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There are many topics we could mull over about Boris Johnson, but a few visuals above is an easier display of the complexity I picked up on.

I don't trust any politician, I don't subscribe to any political ideology (I have my own), but Boris is the only politician to (inadvertently or otherwise) demonstrate to the whole world the scamdemic. Everyone knows it's BS, even the booster vaccinated.

I was also struck by how selfless his resignation speech was. I'm used to crocodile tears and Sturm und Drang.

I'm not looking forward to who replaces him, but naturally it's likely, a WEF 'young' leader like Penny Mordaunt or Rishi Sunak.

Good luck Boris, and thanks for the Trudeau thing.

The Madness of King George - 1995

The most recognisable landmark in Southampton is a grade 1 listed building called the Bargate. It's part of the Norman walls in the centre of the town, intersecting the middle of the high street. The walls themselves are considered top three in the country. 

Above Bar is Upper High Street and Below Bar is Lower High street, with the Bargate itself acting as a divider for the two. Below Bar heads down to Southampton Water and Above Bar heads roughly northwards to London via the Avenue.

Nestled in the Southside of the Bargate is a curious statue of George III in Roman Emperor regalia, donated by the Marquis of Landsdowne. It's so odd to see a king who went mad, dressed like Caesar. It turns out the Marquis was quite a colourful character but the motivation for the design is still a mystery so I watched the 1995 movie about King George III.

It's worth pointing out to the 'I fucking love my country' crowd (what a brain dead and banal thing to declare), that the House of Hannover/Georgian Dynasty were as German as it gets, but by the time the Royal family are changing their name to Windsor, most English are so out of their depth on basic history that it's sensible to leave them rambling about a ball sport to outline their grasp of events including WWI, WWII and the EEC.

All it takes to fool the average Englishman on history is to rebrand the problem and they'll be on their knees licking the Royal shoe and turning a blind eye to their child raping mates like Lord Mountbatten of Romsey who introduced Sir James Savile to the Royals, or Archbishop Peter Ball and Jeffrey Epstein.

George III comes across as probably one of the finest kings I've dived into historically. Naturally, he's a typical royal and also tainted with losing the American colonies, but other than that he seems to have been a servant of the people, and aware enough to know his son, the Prince Regent wasn't up to the job. A bit like Queenie, soon-to-die, if she isn't on ice already, and Prince Charles who has global ambitions for his next promotion.

George III goes a bit mad and the best royal physicians are reluctant to inspect his stools and urine, even though they were the best indicators of the day. Fortunately for George a new physician is introduced and the tough-love method of care has quite an effect on the King who makes a recovery, thus preventing his obese and gluttonous son from grabbing the throne.

There's a lot to recommend in this film, but the high point for me are the costumes which are among the most varied and finest I've seen.

Vikings - A Very Short Introduction

One of the required reading for Yale's - The Early Middle Ages is the above book, but the only reason I read it is because it's the only one our central library had.

Ordinarily I'm not particularly fascinated by the Vikings, although I did some hard labour work once, with a legendary friend who urged me on by declaring that 'we're Vikings and we never quit', which always made me smile and power up for another exhausting climb up stairs with heavy furniture.

I was curious about the Vikings presence in North America and it is covered modestly at the end of this book, but what was really conveyed to me was how nebulous the notion of a fixed tribe really is when it comes to history.

It's a little bit like nobody called the industrial revolution that name till many decades later. Even the simplest of understandings gain complexity and unexpected textures as we begin to delve into them.

There's a great quote about the definition of culture in this book, though I won't repeat it as it's a gem that might be useful in the future. I was pleased to find out more about Harald Bluetooth (possibly the flakiest technology in the universe), but these colourful Viking characters convey some of the wider tribes' characteristics, although I hasten to add that they're not strictly speaking a tribe, as is amply laid out in the book.

