any more.  I will lose weight instead and drag myself out of the inertia my body was in.

Breakfast will be melon and apple well greased by yoghurt.  Lunch has still to appear over the horizon.  Surprise, surprise, a cup of fish soup and for evening meal four delicious lamb chops and cabbage, the omnipresent.

Day 8 – Tuesday 3rd December 2013

Woke early at about 3.45am busying myself with final editing of a magazine I am editing for the editor who has his feet up somewhere.  Completed text etc and sent lot off to Manchester for pictorial and design work etc and then for printing after Christmas.  Am patiently waiting for 8.00am or the daily moment of truth, I have had a preview and I am not happy.  Why with all this privation am I not losing weight?  I suppose three chops last night or even two would have shown improvement this morning, but anyway they were so nice, how could I refuse.  That sounds like the epitaph of a fatty.  I will have to concentrate.  My weight at 8.00am is 107kgs, basically I have remained static for two days, I’ve plateaued out.  I have heard it said and I will persevere.  I will leave out that fattening apple for breakfast.

Cup of soup and an apple for lunch and it looks like roast chicken for the evening meal.  Had my two mile walk, I go that quick when I’m on my own Helen does not believe it and thinks I have found a shortcut but the truth is going at her mincing pace, I sometimes fall asleep but better to say nowt.  My fingers are crossed I’m willing the scales not to speak with forked tongue tomorrow.

Day 9 – Wednesday, 4th December 2013

I am not unhappy, I hopefully have turned the corner, 106.8kgs at 8.00am.  Breakfasted on apples and melon, lubricated by yoghurt and lunched on prawn and cod soup and received some delightful photos of Spike Martin in action in the Summer, he looks remarkable for his age.  Thank you Dave Smith in Earthquake land for sending them to me.  I have to crack on because my blog posting today is about that parasite on society, the man in a suit and how he preys on the good of this world, Dave Smith not included with these hooded vipers.

As I have mentioned in previous postings there is a new television programme out called The People’s Voice (TPV), it can only be accessed from the internet by googling its name.  It runs 24/7 with some fantastic programmes on it featuring subjects that could never be aired in the main stream media (MSM).

It is the brainchild of David Icke and his mates, but do not start running away when you hear his name, David is now an accepted part of the revolution that is taking place in this world, where everybody can see what a shit job most governments round the world are making of their task in hand.  Never ever as the world been so full of angry people, all probably arguing about the things that impact on themselves. TPV is about gathering all this anger and joining it together in one vehicle with which to educate the people and attack the powers that be and all aspects of the Elite control over our lives.

One of the beauties of TPV is that if you miss a particular programme because of other commitment, you can always watch it again in the early hours.  It is basically led by two former fantastic journalists, Richie Allen and Sonia Poulton, who bring the art of proper journalism to the surface without the constraints the MSM put on free-thinking journalists today.  Richie is an Irishman from Waterford who has been steeped in independent radio journalism describing among other things the historic abuse system in Ireland by priests and Government officials in the parishes, schools, industrial schools and laundries.  Sonia Poulton has been for many years a lone voice in MSM, desperately trying to bring social issues to the surface in a media that is gagged and dumbed down by its owners, the zionist elite who own 95% of the western world’s press and television.

The station has a programme for all dissidents, whether it be anti-government voices, anti-social services voices, anti-fracking voices, in fact anything the world is anti, this channel discusses in a calm measured way, bringing up facts and professional experts to shoot down the apochryphal official line on most things.

I was so mightily impressed with the two women on last nights show, Sonia and Sabine McNeill, a journalist and an all round professional good guy, expressing in a natural women’s way, their heartfelt disgust at the way Social Services up and down the country have become the new Gestapo.  How with the new powers invested in them by government they can now procure at will and temporarily fill the halls of local authority care by snatching children from their legal parents at the drop of a hat, or on a so called legal whim.  These children are introduced into the system, their parents served with a gagging order not to discuss their case with a third party under the threat of them never seeing their children again.  These children after a while disappear into the hazy world that we are all beginning to hear about as more and more of the Jimmy Savile revelations are reported.  God knows into whose paedophilic hands these innocents end up in.  This scenario happens on a daily basis so much so that I am sure these social workers are on a bonus per head of captured children.  The aim is not to nurture the family relationship but to get the kid into care as soon as possible.  The worst case I have heard of is this Italian woman, who came to England, looking for work, became pregnant, did not take medication for her bipolar disorder and had a breakdown.  She was detained under the Mental Health Act, kept in hospital for five weeks against her will and has she approached her time, she was sedated and forced to undergo a C-section without her knowledge. As soon as the child was lifted from the mother’s womb, the baby was taken into care by Essex County Council officials.  Even farm animals are given better dignity.  This case although not reported in the MSM is due to become an international battle with the Italian lady’s lawyer Brendan Flemming saying amongst other things that both mother and child should be repatriated to Italy.  The respected Liberal Democrat MP, John Hemmings, will be raising the matter in Parliament this week.

