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Leon - Wednesday 18 May, 2022

Leon Benjamin passed away this morning, after a viciously short illness.

Leon and I were connected for many years on our socials, and even when he wrote to me about my mother's terminal brain cancer; by the time it was all over for Mum, I'd completely forgotten about Leon and his messages of support. He persisted in getting to know me despite my confiscated influence on social media due to deplatforming. 

Those are always the best people. The one's who couldn't care less about your status.

I had the privilege of getting to know Leon when I moved back to the UK. He loved my writing and wanted to get me involved in work. We'd never met in real life, so after writing an Amazon proposal for him, he was excited about some of the ideas I put forward and he wanted to meet in real life to talk about working together.

I was broke so I needed support from DWP for train tickets (Hi guys, I know you read my blog) to travel to London, and they agreed and then reneged on their promises without telling me on the three occasions I was given different criteria, to prove our meeting was professional.

Documenting it here and for over two years on my journal has been recursive. Nobody in the civil service has ever had the time to read the full extent of what I've encountered, but an ombudsman, a lawyer or a jury are obliged to read the evidence in full and will surely understand that repetition of obstruction is by normal evidentiary standards proofs of conspiracy - a very serious accusation in the civil service. 

Senior colleagues gave assurances, so I agreed, to drop all complaints and moving forwards, if I'm treated without prejudice, that's the end of the matter. 

However if further obstruction returns, the onus is your side to explain random re-upload requests of the documentation I provided thrice,  to prove it was a business opportunity meeting Leon in February this year.

Three months after that meeting, and a nameless agent apropos of nothing, and demonstrably provable irrelevancy, reposts my original five files with no feedback? I didn't raise this matter with your superiors recently, because it's trivial compared to the provable obstruction. That doesn't mean it isn't documented.

Leon always talked about meeting, but he was a very busy guy so to secure the deal, I had to be a bit pushy with him. I finally got an appointment and while I was waiting at The Granary bar (St Pancras, my old stamping ground), he messaged his train was delayed and I flippantly replied 'that's OK, I'm drinking champagne on your tab 😎. '

When he arrived, He asked where's the champagne, and when I explained I was only joking, he said let's have some champagne and I ordered a bottle of Veuve Cliquot, which he only touched one glass of, as he was technically an abstainer.

It was a lovely afternoon (just a perfect day) and Leon was glowing with health, humour and vitality. When we departed, Leon was convinced he'd find another project to work on together as the proposal I'd written had fallen through due to standard corporate changes of strategic direction. All that documentation is on my UC journal and as mentioned, was for no reason re-uploaded a few days ago.

Leon and I were more than just similar. We both knew why we're here and the price we must pay. He was mixed international and we shared Maltese genetics. Most of our conversations were metaphysical so that's why we needed to meet face to face in order to cement any possibility of working together.

Leon knew I was unemployable as a targeted individual, but he didn't flinch at that, and I pray this sudden illness and even quicker demise is not connected to me (it wouldn't be the first time).

There are only a handful of people in the corporate world who can execute consultant project management at a C-Suite level and still inform everyone they know and care about, what is really going on, when the entire corporate-narrative-world is lying about vaccine efficacy/mortality/toxicity, masks and lockdowns.

Leon was man. A real one. 

He told me to my face he couldn't give a fuck about upsetting anyone in the world as the only people he cared for were his family.

You are not gone for me Leon. Your uniqueness left an indelible change on my heart, as it did with many who met you.

In these days it's almost impossible to be a great family man, a truther and high level corporate consultant.

You showed the world how to juggle all three masterfully.

Update: The funeral is on the fifth anniversary of my mother... i have no words

Roe vs Wade

The abortions-are-magnificent crowd (including The Lancet), demonstrating how captured the most prestigious (i.e. all) institutions are,  will ordinarily be unfamiliar that the story was fabricated with whopping lies.

Thing is though, I've noticed that they're also incapable of changing their minds which were formed (in the main) not by themselves independently. It's futile hoping for any sentiment of intention to think about things when presented with new information.

It occurred to me lately that this lockstep solidarity to political correctness must by reason be dogmatic. Where does that dogma come from? Who says what is correct? How is PC zealotry telegraphed to the avowedly 'politically correct' in these fast evolving times?

The answers are perhaps obvious though less obvious is that the stance of the antidote to PC is Political Incorrectness. Not Mao's Little Red Book or Das Kapital or Teen Vogue... incorrectness is what the individual decides must be a stand against the latest BS which is so offensive it manifests an unavoidable and visceral resistance to the go-along-to-get-along path of conformity and groupthink.

Abortion is a tragedy, but it's also food for a small controlling group.

