The White Album

Here's one I wrote earlier while running around Chennai, New Delhi and Mumbai last year during the World Cup. It's about football and yet it has nothing to do with football. I originally wanted to leave it as a post hoping to win the world record for a comment. But it will do just fine for the first post on Punk Planning, as it has nothing to do with planning, and yet that's all it's about.

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England’s strongest side since 1966 they said. The newspapers did, mates who actually watch football and know a thing or two constantly reminded me in the run up to the tournament. It was all over the interweb, the TV pundits sang victory in unison, and even the Go-Go dancers at Long Gun on Soi Cowboy knew that England had a chance of raising the cup and for a fleeting second, wink at the world and say, ‘see, told you we’re the best’.

Well anyway, we’ve still got our sense of humour. I mean its official, now that we lost on penalties again. We can just come out of the closet and say it with pride. So here goes: “We haven’t come close to raising the world cup for 40 years have we?” But anyway, it doesn’t matter because we’ve got the most expensive players in the world, easily the most loved teams on the planet and Becks is soooo good looking.

Once every four years whether I like it or not, I take football quite seriously. The world cup neatly synchs with me on this one, and I really love the opportunity to call up my mates, who think I’m a bit gay anyway, and say ‘did you watch the footy last night?’ I really enjoy the banter but now it’ll probably be 2010 before you catch me being a real lad again. I’ll be over 40 too.

Anyway it’s a real opportunity to bond because most of the time I’m either waffling on about geo-politics or psycho-babble nonsense such as how football enables lots of men to get together and talk to each other with passion, without anyone getting suspicious or a bit nervous as to intent. Apparently we used to get well revved up on politics and religion in the olden days, but just you try getting a conversation going about those things and people will think you’re plain weird. Honest they really do.

Where was I? Oh yes; our strongest team since LBJ arranged for Kennedy to be shot in Texas. Well I kept quiet in the build up to the tournament about England’s form, because I hadn’t watched a game for four years and frankly, for just a little while, after that first goal in the first seconds, of our first match of the world cup, by David Beckham (he’s so handsome) I thought we might be up for it. The goal was awesome and felt a bit like an early omen, a taste of things to come. Maybe we had what it takes to go all the way. This could be our time, and even if football wasn’t coming home, at least the cup was and that’s what counts.

I wasn’t impressed though when I watched the strongest side since the Second World War struggle to convincingly demolish a team that allegedly are a dab hand at playing the pan pipes when chilling out after a hot and sweaty game of footy in Ecuador (is that near the equator? Nobody seemed quite sure). I said it then and it didn’t go down well in the semi-quasi hostess bar we piled into to watch the match but my early observation was, I thought the England team looked a bit crap!

Anyway, give ‘em a chance I thought. Let the team coalesce naturally instead of the forced structuring of the national squad mash-up. And anyway Grubby’s new Elvis quiff-with-highlights was looking good, Ads was yelling at Sven on the telly we crowded around, for doing the wrong four-four-whatever formation while Rez lapped up having a really good reason to sink a few cleansing ales because he’s usually a Starbucks kind of guy. Oh, and I almost red-carded myself for losing it with Saggy who snagged my seat at half time unaware we’d tipped up two hours early to get the good ones. Cheeky Indians.

Which reminds me! I started to think about this piece in the Austin Healy style taxi I’d jumped into this morning from one of those painfully hip hotels on the way to Delhi airport where I was going to catch a sexy air India flight to Bombay or Mumbai as it’s officially known. The hotel was one of those Soviet architectural affairs that the Indians had a major fling with a few decades ago. Actually I loved the interior; all Indian baubles and modernist design but way overstaffed by folks in faux Issey Miyake uniforms and way under serviced in a how-long-does-it-take-to-get-the-attention-of 8 employees standing around doing nothing. But that’s got nothing to do with footy, and yet everything, when I get onto it, which is why I’m writing this.