These types of stories raise their head all the time and TPV intends to bring them to a wider audience.  Whether your argument is about the fiasco of 9/11, or the absolute bollocks of a scenario like 7/7, or an argument about zionist anti-everybody feeling in the Middle East, or about Big Pharma taking possession of our lives by over-subscribed lethal cocktails of drugs, or what is the true story on Egypt, Libya, Syria and the half destroyed arab world, there is a programme for you and all processed in true journalistic style to give a balanced view.  They ask all the accused in these programmes to come forward and give their side in the argument.  So far nobody has challenged TPV’s view on any subject matter even though they speak in absolute contradiction of the official line, suggesting of course that the official line is not the line leading to the truth.

TPV are now attracting senior MPs, high ranking journalists and professional people in all areas discussed, who realise that at last there is a voice for right and against the murk of MSM and officialdom and that voice without doubt is TPV.  But all this expose costs money and TPV depend on donations to keep going whilst organizations and vetted commercials take up the slack.  TPV will not accept help from anybody with an agenda, the agenda belongs to TVP and the people.  They have a not for profit philosophy, long may they reign and educate us all, even the useful idiots out there who toe the official line without stopping and taking a deep breath.

Today after reading this piece you might think I’m full of bile and angst against the suited professions but I’m not, I’m just telling you like it is, so that every body can make up their own minds.  Its rather long but stay with it.

Whilst I was in business, if that is what it was called, I always thought that it was the loneliest place in the world.  In the day to day running of a company, problems arise from all angles and as a company owner, you are supposed to deal with them and if you cannot, then to seek advice.  Nothing prepares you for this position, you have to learn on the hoof and those that do take the subject at third level and go to Business School, learn how it’s done and tend to join large corporations and do not get involved in the nitty gritty of small business.  So you can say that 95% of business owners when starting off, although full of enterprise and zeal, know absolutely nothing about keeping alive and afloat.  They really are calves for the slaughter.

The professionals, the lawyers, accountants and bankers rely on this ignorance and lump this 95% into a term called entrepreneurs.  All that means is that unless they have a solid gold market from which to work, these entrepreneurs are just dupes to the system.  You have to be a crook or a gangster to fight your way to success and as 90% of the 95% are in neither of these two categories, small businesses continually fail because of the vagaries of the market and the elusiveness of the advice given when put under scrutiny.

Failure of businesses just turn up the volume of jingling cash to these professions, every failed business is a cash cow, to accountants, lawyers and bankers and as long as these suits can continue to help businesses to fail, all the better for them.  They can make five or six year’s fees out of a failed company, knowing full well that these drone entrepreneurs will fertilise another company and keep the cash wheel turning.  On top of all of that and to keep the ball in the air, the men in really good suits, the politicians, are happy as well, these drones are taking people off the streets, removing taxes from their earnings, acting as unpaid agents for the politicos and filling the coffers of government to enable the politicians to line their own pockets.  One mad scramble for money with the ants on the floor, the drones flying above them and everybody else on a feeding frenzy.

All these professionals and I do not see why they should be labelled as such, surely leeches would be a better soubriquet.  Soubriquet is apt because it means in Old French, a tap under the jaw.  That is what these leeches, these men and women in suits, do to the entrepreneurs, tap them under the chin and while he/she is out cold, proceed to bleed their client dry.

Do not get me wrong, these professions do not act haphazardly but supposedly have different frameworks backing their actions up, but they know that with so much ignorance about, it is a matter of knowing how much they can get away with.  How much they can filch off a customer before alarm bells start ringing.  These frameworks come under a general term called ethics, which the dictionary tells me is “the moral principles governing or influencing conduct” a verbose way of saying whatever I can get away with.  Let me give you a good example of ethics in action although it has nothing to do with the main subject of today’s posting, it has a lot to do with the morality of the professions.