Charlemagne: Emperor of the Western World

Now that Southampton Library is open again, I ducked in a month or so ago, and picked up the first biography that took my fancy.

I've been into Charlemagne since I did Open Yale's Professor Freedman lectures on The Early Medieval Ages 284-1000. I first connected with the subject while visiting Aachen with my alleged girlfriend at the time and like everything to do with history before my 30s, I didn't know shit from shinola, so it's impossible to inhale the subject properly.

One of my greatest regrets is having a maisonette flat just off Bloomsbury Square, on 12 Doughty Street and visiting the British Museum around twenty one years of age. 

It was too overwhelming. 

I knew it was awesome but nobody had mentioned the Sumerians or the Assyrians at school and so connecting the dots, or even knowing that John Dee's obsidian scrying stone is housed there was way out of my depth even though I read compulsively in those pre internet days, it's just I didn't do much history. 

More literature now I come to think of it.

The author of Charlemagne, Russell Chamberlin is self taught, but it was a real slog working through this book as Charlemagne's ancestors and progeny have similar names such as Charles, Karl, Pepin and so forth, which means as the author uses all these names interchangeably with the protagonist it's confusing which is a shame as it's a great work and once I'd picked up cruise speed, I creamed through it.

The image on the cover has me annoyed as I should have made a note of the source for it, but I've returned the book, and all my reverse image searches have failed, so all I can add is that it's the weirdest image of the Emperor of Europe and thus suggests it might be more accurate than the traditional paintings which are much more flattering.

There's a big question mark floating over Charlemagne, he's a Frank, yet of the Merovingians which stems back to the holy land and he's about 6'3" maybe more, yet it's quite possible his dad Pepin the Short was a titchy fella so we might be onto some weird bloodline slash nephilim insert or cutout? It's just a theory but the number of historic leaders who were giants for their time (King Cnut of Southampton holding back the seas fame for example) and even now, is suspicious and yet the reverse height profile is more typical as we approach more modern times (Napoleon, Hitler etc).

One last comment is the author's slavish devotion to the EU project not knowing yet swooning over Couldenhove Kalergi who is going to get a jolly good intellectual hiding from me on my next post about the incredible cultural diversity in Southampton, which is my second reason to be cheerful about living in this great city.

Mythos - By Stephen Fry

A couple of years ago, I was working in a complex care home with people who have tricky mental health issues. We had all sorts there, a murderer, bipolar folks, borderline personality disorder, schizophrenics... you get the picture.

It wasn't for me though. I found the work rewarding, but I couldn't switch off after working hours, and I definitely suffered with transference.

In the end I was taken ill with that whole Brachial Neuritus thing which left me with half a paralysed hand after six weeks, but before I quit, one of my colleagues bought me Stephen Fry's Heroes book about Greek Mythology. I was really chuffed with it, but because it was the second book after Mythos, I thought it best to read part one first. I'm OCD on things like that.

Southampton Central library only had Mythos as an audio book, and it's taken me six months to listen to it properly, but what an experience. It's up there with Professor Freedman's Early middle ages lectures at Yale for opening up quite a complex subject that had previously always baffled me.

The thing with Greek mythology that had stymied my wish to understand the subject, is that it's all about the hierarchy of the Gods, or rather the Titans, The Gods, The Olympians and so forth, much like John Dee's empire of Angels.

Once the structure is in place, then another world opens up which is so bizarre that I'll leave it to you to find out how weird it is, but let's just say that internecine isn't too incestuous a word, but if anybody came up with these 'stories' in modern times, there would probably be some readers asking if a shrink might be in order.

It's that effing weird.

Oddly enough, I was once snared by some USA dude from what I assume to be an alphabet agency, who wanted to check me out and let me stew in the process for way longer than necessary.

However after he'd done his thing he told me that everything I needed to know was embedded in the mythology of the Greek gods, and here I am ten years or so later and realising he wasn't bluffing.

Guardians of the World: The Shining Ones - The Royal Priesthood

I know my limitations.