It’s the evening and I’d better crack on or I’ll never get round to the point, but as I was writing this by pen on the plane, I felt embarrassed by my handwriting, as it is so awful these days because I rarely write. It feels all disjointed and clumsy and takes loads of effort. I predict that handwriting will go out of fashion one day. Voice to text seems the obvious way and I feel kind of sentimental for those who have really beautiful handwriting and write charming notes on lovingly selected stationary, but I bet no one is going to miss my awful handwriting. Particularly me while I’m trying to type them up.

Where was I? Ah yes the most formidable England squad since Neil Armstrong landed on the moon, partition of India and Pakistan and The Coronation. Enough of that, our first match was just awful, a real turkey of a game but the second was sheer torture because practically none of the questionable gang of assembled chums could say absolutely certainly where Costa Rica was. I’d had a few tasty Chang beers but that was no excuse for not really knowing so I was plumping for The Americas somewhere between Nicaragua and Puerto Rico. I had to play it cagey because planners have a rep to keep up and I thought it was a better pick than the Africa option that was being floated at one point. It’s tricky when taking into account skin colour, the slave trade and surely the best thing about globalisation; all sorts of ethnic groups, in the England squad. Not many Indians but more on that later.

Well, looking at our football group, I had to say that England were well-lucky. We were by far the easiest group to be in, apart from the game with Sweden that was lined up. I was semi relaxed about that one as Sven Goran Eriksson is our manager and as luck would have it (or design) we drew that match and nobody's feelings got hurt. That plus Erik didn’t take his work home or vice versa.

Anyway, after that dismal first match, I’d become a really good football pundit with loads of experience. I started to defend Peter Crouch. From what I had seen he worked harder, covered the whole pitch, was good in a tight corner, created opportunities and put the other lot on the back foot most of the time. Just because he looks a bit spastic doesn’t mean he isn’t a great football player. The boys as I’d started calling them since the start of Germany 2006 completely ignored me and kept going on about some robot dance that all real fans knew about. All I could think was we used to do that that dance when Kraftwerk unleashed Das Model on the world, and that was a very long time after The Beatles and the Swinging Sixties or say 1966.

Incidentally I once worked in 1995 as a kitchen helper at a very expensive Hollywood restaurant on Melrose with a bunch of illegal alien Mexicans who spoke no English except for two words when they found out that I was; “The Beatles" and "Hooligans”. Amazingly hard workers, they earned less dollars than me because I was a white boy, even though I’d never had any more experience than peeling onions at a Pizza Hut in Sutton in the very late 80’s and landed the job for preparing the Hollywood Bowl take-away set-dinners at 80 Bucks a pop. I learned as much Mexican as I could to show them they could pick up English too if they tried, but these days I only remember them saying ‘Mucho trabajo poco de nero’ which means lots of work and little money or something close.

To keep on top of things, all top chefs in Hollywood speak fluent Mexican if they want to run a tight ship. Which reminds me, weren’t Mexico looking a bit dangerous at one point in the World Cup? Anyway, back to England. “The finest side to be fielded since Sexy Sadie (what have you done?), made a fool of everyone on the White Album. That was a long time before robot dancing for the record.

So it’s not really a nice thing to say, and even though Beckham is really dishy and I don’t want to hurt his feelings, I thought England were really shit in the second game where the average monthly wage of our opponents was I think about 150 Bucks. This was the price of a couple of Hollywood takeaway lunch sets in the mid 90’s when I was doing my degree. Well maybe everyone has forgotten but Sven was definitely losing the plot, pulling at his hair from the sidelines, frantic even, and then the first sign of how England moves in mysterious ways kind of came to me.

Wayne, who loads of people say is the best player for England since George Best, was taken off the substitute bench in a sure sign of desperation, because he had a broken meta thingy, that had now suddenly miraculously healed! He came on after a few minutes of prowling on the sidelines and looking quite menacing. All of a sudden a few minutes into his game, Crouchy headed an awkward number in and even though it wasn’t a classically beautiful goal, I’m sure every English fan around the world collectively kissed him for putting us out of the misery of being pinned down to a draw in the second half, by a poor country with a population of possibly 83 people.