For a while now, four years in fact, I have been leading a particular initiative that will eventually and shortly lead to a case to be heard in the Royal Courts of Justice in London.  I have allied myself with a particular firm of lawyers in this matter and although we jog along and I quite like them, they do not particularly like me.  Outspokeness is not for the professions, keep everything under the carpet and close to your chest, so that you get trampled on , on a daily basis by whoever is out there, and whenever anybody stands up and shouts j’accuse, at one of their own, they all assemble together round a cauldron and mutter and moan and often do things a lot worse.

At the same time as our initiative was going the rounds in preparation for our day in court, another firm of lawyers from Manchester, Panone, have also taken up the cudgel on behalf of two other people, victims of this historical outrage I have been fighting against.  Incidentally because I have been carrying the torch for this particular issue for four years now, I consider myself to be an expert on the subject and in fact a world expert.

Three years ago I approached a senior partner in Panone with my evidence or what evidence I had at the time, but he told me to forget it, that I had not got a chance.  No bad feelings, you take your luck with these suits.  I went away and allied myself with another firm who saw the case differently.  The heat started to rise and Panone then saw the value, got themselves a couple of clients and went on their merry way.  Richard Scorer, the senior partner I met, put the case in the hands of a sweet talking, pretty little thing called Molly Whittall, an associate partner in Panone.

Lawyers when approaching third parties for information and witness testimony and knowing that the third party is represented by another firm, according to Lawyer’s Professional Ethics No 101, have to put their requests through this representing firm and not go directly to the third party.  This, Molly Whittall has failed to do on a number of occasions, not just with me but with a number of witnesses I had garnered over the years for our case.  My lawyers stupidly giving Molly, a list of our witnesses for nothing in return.  This might seem nothing to you outsiders but this is the legal profession and we are talking professional ethics which is supposed to be the Bible of this profession.  I have asked for an apology but all Molly chooses to do is ignore, after all I am just a piece of shit she found under the carpet, when she lifted one corner.  Remember the names, Panone solicitors, Richard Scorer and sweet little Molly Whittall.

So much for ethics, I want now to tell a story, a true story, which implicates all the professions and gives an unbelievable insight into the depths these fellows in suits have descended.

A husband and wife team, fully alert, capable, intelligent and full of ideas, started up a business in 2003 and were doubling their overheads and profits by the year.  A mistake, because the systems have to keep up with growth but there was nobody to tell them this.  They were done by an internal fraud amounting to £250K but could not prove anything, this affected cash-flow and pressure from suppliers was becoming a burden.  Desperately they applied for a discounting facility at a bank, the RBS.  After RBS auditors had inspected the books they offered 85% of their book.  That is the RBS agreed to pay weekly 85% of the value of invoices generated in a particular week in an ongoing manner.  They then delayed the deal and came back with an offer of 70% along with other costs that were not in the original offer.  These changes were made at the 11th hour and the two partners were foced to sign and give personal guarantees.

They received their injection in October 2008 and hobbled on to February 2009, the week before the bank was taken over by the government.  The bankman said that they would now only fund 50% of book, which meant the pair would have had to pay £180K back to bank prior to paying any supplier.  They were forced into administration by a bank that had performed a hundred times worse.

They called in administrators, a firm called S F Plant from London, who their accountants had advised were decent, S F Plant told the pair to buy the business back off them and at the same time attracted an investor who could see the value of the business.  The administrators looking at the debtors ledger were rubbing their hands, there was £700K of monies owed to the company.  They came along and threw all the business files into a wagon, they had no intention of seriously collecting the debt, that was RBS’s job.  The money for the administrators was the cash in bank on day 1 of administration, no work to do and easy cash.  At this time they owed RBS £300K, the debtors ledger would easily cover this (£700K) but all RBS bothered collecting was £143K, the outstanding was covered by Personal Guarantee, so the bank thought why should we bother collecting.  So the pair owed £157K and the RBS came after them.

In the meantime the company’s bank, NatWest, were also coming after the pair for a 1oK PG overdraft facility.  At the time of administration there was a cash surplus in the company account but two months after administration S F Plant withdrew £32K.  The amount was never disclosed in the administrators report and was never explained by the team of suits who were supposedly looking after (raping) them.  All they now knew was that NatWest were calling in a£10K PG.

