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Thursday 29 September 2011

They Hate Us For Our Freedoms



I've been arguing politics online since I discovered the original Twitter platform mIRC at University in 1994. Later in life I had an American political mentor who taught me the art of attacking both sides and raised my game another notch from the neoconservatives dominated channel of #political who schooled me in the art of grammar, logic and rhetoric through the trivium and by debating, right wing ideology and American political history on the internet. 

I created the term right wing nuts there and it became a meme with #politics channel dissenters, that finally got me kicked off in the end for being too clever for my own good. I have no idea if it entered broader use because of me. Things happen at the same time elsewhere so I'm not claiming it elsewhere.  It was finally pointed out to me by a friendly voice that I was hanging out with group psychopathy and it's true they are dangerously greedy ideologues fronted by fundamentalist Christian ideologues and draped in the flag.

I'm starting to see a split now that can never be breached. It's true that most people are unable to change their minds but it was always worthwhile if one or two could. That is no longer the case. America is 1984 with better clothes, freedom is doublespeak for shut your mouth, the Department of Defence is the department for attack, the Pentagon is the inside of the Satanic pentagram and protest is non existent, silence is imposed on 95% of my American friends who are too concerned for their own well being, client relationships or career to raise their voice in a Department of Fatherland Security environment. I don't make any judgement as my own political freedom and loud voice is the quid pro quo of other freedoms that have been taken from me. I use my voice as I can and repeat that speaking the truth even in a shaking voice is as good as as could be expected from anybody.

However there is now no time left to win over a few stragglers to the sides of decency and reason through grammar, logic and rhetoric. The kind of people who think the U.S. is a free country are detached from reality and let's be candid. There's been a war on for their minds through diet, television, media, business and don't forget the medical industries success of dubious vaccination programmes and diagnosing independence of thought in children and young adults, and then sedating it at best or framing it as a psychological problem. Last of all the U.S. with the highest prison population in the world locks up those who have no desire to be criminals but find a life of corporate psychopathy inconceivable. The rest the U.S. sends abroad to prosecute the perpetual war, central banking model. The finest minds work in Wall Street, The IMF or The Pentagon.

They're gone. They have been poisoned and are now poison. Hating isn't very productive but be aware, be vigilant and choose wisely. Friends are sometimes made in difficult situations but if that friendship is subservient to fanatical and deranged ideology it's no friendship. Choose people who place the highest value on human qualities. That's it. Next stage of the game. I'll still be letting of a bit of steam in various forums but not because I care any longer. I've cared for too long and basically the awake are awake.

Wednesday 15 August 2007

Commercial Break


Quite a few of you have asked me about the signature I use on my email and where its from. I found it on Pajamas media which is a U.S. right wing blogging syndicate that I read. Many might be surprised that The Huffington Post or The Daily Kos isn't content that is more reflective of my political leanings towards Socialism. I love that word Socialist, it gets right up the noses of those who shriek at the word Liberal.

I read these right wing blogs mainly because the content is invariably material that I disagree with - but that doesn't mean always. My political mentor and close friend taught me the value of this exercise a few years back. As hard as I tried I couldn't win any political arguments with him as he was well versed in the hypocrisy of the both the left as well as the right (if those terms mean anything anymore). I fondly recall him saying that both sides wanted to tax the living hell out of him and just spend it differently.

Its my view that planners should able to cut through subjectivity and aim for objectivity by understanding the arguments and not the sentiments. Interestingly I've found that the picture above is deeply ambiguous depending on who reads it, as is the title of this post. Any thoughts?