I might not be able to remember a few hundred wikipedia articles, but I know a man who can talk about the Shining Ones

Such blasphemous impertinence at the beginning of a blog post. I must press on.

Matthew and I knew each other at Richard Taunton college. 

As did the late Oliver Horton who passed not so long ago. 

Rest in peace Ollie

After college, when we returned back to Southampton coupled with the blazing asian years, Matthew could speak fluent Bahasa and my Thai was quite tasty. The adventure continued...

Anyway, as chance would have it, we (once again), both returned to our home town (polis) of Southampton, in 2017 and I learned that Matt, had moved on from the Rosicrucians focus, to an extraordinarily captive mind of bloodline history. Maybe one of the top 20 in his field?

I've never met anyone who has read so much on hard to disprove texts.

Though we both understand veracity claims. 

We're not that thick.

It took me years to prove that Mat wasn't bluffing. He'd read enough, and more importantly, repeated in front of me so many times, word-for-word. 

Thus proving the narrative is BS, and Matt was de facto in the right.

It is for this reason, I can bombard him with questions about the sons of Cain (Isaac prayed for her and she conceived. Rebekah gave birth to twin boys, Esau and Jacob. Isaac was 60 years old when his two sons were born. Isaac favoured Esau, and Rebekah favored Jacob. the Shemsu Hore)

After what I claim are years of studentship, requiring listening more than talking, I'm familiar enough with Matthew's work to know it isn't fabricated.

I urge you to invest an hour or so in the material posted above.

It's a presentation that has something to piss off everyone he claims.

Blessings

Manly P. Hall - The Secret Destiny of America & America's Assignment With Destiny

I've always struggled with Manly P. Hall's work in the past. Maybe it's because he's a 33 degree mason or the audio presentations of him on Youtube, which are Quite formal lectures and delivered in Quite a terse manner.

On this occasion though my esoteric and historical knowledge was sufficient to open up this book and turn pages that bloomed. The first hurdle I overcame was it finally sunk in that the Masonic influence of the founding fathers was from a time when senior masons were related to the mystery schools, or the holders of knowledge for a future time. 

These days senior Masons are usually cops or judges giving light sentences to Rotherham and Telford grooming rape-gangs, thereby demonstrating that their infiltration by the Illuminati, as warned by George Washington to William Russell really is complete.

Lop

Anyone with any familiarity of my big gob will know that I've been one of the loudest critics of the Pentagon, and US empire over the last couple of decades. It's so easy to see what the objectives are, and how easily the sheep are herded into pens of bleating unison, where Middle Eastern politics and conflict is portrayed as super complex when the reality is it's super simple and having a backbone is the key problem.

Nevertheless, even in my loudest social media days, I always knew that if America fails, we will all fall, and this book is pretty much about that destiny.

Years ago, I naively ripped former Defence Intelligence Director General Flynn apart in an interview with Mehdi Hasan. In recent years I've been aware of his belief in American Exceptionalism. Well I know I got that wrong, and updated my words on the subject, but Flynn, Trump, Q et al are (imo) right.

The exceptionalism is that without the success of the American project, the world will fall to one or two power-axis players that have a longer history of subjugating their own people, so why would that change if they became the preeminent power?

China for example has a weekly holocaust going on in Xinjiang against the Uighur. The wives are raped in jails, injected with mind bending chemicals and subjected to any number of humiliations and torture, for being Muslims instead of obedient Han Chinese. We don't know so much about this genocide, because Zionist Jews dominate Hollywood, and the news landscape.

There is only one eternal victim in that stale and obnoxious narrative.

America is in a perilous state at the moment. The Democratic party have stolen the election from Trump, and everyone knows it. The only one with any ideas was packing out stadium after stadium after stadium on a daily basis (sometimes as much as five Stadia a day) and his opponent could barely rustle up 50 people at a rally. The fake president is now doing presentations from his home in Delaware with Green Screens implying he's in the Whitehouse. 