They hired another suit, a lawyer who specialised in PG work and while they were investigating the case it became obvious that RBS had fraudulently altered key documentation.  Are we now seeing crime here by men in suits.  However the joint claim came to court amounting to £200K, an amount any way that was totally unfair if the banks had carried out their obligations and surprise, surprise, the banks within minutes offered to settle if they accepted 10% of the debt.  Tired, confused and feeling totally bullied with the system they accepted the offer after more advice and also their new investor was also getting nervous.

A payment plan was set up agreeable to both sides and the pair payed in monies to their PG solicitor who then passed the money on to the bank, this was in September 2011.  Payments were made on time and then in March 2012, the husband found out that he had a County Court Judgement against him for £25K for non payment of the agreement.  It seems that the PG Solicitor whose name by the way is Lake, Jackson of Norwich had kept or stolen the last £6K plus and not paid it over even though the pair had paid all his fees.  RBS had gone to the County Court without informing the pair of the problem.  There is a moral here, do not pay money to a solicitor for onward payment to a third party.  These people are criminals and I think they all should accept that mantle.

Lake Jackson could not be contacted and another solicitor was ordered to try and recover the missing£6K plus.  This proved fruitless, so they contacted the Solicitors Regulation Authority who said they could not help but contact the legal ombudsman, who found in their favour but had no powers of recovering the money, so armed with the ombudsman report another solicitor was approached, again to no avail.

RBS were now threatening bankruptcy proceedings, so the pair armed with their own skills created a website called lakejacksonstoleourmoney.co.uk and soon had it at the top of Google for the name of the solicitor, his firm and every other permutation.  A press release was also concocted and sent to the firm prior to its release.  Very quickly he paid up outstanding monies plus £800 the ombudsman had said were costs.  Damages and these are now considerable are being worked on as I write.

The big problem was this outstanding CCJ so they wrote to RBS and said we have now recovered the monies which we will send you but could you please apply to the court to have the CCJ put aside (cancelled).  Remarkably and bloody minded as they are, RBS said no, the CCJ stands, just give us the money and we will mark it as settled but that means the CCJ still stands.  The pair had had enough of bullying by this time and stood firm.  The RBS  issued a statutory demand which means that the pair are in the bankruptcy courts in two weeks time, just because RBS will not put right the harm they have done.

The ironic part of all this is that as a bankrupt your credit rating is clear after a year, while as with a CCJ you cannot get credit for six years.  My advice is, but I do not wear a suit, go to the bankruptcy court, keep the £6K plus and have a week or two on the piss.  Do not give satisfaction to these bastards, the men in suits.  The lawyers, bankers and accountants who do nothing but bleed industry dry and are scared outof their shite of criticising one of their own.  These men/women in suits are criminals, so let everybody wake up.

Well what a day I had in Dublin yesterday.  Every time I go down, although round here they say up, to Dublin, even though Dublin is south east of here, you never here of people in Manchester say go up to London but I suppose up to Dublin might have imperialist connotations.  Any way every time I go down to Dublin on the train you can guarantee on meeting an interesting person.  Yesterday, A young Asian couple with a young child got on the train at Mullingar and sat next to us, the train was crowded, it was red neck day in Dublin, when all the country people go to the big city in preparation for Christmas.  This couple picked the only two seats left and Helen, my lovely wife of over 40 years, started the conversation off by asking the couple how old the baby was.  She said he must be three months old.  The Asian woman was amazed, Helen was right to within a week but she would wouldn’t she having had many herself.

After pleasantries with the Asian lady who thought Helen must be a bit of a guru, the conversation lulled and I started telling Helen a story I had heard about ATOS, that scumbag French outfit employed by the Cameron government to assess the benefits people should get and Helen happened to ask about the doctors role in the story and I said ATOS think that all doctors are frauds.  The Asian lady picked up on this and said, pointing to her man, my husbands a doctor.  Well that got our conversation rolling and their was plenty of things I wanted to say but didn’t out of politeness and has the conversation continued during the 50 odd miles to Dublin, it transpired that the medical couple had friends round the corner from, where we used to live in Manchester and that she was a visiting consultant chemist to Astra Zeneca in Macclesfield and Alderley Edge, where I spent a good few years of my working life, tearing down buildings to make way for new ones that churned out modern pharmaceuticals and here I am getting it from the horses mouth that these new buildings themselves are about to be torn down.  Astra Zeneca are leaving Macclesfield and going to Cambridge.  Astra Zeneca employ half of Macclesfield so it looks hard for those Cestrians in the long term.