Sunday 12 December 2010

The Comeback Kid



When an authoritarian regime approaches its final crisis, but before its actual collapse, a mysterious rupture often takes place. All of a sudden, people know the game is up: they simply cease to be afraid. It isn’t just that the regime loses its legitimacy: its exercise of power is now perceived as a panic reaction, a gesture of impotence. Ryszard Kapuściński, in Shah of Shahs, his account of the Khomeini revolution, located the precise moment of this rupture: at a Tehran crossroad, a single demonstrator refused to budge when a policeman shouted at him to move, and the embarrassed policeman withdrew. Within a couple of hours, all Tehran had heard about the incident, and although the street fighting carried on for weeks, everyone somehow knew it was all over. Is something similar happening now? - ZIZEK - 23 July 2009

Some of you (all two of you on a good day) by now know that my political antenna are twitching in small spastic gestures, myopically groping their way to the disconnected future, uncovering micrograms of evidence that we're living in dramatically changing times.

Looking back on my own political wakening I genuinely gulp now how little and how shallow it really was, yet how vociferously it was argued. We argued rowdy politics over calming joints in the early 90's before heading out to the student parties. Ending for me by falling in love with an East German girl only to find employment working for the US army bases in Germany. It is here I started to fully grasp the empirical might the United States.

I really lucked out later on with a political mentor who had read more than anyone I knew and threw more valuable books my way in a few short years than I've read in a decade since. I pickled myself in rum and politics on tropical beaches interspersed with Asian tiger adland bouts and occasional Euro runs.

What am I trying to say? I'm trying to say that growing up politically in the Clinton years that criss crossed and spanned, living and working in the two continents of Europe and Asia is a pespective that only now do I grasp was the solid foundation for moulding my undying love for the idea of ideas. The politics of politics. The meaning of what I mean.

I've slumped countless ideological times since those Hacyonic days of living in the Clinton era to learn of how much damage the financial market liberalisation is the responsibility of the former president. How say the market liberalisation of Haitian rice farmers to choose just one small devastating example, was destroyed by the subsidies of the American rice farmers, is personally down to Bill Clinton. An example I now know extends back into deeper  'merkan history.

Yet does one ever really forget all the merits of a past love affair? Not me. I see what it is that I adored. The only regrets I have now, emerging into middle age is the the frequent bouts of bad taste I've sailed with. Taste is both something we acquire and if we're honest with the definition of taste, are occasionally forced to dispense with as we evolve.

I worry about America. The putrid silence on the part of Capitalist Baconistas. The self evident insanity of the main stream right wing. The endlessly disappointing performance of the wishy washy left and those who hailed hope and change only to strand aspirational ships on sharp rocks of granite despair.

Then I see you again. The Polymath. The Comeback Kid, who with blow-job bravado takes on the Whitehouse press corp in a manner we haven't seen since the late nineties. And I want to believe you're going to make it. To silence the reptiles in the C Suite who control the Oval. I want to believe. I want.

I watch as the self evident principles of neo-sharing mysteriously take place at the highest level of office on the planet. I want to believe again in you America. Eight years of happiness and prosperity for me were pummelled with brutal annihilation into a hazy amnesia.

Please watch this. It's not just about the man, even though it's not just what you say it's how you say it. This is about the nature of ideas. Ideas that live and breath, that change and evolve, adapt and mutate to withstand the most colossal compression of evolutionary terminating forces we're facing. 

This is our karma. This is our responsibility. We're all in it together.

Thursday 30 November 2023

Kinda Like Kissinger Without The War Crimes - Chalmers Johnson
















Some time back I came across a link to an obituary for the late Chalmer's Johnson. I read it and was a bit surprised that the spelling was as bad as mine in places, though I was most curious about the claim that Chalmers was the intellectual equal if not superior to Henry Kissinger. Unlike a lot of people who try to get into Kissinger debates my political mentor Joe Barbera said just 'Years of Upheaval' which is part two of his autobiographical trilogy was the one to read and so I read it in Hua Hin, Thailand.


It's an amazing read not because Kissinger writes particularly well, but because of it's comprehensive detail and let's face it, sheer chronological historical narrative. This is the guy who invented shuttle diplomacy. A German Jew flitting back and forth between Tel Aviv, Cairo, Riyadh, Damascus and Jordan. Then there's the Paris peace accord with Vietnam, Soviet détente, and secret trips to Peking in preparation for Nixon's visit, the oil crisis and so on and so forth. Truly remarkable times.