There's so much fucked up noise in the background, I can't be energised to list all the warning signals but you might want to ask why Biden hasn't flown on Airforce One yet.

I'm not close enough to have a insight on what is really going on, but by going back to the old books such as The Secret Destiny of America, and armed with the knowledge that Q shared with us, I'm confident we're in for a tumultuous time that will end in vindication.

That's not a popular view in mainstream media circles but scratch at the surface and there are people much closer to the real story who believe as I do.

Waterloo - 1970

It's another demonstration of airbrushed-history that most UK people have no idea that Napoleon fought and lost against the British, Prussians, Austrians and Russians simultaneously at Waterloo.

It's a bit like most British mistakenly believe that Churchill was the principle reason for victory against the Germans, and have no idea that the Soviets lost over a hundred times more troops getting to Berlin than the quarter of a million we lost unnecessarily due to an ethnic supremacy group (in Czechoslovakia) who were picking up Winston's bills.

Waterloo couldn't be made today, because we're so wealthy that employing so many film extras can't be done. Imagine the task of just feeding 16,000 extras, doing the make-up, costumes, horses, film crews and then shooting and watching dailies and reshoots .... impressive.

Although produced by Dino De Laurentiis, it took Soviet money to make Waterloo a reality and thus was appropriately directed by Sergei Bondarchuk assisted by Orson Welles, who plays a bloody marvellous and morbidly obese Louis XVIII.

The costumes are exceptional in this film, and it's worth watching just for that, the sets, and mind-boggling logistics commanded by a brilliant Rod Steiger as Napoleon, unlike Wellington playing Christopher Plummer (sic), as let's face it they're both interchangeable.

The scene that caught my eye was the Duchess of Richmond's Ball in Brussels, but mainly because I'm uncomfortable with battle scenes of horses falling at galloping speed to cannon and artillery fire.

Wellington and Napoleon were both born in the same year, had nepotistical promotions via their brothers, keenly read the works of Caesar and chose Hannibal as their favourite hero. They also shared two mistresses (at different times you understand) and even ate food prepared from the same personal chef.

If you're like me that's always a wink to synthetic history but there's no need to go there if you're unfamiliar with the subject.

You're Very Statuesque Charles

When I worked for my first below-the-line advertising agency called CounterAttack on The Albert Embankment, I lived in Shepherds Bush with a bunch of housemates, including a married couple, a young homesexual, a budding entrepreneur, and a Kiwi before the Spanish cousin turned up. 

It was pretty normal stuff.

We were all what might be described in those days as young urban professionals, though my housemates had all attended better schools, and spoke better than I.

They were never condescending in my memory.

I think I had my first dinner party there, and a brother(in law?) of the married couple remarked as I stood up from the dinner party table. 

'You seem very statuesque Charles', or words to that effect.

I'd never heard the word Statuesque used before, but I could kind of figure-it-out, and so the memory of the word has always been imprinted on my mind.

If I was to stick to the subject of Statues in Southampton, there are only three I'm well researched on. 

One is Palmerston, who is a big effing deal in the follies of England. 

The other is Sir Isaac Watts, and the last I wont mention.

Sir Isaac wrote hymns, in a time when hymn writing and singing was very popular. 

What's this bro's statue, doing in my home town, I asked myself?

Isaac Watts (17 July 1674 – 25 November 1748) was an English Christian minister (Congregational), hymn writer, theologian, and logician. He was a prolific and popular hymn writer and is credited with some 750 hymns. He is recognized as the "Godfather of English Hymnody"; many of his hymns remain in use today and have been translated into numerous languages.

I read up on Isaac and his Southampton connection, but what really intrigued me was his contribution to William Blake's work, and thus Jim Morrison.

A couple of years ago, when I was researching Southampton statues, I formulated an hypothesis(sic). 