However we arrived at the Abbey Theatre, the venue for our day out to watch the play/musical by James Plunkett called The Risen People which eventually spawned Strumpet City some years later.  This production is an adaptation by Jimmy Fay of Jim Sheridan’s version of the original but before all of that sustenance was needed.  So having met my daughter in the lounge of the Abbey, who was in the company of some wandering troubadour from Cork, who works under the name of Himey, probably another bloody zionist, Cork is full of them.  Himey was shortly going off to a performance he was putting on at Dublin Castle, another musical entitled Murder On The Stage Of Government – English Style. It tells the tale in song, dance and joke of the murder whilst under interrogation of two Sinn Feiners by an Officer of Special Branch in 1920 at the seat of English power, the said Dublin Castle.

We went round the corner to Lanigan’s on Eden Quay, a favourite eaterie of mine where you can normally get a decent meal for around five euro.  Mine was Liffy cod and chips, good for the diet that I’m on because they indigent Liffy fish never grow to more than tiddler size, shrunk by the shit and chemicals that pollute the river.

However whilst in Lanigan’s, who should walk in but an old friend of mine, big in local politics and a big name round the Dublin area.  After introductions and a call for porter, we get into a huddle with his best kept secret of the week.  And this is where I get serious for once.  My friend, with no axe to grind, let me into a secret that every one in Dublin in the know is trying to keep a lid on.  Michael D. ie. Michael D Higgins, our President, is having a serious fling with his aide-de-camp, a senior and dashing military man and that this affair has met with the full approval of Michael D’s wife, Sabina and not only that but Michael D has had a liking for young men all his adult life.  Not in any way a paedophile  but anything 18+ dressed in a male tutu.

Now this is no flimflam that I am reporting here, this is an old friend, a politician and business man, I have known many years and a man who would never repeat spiteful gossip.  What I have written here is pure gold, from a man who knows and there we all were thanking our lucky stars that we had managed to avert that bald-headed ex-Fine Failer, Sean Gallagher, who ran a very close second to Michael D in the Presidential race, but some might say we have jumped out of the frying pan into the fire with our elected choice.  Personally I have no time for that line of thinking because I reckon all credit should go to Michael D for being able to rise it at 72 years of age and stick it up a young and scrawny military arse.  It is no wonder that Mary van Lieshout, the American Presidential advisor, jacked her job in last week, her fine face obviously did not fit.  It was a bit like putting a lamb into a stable.  Michael D answered his critics last week on a visit to Cork when he said “It is often pointed out that a donkey and its mate can stay together for years and that even a short separation can be very stressful”.  So it looks as though we have our answer, this aide-de-camp is going nowhere for a long, long time.

Anyway back to the story.The Risen People was a remarkable production, but I say that every time I go to the Abbey, but this performance must be the finest yet, with fantastic music and song mainly generated by Conor Linehan and is setting to music of Yeats angry poem September 1913, the star of the show.  The story was the class struggle in the early 20th century and has Helen succinctly said to me at half time “was it not ever thus” and as my daughter Paddy Jo said “yes but them days you knew your enemies”.  Of the very strong  cast, I thought Phelim Drew was the stand out but only because he got the best lines and had a lovely rich inherited voice.  The story of the Dublin lock out of 1913 which drifted into 1914 needs telling to as many people as possible and the Abbey are in fact taking this production out in January to Wheatfield Prison, Larkin Community College and Kilbarrack Community Centre.  I think it the most important piece of Irish history and in an indirect way favoured England’s cause.  The lockout was possibly the single most important reason why Irishmen in their thousands enlisted in the British Army in late 1914 and early 1915.  They swelled the ranks of a very depleted army that had undergone terrible slaughter in the early months of the war.

So all I can say is bravo to Fiach Mac Conghail and everybody at the Abbey and bravo Jimmy Fay, Conor Linehan, Colin Dunne and the cast for putting on such a wonderful show.