Quickly after this goal, I picked up the name Gerrard, who had suddenly poked a stunner in the back of the net from what looked like not to far away from the half way line. Apparently they all do these types of goals, week in and week out in the league but to me it looked like every reason to love the world cup every four years. A night or so later I was thinking about this in bed and reflecting much more than I ever usually do or even ever did about football and England in 1966, about things that we’re good at, stuff we’re not good at and about Wayne. The really nice Asian chap on BBC World News who was World Cup fever mad, and was my most trusted and convincing media pundit said something about Wayne showing all the early signs of a "legend". It was a probably said in a moment of rational(sic) exuberance but as my most trusted footy expert I had to square the circle, and figure out what he meant.

Incidentally this flight has been circling Mumbai airport for ages now and the pilot who definitely sounded like he was having a pulmonary over the PA said the weather had been too dangerous to land earlier. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard that, and we’re three hours late on a two hour delayed flight so I took a look out the window as we descended, which is usually worth doing in any new destination, and something equally terrifying caught my eye. I’ve seen the most hardcore slums, but as we dropped into the view of Bombay, something out of the Silmarillion emerged in my line of sight. Really scary and growing like black fractal trippy growths on hill after hill, and even poking out in ways that huts can only do after years and years of organic but filthy accumulation and temporary fixes of wood, metal and plastic, there’s not much concrete in real slums funny enough. Anyway, really black, really scary they were; easily beating Ethiopia’s and Burma’s worst housing. I have to get out there some day. I need to take a closer look. Yes, really scary; I quite like it when something feels so new it’s frightening. It’s like a legal high I guess.

Sorry, I’m really off on one, so back on topic. To me, Wayne, our best striker since the transistor was invented, hardly touched the ball when he came on, and when he did, it wasn’t that special. Okay so at least two players were closely marking him at any one point, but didn’t Maradona always do his stuff at least once a game? Then it occurred to me (because after all, it’s all about me) that both those goals in the second match happened when Rooney came on. Rooney the fans chanted, Sven sent Rooney on, not Wayne, and it was Rooney that the England squad got all psyched up about. Enough to score two goals within minutes, of what had up until then been an awful match with a country we couldn’t pinpoint on a map. Then a possible solution came up. Maybe a football legend was just as much about psychology as reality. At this point Costa Rica faltered and yet it was only later that it felt like Wayne was on the pitch and not Rooney. I hatched a theory that even if Rooney was not that good, or Wayne was much better than average; as long as we poked goals into the back of the net who cares if it was Wayne Rooney or not? Maybe England is more inspiration than perspiration. I mean apart from the industrial revolution and that whole feudal society gig. But we didn’t play great international football back then either. Even that notable game between the trenches in the First World War seems more poetic than tragic penalty shoot outs.

But what’s most important is that while I watched us lose in that funky Delhi Hotel, the thing I was most struck by were the Indians wildly cheering on Portugal with a vengeance. Never mind that the railways or say the civil service are two decent legacies that the awful empire slinked away from. It was England that was up for a bashing that night and I don’t know why but I feel it’s related to our multi-culti football team that has never had any Indians, ever! But one thing I know about Indians. They sure do kick English ass on the cricket pitch.

Have you read my 11:11 11/11 post?

The Weinstein Effect - Burn Hollywood Burn

The Harvey Weinstein effect has had a surprisingly candid impact on media voices including the Jewish Tablet Magazine and mainstream comedians like Jimmy Dore. 

I think there comes a time when names like Woody Allen, David Copperfield, Roman Polanski, Harvey Weinstein, James Toback, Steven Seagal, Bryan Singer, Louis CK, David Blaine, Leon Wieseltier, Charlie Sheen, Jann Wenner, Jeremy Piven, Brett Rattner, Dustin Hoffman, Matt Lauer, James Levine, Aaron Bonderoff, Howard Rubin, Joel Kramer, Eric Schneiderman, Les Moonves, Ryan Adams and Mark Halperin, to name just a few, point towards the toxic distortion in Hollywood and the media by a group ostensibly claiming eternal victimhood, despite being over represented in a world that pushes ethnic diversity everywhere but Israel.

