There are many reasons to be critical of POTUS, but domestic racism is not one of them. Do your homework if you still believe otherwise. Start with the above and then work your way through the Whitehouse video channel on Youtube.
Reality requires research not opinions. Those can be found in the fake news corporate media.
The most curious example, in my opinion above, is the rejection of my card for 5.55 at The Key & Anchor, three times yet I only used cash in the pub that night. The screengrabs were arbitrary, I looked up from time to time for no specific reason, and noted the numbers which came at me like a blizzard. It was quite a wild ride but also not without intense interest.
A post of mine was reported to Facebook and the automatic review process has taken offence to starving and partially clothed people as above. There was a chance to appeal but in the end, I've posted loads on Churchill so I let it go.
That's OK as it's their business platform. Facebook was OK a few years ago, but it's not an activist tool anymore, though it has worked well in the past.
This post, I hope will remain in the public domain to raise public awareness of MKULTRA, Palestine and institutionalised child abuse.
I still have more work to do on this post but this will do for the time being.
Update: It still goes on but less intensive.
Just so all are clear. I don't wait for the numbers to align.
I merely look at anything with the display of a number (clocks, computers etc) and the synchronicity is there. The camera on my phone is broken so I'm unable to take photos and am restricted to screenshots.
It's that time of year
when we honour and remember the bravery, courage and sacrifice that our boys
(and girls) gave to defend the British people's right to determine their own
destiny, free from the rule of external ideological threats to our way of life,
and that we celebrate this coming Armistice day to remind us of the horrors of
WWI trench warfare and mechanized killing through tanks.
The carnage and bloodshed
of the Great War were perfectly choreographed to end at precisely 11:11 on the
11th day of the 11th month. This is a wink by the scriptwriters who celebrated
their victory by locking the Allies into the next world war, through the Treaty
of Versailles.
Act Two:
The second act can usually
be darkest and so after a phoney start, Allied forces (minus the Yanks) found
themselves staring into the abyss of defeat, with the Axis Powers surrounding
us at Dunkirk. A retreat was the only option. The show was nearly over, but the
super weirdo Adolf Hitler, sensing a premature ending, allowed us to slip
through his fingers and instructed his Panzer divisions to pause for
some German sausage and beer instead. Fortunately, Churchill and FDR had a
cunning plan. The people of the U.S. had no desire to get involved and so a New
Pearl Harbour was guaranteed to secure the consent of the Americans. Oh wait a
minute, a New Pearl Harbour was how the Neocons kicked off the 9/11 drama 57
years later. What I meant to say was the old Pearl Harbour happened as Japan
had no oil and just like Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Syria the best way to start
a war is to choke a country economically, then kick their ass, and when they
surrender, drop a nuke for a curtain call.
Act Three:
After the war, at our
world-famous Southampton University, Dr Anthony Sutton earned his D.Sc
(Doctorate of Science) in recognition of his research and a proven record of
internationally recognised scholarship. By 1957 he had been snapped up by The
Hoover Institution at Stanford University, a public policy think tank promoting
the principles of individual, economic, and political freedom.
With his planet-sized
brain, Tony (as he preferred to be called) devoured his way through many of the
nearly one million volumes and more than six thousand archival collections from
171 countries dedicated to documenting war, revolution, and peace in the
twentieth and twenty-first centuries.
Just one problem.
He found out through his
exhaustive research who those 11:11 jokers are *winky*, and he didn't think it
was funny. He discovered that the US was transferring its manufacturing technology to the
USSR at the height of the Cold War and that US Infantry, Cavalry and Marines
fighting the Viet Cong and dying in the tropical rice paddies of Vietnam, were
facing the same Ford trucks they knew inside out from back home.
The Hoover Institution
called a meeting and Tony's bosses said "now look Anthony, you've become
a naturalised American, you have a top job at one of the most prestigious think
tanks in the world and we need you to pull back on your research focus. Why
don't you head a new department, dedicated to anything you like but not
technology transfer to our enemies?
Maybe it's a Southampton
thing but he told them to go fuck themselves, and he set up shop on his own.
His later work is even more gobsmacking, but don't take my word for it. Make
your own mind up if you've got an attention span longer than a poppy pin.
His interviews are quicker
than reading his books. How can you "Never Forget" if you don't
remember in the first place?
I was shooting my mouth off earlier on Facebook-em-Danno, about John Bercow the corrupt former speaker of the house of commons.
If he was a Christian or a Muslim I would publish the BREXIT plotting that all sides of the most divisive issue to tear the British people apart should demand to know, but there are limits to free speech.
This doesn't mean, JB wasn't one of the most learned speakers in modern times. He knew his subject better than his adversaries and delivered it in that dazzling upper-class, Pompous-English cadence that wannabes like myself wouldn't mind being capable of, but I didn't attend a top school like Frith Manor in Woodside Park as John Simon Bercow did.
Now the thing about JB is that his BFF was Keith Vaz MP, so I searched my blog archives to see if I could illuminate the depths of whatever made both of these men completely untouchable by the most powerful levers of statecraft.
I nearly fainted for an encore.... many of the cast spontaneously broke into tears and the audience looked like they collectively stood up to applause, as the curtain was drawn, but as we can't see a thing with the spotlights turned on us, it's about the feelz not audiencide™ eye-contact in the business.
I was itching to find out how I had triggered things, so I hit on an idea, and for the first time ever, I searched the waybackmachine to see what the archives said, as top journos in the United States had confidently informed me that all claims of meddling could be settled in this manner.
Hah, the good old days eh.
Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end.
By "us", I mean my siblings. A younger brother Alexander, and my older sister Maria (Marie-Elaine).
I think they have both personalised their monikers now, so don't let me define how they like to be called.
We children ("us") were born before the internet, and as kids if you wish, were often bored at the available options on Sunday for example, but even the weekdays and evenings could be tedious from a child's perspective. Uneventful if housebound.
Sunday was largely commerce-free (shops including supermarkets were closed), which isn't the same as commercial-free.
The local TV station (Southern TV, TVS (subsequently Meridian) often broadcast perplexing Television content like Jack Hargreaves' Out of Town program about the countryside.
Internally, we knew it wasn't designed to be boring but it does take aging to appreciate how "slow", can be imbued with more value than fast.
Unexpectedly, a nine-year-old or even an eleven-year-old wouldn't ordinarily be interested in fly fishing, or agrarian seasonal activity.
It pleases me that I can revisit the "Out of Town" content on the internet, and reassess my somewhat immature, youthful reaction.
I'm still working on the 11:11, 555, 333, etc post.
Update: Barry at the Waterloo Arms tells me Jack was a complete wanker.