So that was that, I thought what a wonderful day and we experienced a pleasant journey back to Boyle, marred only slightly by Irish Rail not being able to find a driver for our train making us rednecks set off 30 minutes late but all that was offset by Helen’s suggestion that we celebrate the day with a bottle of wine and the end of our second week of diet.

Imagine my alarm when I arrived home and sat with my invigorating entree into an evening of booze, a glass of well diluted vodka and found out from a son of mine that Nelson Mandela was nothing but a zionist lackey.  I had issued words of praise for this supposed great man but then to find him linked to the New World Order came as a massive shock but there was worse, another child sent me a photograph of Mandela in his Knights of Malta ball gown.  Can you believe it, this African fraud is no better than Heinrich Himmler, George Bush and frigging Tony Blair.  (see my blog posting on the Papal Honours fiasco written some time in 2012). 

This morning I am in a much deluded world, I have no heroes left only my wife, who has offered to buy wine for the evening as recompense for my delusion.

Day 15 – Monday 9th December 2013

Well after all the shenanikans of the weekend my weight was 106.3kgs which is not too bad only a gain of 0.3kgs.  It would be lovely to get down to 105kgs by next Sunday.  I will persevere and for breakfast this morning my usual melon, apple and yoghurt.  Sardines and tomatoes for lunch and carbs for the evening meal, meat balls pasta and a tomato sauce lifted by chilli.  I think she has given up on me but I’d better say nowt.

At least hopefully there is no wine but there can be no complaints with well diluted vodka.  Well indeed there was wine and buckets of it Christmas has come early for my good lady.  So I was well fhluterred going to bed and feared the worst for the morning.

Day 16 – Tuesday 10th December 2013

Well a good nights sleep after all the carbs and alcohol and my weight at 8 was 106.2.  I lost a fraction but at least I lost.  My problem as always been that I eat everything she dishes up, never moan and complain.  Just eat and drink whatever she gives you and thank her kindly at the end.  I suppose it is that philosophy that has kept our marriage running along nicely all these years.  A melon and yoghurt breakfast, followed by an apple and sliver of edam cheese for lunch and it looks like a fish supper, but I am still trying.

Yes indeed some baked haddock for the evening meal with beetroot, beans and mushy peas and the obligatory by now bottle of wine and slug of vodka.  Bed early and a good nights sleep.

Day 17 – Wednesday 11th December 2013

Up at 6.00am, lots of e-mails, a good blog from Rusty on the Jamboree that Mandela’s funeral has turned into with the corrupt stock of the world hanging on to each other’s tails.  Are they as thick as they look, they must be or they would not be there.  At least Enda Kenny stayed away but that one from Denmark can come to my funeral any time.  Michelle Obama was not looking too pleased as Barak tried to give the Dane one a quick hug or something and what the fuck was that twat Bono doing there.  I’m sure he must be supplying them bastards.

Anyhow that’s a weight off my shoulders and my weight at 8 is 106.1kgs, I’m moving slowly downwards but it is a bit like watching paint dry.  Any how and this is exciting the ould wan is letting me cook the evening meal and I have plumped (that being the operative word) I have plumped for Paella.  Chicken and rice, prawns, squid, bits of bacon, peppers, peas, garlic, saffron, paprika, chorizo, tomatoes, in no particular order but basically it is a fridge clear out in preparation for Christmas.  It smells fantastic and I have made enough for tomorrow as well providing we do not pig out tonight.  One of the nicest things about dieting is that you can go off on the spree every now and then.

The neo-nazified state of Scotland, the country who wants its independence from the suckling love of the Union of Great Britain, as it seems sunk to a new low.  I personally cannot wait until the day comes when we can cast off the dead weight of this Pictish moorland desert as long as we can station the British Army on the border to disallow any of those northern people from trespassing onto beautiful England where they have made up the accursed lowlife of our major cities for generations.

Let me tell you a story about this Neanderthal country and its ruling classes; a true story that only happened recently but has been years in the making.  A good friend of mine from Altrincham way, in leafy Cheshire, a man who has spent his whole life trying to put right the wrongs committed by civilised and uncivilised states and in fact runs an organization called Prisoners of Conscience, which tries to help people all over the world who have stood against injustice and political bullying and have been penalised for their fight for right, has been shit on again from a great height by Salmond’s slaverers north of the border.