I determined that either we left nothing or kept everything, with respect to Statues.

Back in those heady days of 2018 or maybe 17, I thought let's keep them all. Even the genocider and well expensed.... Winnie sodomized cadets at Sandhurst, Churchill.

I've changed my mind.

Tear them all down. 

They are an obscenity to the study of history.

... wait, they are an obscenity to historians too.

A Man For All Seasons - 1966

Four and a half years ago I asked my Facebook connections for their best non Hollywood, film suggestions. One excellent proposal from Juanita Ann Richards, who has since deactivated her account is the above film.

It's an Henry VIII/Thomas Cromwell/Thomas More historical play that did well in the theatre till it was made for the cinema. Even then it went on to win a substantial amount of Oscars, but what captured my imagination was the Kubrick-esque baroque lighting (not Baroque lights) in the opening scenes which really are extra special.

As an historical piece, A man for all seasons, is an excellent education of the impending English reformation (and counter reformation after that).

How The West Was Won - 1962

It's been quite a while since my last movie review in July 2019, but after an illicit walk in the New Forest yesterday, we settled down to 'one of the best Westerns ever made'. It's a star studded cast including Henry Ford, Henry Hathaway, James Stewart, John Wayne, Gregory Peck, George Peppard, Debbie Reynolds, Caroline Jones. Both women particularly fine examples of great looking actresses.

The musical score won an Oscar and demonstrates why a cracking score can uplift a great movie to another level.

"How the West Was Won", was one of the last movies shot in 3-camera Cinerama and is a screen ratio I enjoyed although we watched it in 16:9 ratio as we needed a bigger screen for older eyes to enjoy the detail and in a cinema it's designed for a curved screen, that projects sensational picture quality.

There are some scenes that are almost inexplicable in terms of special effects. I'm familiar with front and back screen projection techniques. The bison stampede is like nothing I've ever experienced on the big screen without CGI and lastly the train wreck scene uses back screen projection to a degree I don't think has ever been matched.

The principal nature of the plot is about the kind of doughty spirit that went westward finally settling in some of the most amazing scenery in the United States after many travails and tribulations. One family in the narrative is more city dwelling and the other has a more rural mindset. It's clear the genes of both these groups is evident in today's USA genome pool.

I never used to but since Q, I've believed in American exceptionalism for reasons that are relevant to this post but outlined elsewhere.

The Decline of Architecture - Amnesia of the Human Species?

An interesting subject. 

If it's any good the information will be censored.

Updates, all images and video, censored. (January 2022).

Jack Hargreaves & Southern Television

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.

My Blog Statistics Go Bananas For A Few Days

Punk Planning used to receive about 40,000 hits a month before Google's search engine buried any researchers and writers sharing information the corporate (Fake News) media are unable to. 

I've continued updating Punk Planning, as I still get mentions and links on other larger (alternative media) sites, and I'm happy with a few thousand hits each month from people who do deep dives on search engines.

For some reason it recently picked up massively again for about five days before returning to normal. I've no idea why, but I thought it might be worth a post and tagging in statistics, as I've been booted off Facebook for publishing the Israeli artist Natalie Cohen Vaxberg's art.

It's interesting isn't it?

Every Western icon from Shakespeare to Mermaids can (quite rightly) be portrayed by any other culture/skin-colour than Caucasian, but when it comes to Israeli or Jewish icons, they are sacrosanct. 

It's almost as if hatred of white people is an issue for some very powerful people.

This is probably a good place to publish the information that portions of The Diary of Anne Frank were altered or added to, with a ballpoint pen after 1951, casting doubt over the authenticity of the entire work. 

Mass produced ballpoint pens were invented after the alleged Holocaust.

History is written by the victors, and as much of my research documents, the allies did not win WWII. 

We were the patsies. The useful idiots.

Update: I think something is teasing me. 

Update: Google Analytics says I'm talking out of my arse.