I'm not saying this is a problem exclusive to this group. 

I'm saying for 0.26% of the global population and 2% of the US population it's an alarm bell for what power does to people and the Weinstein effect is a long overdue correction.

Do You Play Ball?

I've listened to this interview before but fell asleep listening to it earlier and awoke around the time when Jordan retells a Hollywood party story when he happened to sit down and eat with George Lucas and Stephen Spielberg. They were both very courteous to him and asked for his name and it turned out that Lucas's wife had read Jordan's book and made him read it so he knew of him. There's an interesting description of both senior Hollywood men nodding their heads and occasionally pointing out politely that they were very familiar with many of the arcane matters of astro-theology that Jordan shares. I find that fascinating as I've only ever come to realise most of this by listening to many hours of expert talks but clearly, on top of being widely read and well informed guys, Lucas and Spielberg are tapped into the occultism matters that they invariably revisit in all of their movies.

But the reason for the post title is that I share with Jordan Maxwell a contempt for sports fanatics. I understand that sport is engaging, indeed my very first blog post is about the world cup but it's interesting to me that Jordan shares my perspective that sport is the bread and circuses of mass distraction from the very real matters of who we are as a species. Go out and play ball our parents would urge when they wished to talk about matters unsuitable for children's ears. It's my belief that anyone with the time to have an intimacy with sporting data and sports celebrities lives and be unaware of the maritime laws that require humans to be classed as male and female instead of masculine or feminine are missing an important point by design. Make of that what you will but the answer is in this fascinating interview.

Holocaust Huffing Hollywood

Michael Hoffman is a superb intellect and academic. He doesn't suffer fools gladly. 

I know because he chastised me abruptly from time to time if I got something wrong on Twitter for questioning the Hollywood version of events.

The Historian David Irving was one of the most respected in his field once. His books sold internationally. Christopher Hitchen's applauded them and Irving's early investment in working in the steel factories of Germany, after the war, where he learned to speak German, paid off as he could interview living witnesses such as Hitler's last secretary and read the original archives, unlike the well paid Historians of today who peddle the fictitious inflation of 6M and the obscene lies about gas chambers.

A movie to smear David Irving's name is out. It will be quoted by those who lack the backbone to investigate the subject themselves.

American Beauty - 1999 (Celebrity Rose Petals)

Recently a bunch of celebrity Hollywood pedovores have been publishing references to flowers, petals and in Madonna's case actually mimicking the famous bath scene in American Beauty.

I thought this would be a good time to review the movie, given that I haven't seen it since 1999ish. Like many movies, it hasn't weathered the test of time vis a vis the excitement when it was released. Hollywood has been totally sexualised and in some respects this film is quite tame compared to recent productions.  At first there were lot's of conspiracy theories that the petals represent adrenochrome or sexualised youth if you wish.

Let's look at the slebs' social media posts.

I guess it's a fairly valid claim though it did occur to me that given Madonna's 2019 Eurovision appearance with gas mask dancers, the theme might be referring to the old nursery rhyme, Ring a ring of roses, a pocket full of poses.

Around 10 seconds in Madonna appears to drunkenly stumble. I think the jury's out on the symbolism, but it's clear something destabilising has taken hold of slebland.

They got the feeling they met before.

How To Sell Pandemic-Injections To Normies

I dread to think what they've got on Jimmy Fallon to produce this cringe. It's the second covid variant/injection propaganda-push he's done since the video with Arianne Grande and Megan Thee Stallion.

One of the things Hollywood handlers demand from time to time with wannabe celebrities is a sacrifice of a close family member. I'll provide the evidence for that at some point as we've got the testimony from Kanye to corroborate all the other information we have. However once they get their fame, they often still need something held over them and it's usually captured on video.

It sounds preposterous until a person understands that Hollywood is Satanic in the broadest sense of the term. 

Selling their souls is the deal for fame. 

Sounds like hell to me.