I have written before about Mr Timothy Rustige’s tribulations at the hands of these Caledonian fudgers who make up the Scottish National Party, who rule Scotland and have made it into the most lawless society outside of North Korea in the modern world.

Timothy, for it has been claimed by these kilt lifters and in particular by a pretty odious bitch of their ilk, a Mrs Elish Angiolini,  has supposedly scared the living daylights out of her for daring to suggest that when she was removed from her lofty position of Lord Advocate of Scotland after years of protecting high class pervert and paedophile jocks of both the lowland and highland varieties, was not the right man for the job of Principal of St Hugh’s College in Oxford.

She, this scrawny arsed paedophile protector, was so scared of Timothy’s mindful thoughts on her get out of jail free ticket, that she along with her Grampian groupies had Timothy or Rusty as he is known to his mates, summoned to appear in court in Aberdeen, which is about 200 miles further north than you really want to go in that god forsaken country, to explain to his betters, they of the legal fraternity, why he had the criminal intent of stalking and interfering with Angiolini’s god given right to fuck up everything she touches.

Rusty prepared carefully, licking his lips at the thought of parading Angiolini’s stained knickers to the public at large and with Robert Green in tow to give evidence, another martyr to Angiolini’s search for world domination and another Cheshire man to boot.  What have the Gramps got against Cestrian stock and fair play?

His day or two days in court was to be in November 2013, not the most pleasant month to be up where the sun don’t shine.  So he packed a large suitcase with enough warm cloths to last him five years, the minimum sentence in Aberdeen for thinking scrawny arsed non-menstruating mammals like Angiolini should not be retired to well paid sinecures for helping shirt lifters and paedo-shaggers to put their pricks back into their y-fronts

The date set was a Monday at the Granite City bar, so Rusty ordered, more in hope than good judgement, a return rail ticket from off the internet, a lot cheaper than turning up at the station on the day and buying one at the kiosk.  He also booked himself into a local dosshouse in Aberdeen for his three night extravaganza.  Don’t forget this was not the first time he had been summoned to Aberdeen, he had been up and down like a yo-yo to this infernal place, he knew all the high spots and he was going to have a good time, probably the last good time he would ever have.  He feared five years incarceration would do no good for his dickey ticker.  Pardon me for using such a low adjective.

Anyway dickey ticker or not he was all set and raring to go, when on the Friday afternoon, prior to the Monday, at about 4.30 pm, he was informed by his solicitor that the Sheriff Principal who was going to hear the case had gone down with a severe attack of the droop, which he had contracted after an intimate in camera session with scrawny arsed pit bull Angiolini and this droop was going to stop all social contact with everybody until 2014 by which time the mercury tablets he was prescribed for his transmitted disease would have done the trick and make him feel rosy all over.

Rusty, perplexed and annoyed at this latest ploy by the Govan Gauleiter, applied to the Scottish Court Service for his own non-refundable costs caused by this postponement.  It amounted to £429.34p.  He was still an innocent party who had been put to expense for no fault of his own.  So imagine his surprise when he received a letter on Friday 13th December, an ominous day by any reckoning.  It was from another branch of the Scottish Gestapo, Anderson Strathern, solicitors to the Scottish Court Service and it told Rusty to piss off with his claim, he should have booked his tickets on a refundable basis allowing for this attack of in camera droop which can be caught by anybody in close contact with Angiolini.  The letter was signed with a smirk by no less a scot than Scott Flannigan, solicitor.  A music hall act who is destined for high office in the future state of Dunniewassal on Oil.

So while Rusty now regrets his eagerness to charge the tartan courts as little as possible, he at least now has a firm date for his rearranged court appearance, which is 24th – 28th February 2014.  The case is set for five days now instead of the original two days, presumably the droop must have slowed down the Sheriff Principal considerably.

He is also ruminating on the idea of hitching up to Aberdeen on the 23rd February with a copy of the Telegraph newspaper.  It will make a nice blanket for a five night stay on a park bench, before he is beckoned to the bliss of a jail cell in the local caboose.  Either that or ignoring completely his order to appear in court and wait for the strong arm of a Grampian posse to decend on his little home in Altrincham, they know where it is having been before.  They, this skirted flying squad, will drive him up to Aberdeen in limousinal comfort and offer him luxury accommodation in a police cell for the duration of his neo-Nuremberg hearing.