I disagreed with the obituary, though I've had to change my mind. If there's one video worth watching from Kissinger's political bender, this is the one. It's all there and most troubling for me, an emerging understanding of why the Euro was plummeting against the dollar, as the empire makes it's last-gasp efforts to hold on to the past. I urge you to watch this. Chalmers Johnson is in a different intellectual league to Kissinger. A man able to delineate between the expedient thing and the right thing. Something Kissinger isn't qualified to comment on. 


RIP Mr Johnson you were a great American patriot.


Update. I wrote this a long time ago and since then I learned that Watergate was about stealing the same Компромат as Epstein used on the Deletes. I also didn't mention that Kay Griggs, wife of Colonel George Griggs, Chief of Staff to General Al Grey, Commandant of the Marine Corp (Cherry Marines) testified that Kissinger raped a male officer in Cambodia leaving him mentally shattered. If you look at Kissinger's preposterous 'beard' and wife, it's all there. That's their humour. How and why would you believe a tall and elegant lady would marry a homosexual dwarf?



His real name was Heinz and the OSS picked him up in Germany after the war. No doubt another double agent like George Soros.

Update No 2 - I was reminded on Facebook that it isn't impossible that Nancy Kissinger was a, he-babe.






Monday 22 February 2021

Hearts of Darkness - Francis Ford Coppola's Documentary of Apocalypse Now



For a long time one of my all-time favourite movies was Apocalypse Now. It still is but, y'know, things move on and change.

It was no surprise to discover that at some point I'd randomly downloaded a documentary of the making of the film.

What I didn't anticipate was the documentary coming to life without my assistance while working on a computer, and discovering it was so compelling that I had to stop my tasks, watch it properly and then watch it again.

There's a few books that are just overrated flim-flam and have a suspicious smell of agenda more than talent. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad is one, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald is another, and so is Moby Dick by Herman Melville, although that particular book didn't take off till after his death.

Don't mistake me. All three books have magnificent flourishes of writing but just don't stand up all the way through, and dozy academics can't even call it out, as I noticed on an 'In Our Time's recent episode'.

In a way Coppola is grappling with this weak story ending, and tries to fill the gap with a very bloated, uncooperative and superficial Marlon Brando.

What is exceptional is watching the making of the movie unfold and learning for the first time that Francis Ford Coppola (It's always a triple whammy when it comes to triplet names if we're paying attention) funded the movie himself before Vietnam movies became a thing in the eighties and early nineties, and it was acceptable to portray a soon to be 'defeated' Pentagon.

We now know much of that was scripted by Bell Helicopter and Daniel Ellesberg who is portrayed as a hero, but actually worked as a throat slitter for the CIA in much the same manner that Snowden isn't NSA, but a CIA contractor.

It's all about optics you see. That's why Snowjob gets a movie made about him, and Julian Assange languishes in the worst prison in the UK, Belmarsh.

Coppola starts off this documentary with a fine set of man boobs and a pasta-gut that wouldn't look out of place on a man 20 years older. However, when the shit hits the fan he starts losing kilos at a time, and by the end is a slender motherfucker at the screening. 

He did go through hell, but also had the balls for it.

I really fell in love with Francis in this documentary, as I have with his daughter's work in recent years. He has that Italian American body language that my political mentor had back in the day, and I wish I could have observed this before he passed on, his wife too only weeks ago.

Oh well, Joe and Kathy are reunited again and they're still in my thoughts. You were both great with me and it was a privilege to know you both.

One thing I never talked about with Joe was that his wife's first lover died in Vietnam. I never shared it with her husband but it was a vista of life I'd only ever known previously, on film.... such as Apocalypse Now.