Hollywood Celebrity Dysphoria - Michael Rapaport

I can't claim to know much about Hollywood comedian/actor Michael Rapaport but it is a hoot to view the pre vaccine and post vaccine social media post he made.

While I've been writing this, one of my oldest friends called and explained she has blood clot symptoms diagnosed by a hospital.

She is 51 and had the Astra Zeneca due to pressure from work as she is a cook in a nursing home.

Finders Keepers - A Documentary

Finders keepers is a terrific little documentary, set in the southern parts of the United States. It's the kind of film that Hollywood would ordinarily cast Billy Bob Thornton in, and which he excels at.

Instead of Hollywood, it's a grounded documentary about the influence of the media on very normal people. Well, I say ordinary people but these characters are the kind of people who are simple but also very complex.

It would be easy to critique these homely people and the effect that a concentrated media presence had upon them. However, it was the appearance on a TV show that lead to one of the protagonists finally seeking help for his alcohol and drug addictions.

It's also a documentary about ownership and possession, and how in some respects we don't own things, because its things that end up owning us. In the end everything works out for the better, though not without many tears, pain and heartbreak. 

The greatest learning from this documentary is that sometimes ill intentioned people can be a catalyst for our own growth and this is a learning and mindset we should carry with us each day.

There is a loser in this movie, but only because he doesn't recognise the lesson delivered to him for what it is.

Is Steven Spielberg A Paedophile?

I didn't give the Spielberg rumours any credence until the only connection I have to Hollywood, obliquely dropped the info at the end of a podcast interview. 

After watching this you may want to research the information yourself.

My concern is that Polanski, Woody Allen, Harvey Weinstein and Spielberg might give themselves a bad name, and thus diminish the high budget Hollywood movies they made about The Shoah.

Sally Fields - Norma Rae

Norma Rae is the kind of pro-activist film Hollywood is no longer allowed to make. It won Sally Field an Oscar in 1979 for her performance as an underpaid cotton manufacturing worker emboldened by a visiting Union activist to set up a union for the employees with the usual obstacles put in place by the management who are hopelessly fixated on the scientific method of timing all the workers for the maximum productivity.

We now know from the unscientific method that people are more productive if they are happy and taken care of by employees. It's a warm movie with a slice of American life that I think still exists but is rarely brought to life as the mediated American way has drifted towards displays of crass consumerism, celebrity worship, sports distractions and military priapism....or Alien shit.

Movies about people coming together and taking on relentless greed are no longer made by the US. The big money investors don't wish to give the proletariat any ideas so fantasy is what they are served up with. Protesters or movements in movies are portrayed as Communists and radicals by Hollywood because that keeps the very people who are being exploited by greedy business in their place.

The only irony worth exploring is this movie won the Oscar in the same year that Deng Xiaoping instigated the special economic zones in China. The very places that took the manufacturing of the cotton and denim that Norma Rae is fighting for a better wage to produce.

There's an answer to this race to the bottom of lower production costs but it doesn't involve unconscious consumerism, botox materialism and relentless greed by business.

It might however involve 3D printing and design coding where ostensibly most products will become close to free. That will have an impact on Brands who have nothing different from their competitors and even more so on those who have anything substantive to say.

Hollyweird - Obituary

It's been around 9 years since I first learned about the degeneracy and concentrated evil that props up Hollywood, or Hollyweird if you wish.

I had an inkling I might see the fall of the magic machine in my life. I hoped that would be coupled with exploding consciousness of the heinous practices that permeate the military, industrial, scientific, congressional and entertainment complex, but it was never a sure bet, and it has been a lonely journey.

Soul crushing for the greater part.

That's all changing now, and while it wont be on the horizon of mass media consumers, it will soon be on their doorstop and impossible to ignore.

I dedicate the Zapatilla track above to Hollywood and more importantly their unconscious consumers who are entertained to death for a wee while longer, as the gravity of how it really works sinks in.

Sean Stone's Documentary - Best Kept Secret

Best Kept Secret from Sean Stone on Vimeo.