A really happy new year to you all.  On Monday this week I wrote a piece very similar to this but on Tuesday, yesterday in fact, I found I could not access my blog.  Besides having written the Happy New Year posting on Monday, I had written about 2000 words in draft of my Morocco diary and I wanted to continue this diary.  All day Tuesday I tried to access the blog and all of a sudden at about 4.00pm I accessed it.  Imagine my surprise to find Monday’s posting wiped and the draft diary also.  I knew I had written them, it wasn’t a figment of my imagination because within 30 minutes of my publication, I received a comment from an Old Bedian in Australia which I still have in e-mail form and to which I replied.  I can only suggest dark forces are afoot.  I have to admit the article although gushing in its first few sentences became slightly anarchistic but surely not enough for Big Brother to stretch out his scrawny arm and wipe it and even less reason to wipe my diary.  So I am going to recreate the lot.  It will not be word for word but the message will be the same.  So here goes.

Well I am back after two weeks in sunny Morocco, having survived daytime temperatures of between 20-25C and not a drop of rain in my 15 day stay.  I am eager to start up my blog in this year of 2014 which all insiders agree is going to be a momentous year, a year of great social achievement, a year when many more people will learn what has been happening to them and a year when they start to react to the regulations and mind control that is being steadily and stealthily put upon them.

Governments will start to feel very uncomfortable and individuals like David Cameron even more so, having been found out so many times recently of trying to pull the wool over our eyes and in fact blatantly lying on important issues like the Help To Buy policy which was discovered to be a farce on Friday last. http://ilegal.org.uk/thread/8301/

The following I give you from a Gareth Icke tweet I received last week.  Gareth is a musician who started to realise the control dark forces have on the music industry and would have none of it.  Just try and imagine a company in the UK that has just over 630 employees and understand that we have dug up the following statistics from its Human Resources Department.  Of the 630+ on the staff, 29 have been accused of physically abusing their partner or wife, seven of them have been arrested for fraud and nine have been accused of writing out cheques that bounced.  17 of them have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least two businesses and three have been imprisoned for assault.  71 of these employees (nearly 12%) cannot get a credit card due to their bad credit history and 14 of them have been arrested on drug related charges.  Eight of them have been arrested for shoplifting and currently 21 of them are currently defending lawsuits brought about by previous dodgy dealing and 84 of them, that is 13% of them, have been arrested in the last 12 months for drink driving and collectively this year have wracked up an expenses bill 0f £92,993,748, which on average is £146,447 per employee.  Gareth is not making it up, the above information is gathered from accredited sources.  This is of course on top of their salaries of £250,00o – £75,000 depending on their position in the company and the monies received from various directorships in other companies and cash money they filch from other dodgy sources.  Unfortunately there is no accredited source to tell us how many of these buckos are involved in the crime of paedophilia, but it is a certain bet that 50% or more are tarred with that brush, for power is the lifeblood of these misguided hedonists.

Now if you know this of a companies employees and you are dealing with this company, surely your first thought would be to cut your ties immediately.  So you should do this now and have nothing more to do with them at all.  I suppose you are wondering who this company is and how could you get tied up with such a bunch of desperados as these.  Well it is the House of Commons, the biggest load of abusers, frauds, alcoholics and thieves gathered together under one roof in the country and we give them carte blanche permission to rape, rob, ravish and ruin us on a daily basis and we seem to accept it. Why?

David Cameron, our supreme ruler, who is part of this mob needs to come clean and accept what he is and what he has and close the company down immediately, it is a canker on our lives.  But we know he will not, he is making a nice living by lying and pulling in filthy lucre.  So we have to do it for him.  These bastards need money, they thrive on its existence, so turn off the tap, deprive them of this need in any way shape or form you can.  Do not be worried about repercussions, if you cannot do it loudly, do it discretely.  If enough of us do it they cannot bring us to court or imprison us because their system will break down.  Do not let this bunch of bastards continue to take control of our lives.  We are far better and stronger people than they think.  Sit down and consider and in some small or big way deprive this horrible cluster of their fuel.

On a more pleasant note and over the next week or so I intend to share with you my Moroccan diary, my observations of living in a muslim country, a very poor country but a country with lots of advantages over our own god-forsaken sceptered isle.  It should be a pleasant read with humour, appreciation and slight criticism woven through the text.  That is of course if Big Brother’s scrawny hand leaves me in peace.