Wednesday 1 June 2011

Stanley Kubrick's Dr Strangelove (How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb)


I never really understood Stanley Kubrick's films until I read Jay Weidner's deconstruction and now it's hard to see any other way of interpreting them. I was reading a review of Clockwork Orange just last week that didn't even touch on the key themes with Andy McDowell descending into trivia over aloof directors once the film was finished. 


I just completed watching Dr Strangelove to see what I could get out of it. The first time I watched it with my political mentor I didn't find it funny, though now I know about Project Paperclip the over the top Nazi Scientist makes sobering sense and though there's plenty of parody and caricature in the movie it's on the money over the big themes of hidden cold war power play, paternalism (not one woman in the movie), brain dead and brain washed military subordination, missiles as extension of penises and gum chewing as the signature of primate aggression (I never figured that out till watching Kubrick linger on it more than once).



There's a clear mention of water fluoridation disguised as pinko Commie plotting though it doesn't shirk from describing the intended result of a docile and unimaginative public. I might be reading a little too much into the war room scene of a Saturnalia ring of lights above the war council but Kubrick knew full well of Saturn worship at the highest levels


I only wish I could see the unedited cut of Eyes Wide Shut that was censored by the film studies before Kubricks untimely and unexpected death just days after completion. It was previewed and its first showing to the film studio who weren't happy with the candid revelation of Satanic sex rituals at the highest levels of elite U.S. society (although it applies with all elites)




For the cryptographers among you I have a hunch that Kubrick dropped something into the nuclear key codes scene of Dr Strangelove that were scribbled onto a notepad and essential to prevent the world descending into thermonuclear war. Let me know in the comments if you see anything.

Tuesday 18 November 2008

The Post Party Sweet Spot





Here's a post I've had brewing in my head for a while now. I've never stopped trying to reconcile selling more stuff (my work) in a world of finite resources. I believe that even if climate change is not happening because of the way we use carbon fuels and behave like it's a disposable society (ironic that isn't it?) that it's our moral responsibility to take care of this planet in a way which shows future generations that we tried to hand over the best torch possible.


I believe one day in the vast future we will look back at planet Earth, maybe from distant solar systems and see it as the genesis of something beautiful. If it's in good shape it might be reminiscent of a garden of Eden. Of course the religous references will get some people's backs up, but I have my own system of belief that belongs to no one else because it's mine and I'm quite convinced that without some belief there would be an equal amount of problems. This doesn't make me any less of a hypocrite as I'm a human and all too fallible.


I think John Grant went a long way to reconciling the notions of making money (or value) and treating the planet as if it's resources are meagre instead of full. It's not and, our evolutionary (yes I think evolution makes sense) programming doesn't allow us to instinctively take care of relatively slow moving events. We'll only know if we've fucked up when we've fucked and by then it's too late. So change our lives and do one right thing. Be frugal.


I'll share something about John and I. We never really get it on in real life, and because I think he's a genius, a bit of a hero, and also a brilliant communicator when given centre stage, I don't want people to confuse that with kissing ass. John and I had the same girlfriend in the late nineties. Not at the same time. I after him, and truthfully I only realised it when I started reading his blog nearly ten years later. I've never been one to follow industry stars because it's only advertising and not nearly as important as saving someone's life with a defibrillator which is far more useful when push comes to shove - It is however what I love doing. This may or may not be the reason why John and I are not best mates, but I know deep down as do many others that his book The Green Marketing Manifesto is one of the most important books in our business if for instance, working on a tobacco account is something you would find offensive. Aren't rising sea levels and climate change affecting the poorest on this planet much more offensive than auto-exposure to lung cancer?


My hopes for a 'rewiring of our economies' which is something I've been talking about for quite a while was never strong. I know that everything changes and everything stays the same so I couldn't see how we could slow down our economies and population growth to take the time to find solutions for not choking on our own growth. I spent long days talking about it in the US with my political mentor and he finally came round to my way of thinking that we need 'managed population decline' to really find ways of keeping this incredible thing called life continuing for millenia before we jettison ourselves off this planet, find somewhere else and let it grow fallow for a long time while observing it from distant galaxies as the birth of something quite special.