For one reason or another I'm not very good around famous people. It feels like I'm entering a cartoon world when I recognise a well known face and say hello or something.

There was that unfortunate Oliver Stone incident in a night club, when we last met.

He did two tours of duty in Vietnam, so it's not unusual to cross paths with him in S.E. Asia.

His son Sean Stone has done some very solid reporting on the taboo subject of Israeli involvement in 9/11. It's an old subject but worth tipping the hat to.

Sean strikes me as very grounded for a Hollywood princeling, and I suspect that's a testament to his father bringing him up the right way.

Sean's latest project has the distinctive editing hand of his father. It is however a first class documentary series in the making.

It's is a very dangerous subject to broach in Hollywood circles, but my first, second and third impression of the trailer above was WOW. It won't be on the big screen for obvious reasons.

I hope you have a couple of minutes to spare and watch it. It will be useful information in the coming days, weeks and months.

Summary:

Human trafficking, pedophilia, 'Satanic' politics... The Jeffrey Epstein scandal was the tip of the iceberg as Sean Stone, the former host of Buzzsaw, lays out the hidden agenda of the dark elite in this six-part documentary series...

In this 'red pill' journey, Stone explores famous cases like the Franklin Scandal, MK-Ultra and Monarch programming, the Jon Benet Ramsey murder and even the Son of Sam case, to connect the dots of a dangerous ideology, now driving the philosophy of a 'transhumanist' idea - to remake the human being. As more and more people awaken to these hidden truths, the more rapidly we can rise to take our power back.

Gab.ai CEO Andrew Torba & Censorship

During the 2014 genocide of Palestinians in Gaza, Israel bombed a civilian population targeting and murdering 500 Palestinian babies, infants, toddlers, children and minors.  I was being followed by an extra 500 new Twitter users a week as a news source on the topic. That number was kneecapped overnight and I knew that Twitter had fallen to the ubiquitous Zionist censorship that makes films like American Sniper and publishes news demonizing any voice that stands against it, such as Jeremy Corbyn.

I remained on Twitter and had 41,000 followers with a retweet count averaging a statistical reach of between 5-8 million Twitter users each month. I had a hundreds of verified followers including Hollywood film directors, Hollywood Scriptwriters, Globally famous journalists and influential people who chose to follow me anonymously but privately encouraged my work, which raised awareness of systemic child abuse (now scrubbed from Google Search) and the Zionist genocide of Palestinians. I was recognised as outing a number of powerful child rapists and shifting the narrative that Israel is the only democracy in the Middle East and has the most moral army.

It was only a matter of time before powerful forces including Sunday Newspaper editors, House of Lords nutjobs and a plethora of child abusing, Israel-supporting fan boys and girls managed to get me suspended with no reason provided by twitter.

I was alerted to the new free speech platform Gab.ai and registered immediately noting that there were 20,000 earlier applications than mine waiting for a beta user approval.

Fortunately I was approved in minutes and either they know how to profile influential social media users or someone has shared all the Twitter accounts that have been suspended in the last few months including the celebrity voice Milo who is also on GAB.ai

GAB is populated by a lot of Alt Right users so if you don't like free speech it's not the place for you. They welcome all people so I hope those who can handle views other than their own register to join but do be patient while they scale up. I'm not Alt Right. I like their maturity though.

Oliver Stone, Michael Moore & Chris Hedges On Hollywood Propaganda

I didn't know that Charlie Wilson's War originally made the link between the U.S. funding the Mujahideen in Afghanistan and their subsequent evolution into the Taliban much stronger. That cut was left on the edit room floor. It's a shame really as that link would have moved the movie from good to great. Interesting observations in this recent interview by Al Jazeera on the close links between the Pentagon and Hollywood meaning that not only is all American war portrayed as just but that the truth doesn't get a chance to be heard if it needs to use Pentagon hardware.