Norma "Roe" McCorvey bitterly regretted how she had been manipulated, and spent the rest of her life advocating for birth over murder. I too regret, all these decades later, that the fait accompli I was presented with back in time, could have been averted if I'd been more mature and clear sighted.

It's too late.

Sausage

"They're not "sausages" they're sausage licenses. It's not a sausage, it's experimental sausage therapy. 

"Sausage" is at best completely pointless sausage isolation and at worst sausage incarceration.

Call things what they are, not by their euphemisms"

Does My Finger Look Big In This?

Janet Beat - Pioneering Knob Twiddler

BBC Radio 3 is smashing it out of the park at the moment. They've opened up a lot more to music experimentation and not only is it the good stuff but their presenters are so articulate and able to pronounce difficult international names with an ease and fluency I've not heard elsewhere. That's attention to detail. 5pm onwards if you're in need of the kind of music that washes off the 2022 pressure building up dangerously around us as a global medical biometric security complex. More on that later when I post about my recent stay in Southampton General Hospital.

I was listening a couple of nights ago, and the presenter announced that I'd been listening to Janet Beat, one of the early electronic music pioneers. Huh, I thought. I know most of the pioneering names but not this one.

Turns out as the top comment below the video {Eliane Radrigue} on Youtube says:

Interesting to notice how a lot (if not most?) of the pioneers of ambient and electronic music from the 60s across to the early 80s were women..Eliane Radrigue, Laurie Spiegel, Pauline Oliveros, Daphne Oram, Delia Derbyshire, Charlotte Bebe Barron etc...

Well I certainly didn't know that before so there's plenty of rich searches to explore her female contemporaries. It's also worth noting that one of the earliest synthesiser pioneers Wendy formerly Walter Carlos was also an early pioneer of sexual characteristics reassignment surgery.

Craig David & MNEK - Who You Are

I haven't paid much attention to Craig David till recently. He's a Southampton Lad so I do get to hear him on voicefm.co.uk where local talent obviously gets a bit more airplay and that's how I found out this wonderful song was his using Google Assistant to identify the track.

Not only is it a blinder, but it handles homosexuality or gender dysphoria with the kind of restraint that is classy, not obnoxiously shoved down our throats.

Craig comes across to me as a nice guy and when I think about the excessive hammering he got via Bo Selecta it felt overdone and agenda-driven to me. I wonder if he upset someone powerful? That's the usual media agenda when they slag someone off day in and day out like Jeremy Corbyn and Donald Trump.

Craigs voice in this track is as close to angelic I can think of. What a talent.

Not so sure about that MBE though. I'd rather have leprosy than an award of Empire and Royalty.

Another few years or even months and everyone will know.

Impending Food Shortages

As a former marketing and advertising kind of guy, I take a close interest in retail layouts, products and promotions.

My first question during the lockdown was how Poundland remained open as it must have been the biggest revenue boon ever for them, making money while other retailers were closed for the scamdemic.

For the open minded the documentation was published before the plandemic. Event 201 is just one search term  along with patents and orders for COVID supplies made long before the phenomenon itself. People who are invested in the mainstream media deception appear psychologically incapable of researching the abundant material available. I feel disappointed when given fake news but I'm never triggered.

However, I can trigger the fuck out of any Vaxxed/Save Ukraine womble. 

Don't believe me? Send me a message and I'll arrange the zoom so we can see who is unstable.

I've repeatedly referred to the revelation of the method on this blog. The controlling pseudo elites must show the flock what they're going to do in order to have their free will to then be subjugated or just plain murdered as the Midazolam and Morphine crowd discovered when Granny was taken-out under the auspices of healthcare.

I know a multimillionaire who went to hospital for insomnia and was knocked out, intubated and for months begged for help knowing he was being killed and then when they didn't die (physically a very strong man), he was shipped to the loved-up ward and the good cop, bad cop psychology worked a treat. He delivered them flowers afterwards, that's how powerful trauma based mind control is. Remember trauma based mind control? I've over ten years writing on the subject on this blog.

But back to Poundland. They dismantled their floor plan and where products were packed to the rafters, they've widened the aisles and have halved their inventory at least. The halving is because they can't get the products from China but also there's that deliberate commercial shipping backlog which is just as synthetic as the fires at foodplants.

If you think this is a batshit conspiracy theory, then stand by your principals and don't panic shop. They took the piss with the toilet rolls a couple of years ago but this next stage is for keeps. [We both know the normies will panic shop when the inevitable panic-chapter kicks in again].

All of the above is a pretext for a hybrid depopulation plan coupled with biometric tracking of those left behind to serve the cattle owning class. The trick is to do it slow enough so the herd don't stampede.

It's so obvious.

Update:  The arson continues.

Ishtar