And then along comes something I've felt in my gut for about 5 to 10 years that we are facing a massive financial implosion. Nothing brainy or clever but simply put the idea of making money out of losses (shorting on a stock market) seems to me as stupid as having a bookmakers where betting on losers is the point. It's dumb and we were hoodwinked by the financial markets into believing it was a valid financial mechanism. Unless of course you were the creatives on this remarkable piece of prescience that I loved so much and tried to bring your attention to back in March.


Anyway, we've hit the sweet spot. It looks like we've had a hell of a party, there's cake and booze everywhere but now it's time to clean up and we can build a better world because of it. Yes we can do marketing in new ways while managing decline and add value and creativity to peoples lives with big thoughts such as more ideas less stuff. Isn't that what the internet is? Isn't sharing our lives more important that acquisition of more stuff. Shouldn't we compare ourselves by what we do, how we act and what we believe in rather than the bullshit marketing methodology that has been outed for what it really is so very recently; fear marketing of "if you don't wash your hair with our shampoo, you wont be as pretty as the other succesful girls in the office" or in this case, baby straps? Yes it took mothers to rebel and say fuck you to shitty advertising. I love this business and I am very optimistic about the future. We've hit a remarkable sweet spot. A big problem that needs sorting out with slower economies, enter stage right a mini global depression, the tools to fix it, as social media is nothing short of a revolution, and the kind of leadership that only tips up once every eighty years or so that has the mandate to really change things. Yes we can. Oy!


Now it's over to the economists. Why don't you do something useful for once and rewire our economies based on what we have and not on what we want. Because as we now know, we want it all. Including redemption.

Thursday 8 October 2009

Timeless Marketing Classics - Charles Frith

I wrote this for Graeme Harrison's post about planners favourite books and it was not only a little late for submission to his blog post when the inspiration finally struck me but it was also written about 3.30 am underneath that nightclub (pictured above and taken on the worlds first 5 Mgp camera "i-mobile" by Samart in Thailand) and hastily bashed out on the Apple Macbook Air that was stolen by taxi 1878 because I can only write from the heart as I need to believe what I'm sharing, and so this took a long time to reach the conclusion I've lightheartedly but with complete sincerity given. 

I thought and thought and thought about it and finally concluded I couldn't recommend most business related books as I've learned more from Dostoevsky and Tolstoy then any papyrus dry Peter Drucker or soundbite drenched Seth Godin. 

Anyway here is Timeless Marketing Classics - Charles Frith 

This is probably going to upset a few people, and I guess it is a shocker of a confession to make, but I've been thinking about what I"m going to write for a couple of weeks since Graeme asked me to share which books have been most influential on my thinking. I'm currently reading Team of Rivals by Doris Kearns Goodwin about Lincoln. I bought it because on the back it says that when the Whitehouse Press Corp (the toothless gravy train riders of the last eight years) asked POTUS about what book he'd be taking to the Whitehouse, Barry Obama answered without hesitation that it would be the Lincoln account of how he pitched all his enemies into some sort of forward moving equilibrium that earned him a near deity place in history. The time its taking to conclude on those books is eating me alive because two weeks later and I still cant think of more than one book to recommend.

Well let me tell you folks. I USED to be a prolific reader. I read and I read and I read for consecutive decades of my life. I think I even did the whole bottle-of-rum a day while page turning and inhaling rather thick American political history for a year or so on a tropical beach nearly a decade ago now.

In any case, I urge you if the chance avails itself to carve your way through Kissinger's political autobiographies with the trilogy best captured by the middle tome, YEARS OF UPHEAVAL. It's possible to come away from that book and think bombing ones way to defeat in the Mekong Delta along The Ho Chi Minh Trail, and Laos and Cambodia without a thought for the millions of South East Asians who suffered and died in this political ideology war fought in a proxy country.