Hollywood Movie 'Denial' & Holocaust Porn

Even Jewish Holocaust Denier David Cole Stein concedes that Homosexuals, Gypsies and Jews were slaughtered en masse by mobile Einsatzgruppen units in the months following the invasion of Russia. He also accepts the liquidation of Jews in the Ostland (Eastern territory) ghettos, and that the “Reinhard” camps (Treblinka, Belzec, and Sobibor) were probably extermination centers, though the evidence for Treblinka is missing 900,000 remains, despite a BBC TV programme that dug out a few bones from a nearby cemetery and declared this as the evidence. Treblinka itself wont allow any proper archaeology or ground radar analysis to determine volume and scale.

The Gas Chambers and obscenely inflated Auschwitz figures have since been scientifically and historically discredited as part of a post-war psyops by characters from British, Soviet and U.S. military intelligence such as child abuser Lord Greville Janner (Belsen) and C.D. Jackson (Buchenwald).

Why did the Soviets, British and U.S need to fan the flames of 'post-war justification' against the Nazis and furnish with lies? Well as servants of the banking elites, who funded all sides in the conflict, the intelligence agencies and their respective nation states, needed to have another reason for going to war other than the invasion of Poland which both the Soviets and the Nazis took part in. In short it wasn't worth it with hindsight.

The victorious populations needed to know they had sacrificed millions of their loved ones for reasons other than losing the British Empire or the Establishment of toxic Zionism in the Middle East. It had to be more 'righteous', and as anyone who has studied the world wars knows, they were both completely synthetic.

World respected historian David Irving discovered the information described above from first hand interviews and German language archives, as he had taught himself the German language. As a dedicated writer he refused his publisher when instructed to put in his books that the Shoah took place, as defined in movies and television series of the early 70's.

Prior to that the word holocaust was mostly used by the British to describe events such as the fire bombing of Dresden or Tokyo.

The Hollywood movie Denial bears no more resemblance to reality than the characters they used to portray David Irving (a good looking man in his day) and Deborah Lipstadt who is displayed above as she looked during the kangaroo court trial of David Irving. She is portrayed instead by the beautiful jewish actress Rachel Weisz. Once again it is holocaust porn. It is holocaust inflation. It says that more dead Jewish bodies is better than less dead Jewish bodies. That isn't right.

In the words of Professor Norman Finkelstein it is for Holocaust Mongers.

Lord Mountbatten - Thames Television - Today Programme

In this interview, Mountbatten says he has no idea of television and how it works, yet in Brian Hoey's Mountbatten book he advises the author to be filmed a few inches above his head so the lines on the aging face are not visible. He said he learned this from his Hollywood friends. He and his new wife Edwina also honeymooned in Hollywood.

Mountbatten was best friends with Douglas Fairbanks Jr and so while it's clear he's arrogant and haughty in this follow up interview, it's also clear his obsession with staging events down to the smallest detail proves he knew exactly what he would be getting into when he made a 12 part Television series puff-piece about his life.

8MM

 

For a long time the establishment (police, judges, lawyers) and their complicit criminals the corporate media tried to say Snuff Movies were conspiracy theories. Eventually The Guardian came clean they do exist, though like all unpleasant truths they only get said once while the 'theories' label is used for a long time. 

Anybody who has studied the sickness that dominates our leadership becomes used to the power they like to exercise over the helpless. There are occult reasons for this, psychological reasons, hierarchical and social reasons and straight up kicks but one of the most misunderstood is that it takes weakness to rape, butcher and murder a child on film.

Not to the Satanists. They see it as a sign of great strength that only the most strong are able to do it and that's why they occupy a disproportionate percentage of the power elite.

8MM is a journey into that story, though I am reliably informed that Nicholas Cage got his Hollywood break by doing depraved 'favours' and pimping children and prostitutes to Hollywood suits.

Hollywood Child Abuse

The normal human reaction is to assume this is still an isolated case. It's not. The elites of our institutions be they the Vatican, Seats of Government, Media, Law, Defence and now Hollywood are riddled with an epidemic that a few days research uncovers convincingly.

I'm also convinced we're emerging into a new paradigm of transparency with information surfacing every few days. Feel free to click on the sex abuse tag below for related posts. Via Vigilant Citizen