Doesn't America always fight it's wars in proxy countries? Did we get stuffed on the Marshall plan with France and Germany accelerating ahead before the 50's had ended?

And you may know I never do capitals so pay attention and bookend that one with say a little Ayn (pronounced Ein people just like Ein, Zwei, Dreis. Jawohl?) Rand's Atlas Shrugged, before maybe dancing around the ballroom with a few odds and sods of Kennedy (does Camelot ever not stop dancing?). 

Also. Don't understimate Caro on LBJ (Master of the Senate is good and part of another tour de force trilogy) and for random arcane stocking filler one upmanship, say, a history of British postwar Prime Ministers - Nobody ever remembers Sir Alec Douglas Home do they? It's the curse of being so popular at Eton with his peers despite as they observed, never really having done anything to earn it. That's the British for you.

You've probably clocked me by now as bullshitting wildly on political literature while failing (and flailing) markedly to put forward a single seminal marketing book. And that's my problem. I've been thinking for a couple of weeks about the books that influenced my work the most and the embarrassing conclusion is that I only have one measly offering because if there is one genre of the printed word that is invariably padded to the max, faffs on about irrelevant stuff or convincingly puts forward a good point and then goes on to spend the rest of the book in short gasping breaths excitedly explaining why it's so right. And boy it really does feel right. It's the genre called Business books which include most marketing books. So here goes:

Advertising and marketing books are pants. 

I've read a fair amount although nowhere near as much as nerdy pants Rob Campbell in Hong Kong. If you want a big hung like a zebra bibliography of any and every marketing book ever written check out Rob's blog because not only is it impressive. It's so extensive it's bloody funny if you ask me. Trainspotters rule. Aye.

So it's just my opinion but I'd have no hesitation in recommending not placing too much faith in the latest biz book pulp pot boiler of the day. They might seem on the money but they age a little too quickly for my liking and let's face it business is just business so it's not like it changes fundamentally from decade to decade although it is just about to. Mark my words.

However there is one that has shaped pretty much everything I have done and everything I have thought about since commencing the oddysey of pretty much never thinking about anything else ever again without contextualising it within the trade of creative planning - and which I'm not particularly brilliant at but nevertheless love doing 24/7.

So.... some years back, but this side of the millenium while working at BBDO Dusseldorf, the planning library had a copy of Robert Heath's seminal: The hidden power of advertising. How low involvement processing influences the way we choose brands. and which others can't get their head round and I doubt ever will (apropos point three)

This book is like business poetry for me, because what it does is take the most tedious, stupor inducing "last-reason-why-anyone-would-get-into advertising", spittle smeared end of the short straw and lays out methodically how information commutes and computes and thus works. It's only one end of the spectrum because I'm assuming we're all wannabe artists or creative groupies of one sort or another and understand that side perfectly well.

L.I.P. applies to so much of life, from Derren Brown to Information Warfare that if it looks a bit pants on first skim then you might not be ready for it just yet. It's only when stuck for words, in the shit holes of the global advertising parachute-planning gigs that I've taken the odd cheque for, that the same questions keep coming back again and again. I've asked myself repeatedly:

"How does this pants advertising work when ostensibly its patronising dribble, chock-full of superlative people with superlative white teeth and superlative family and friend dynamics?"

Robert Heath's book shed's much needed light on how frequency and repetition in the low involvement spectrum makes it all work. It's not pretty but I didn't make the rules up for that propaganda/fear marketing end of the spectrum (more over here) although I'd love to implement them to change peoples behaviour towards sustainable wealth creation. Easily the biggest business opportunity of the 21st century as "the" John Grant I think would endorse.

So anyway, the other book I recommend?

Ha Ha. I don't. Well I just think marketing books blow chunks as a rule, and I can't champion enough, how valuable it is to be interested in as much as possible. Try everything if you can, and as my politcal mentor memorably said. "Try it twice because maybe you got it wrong the first time round". I've been known to try things I'm not sure about more than that so I know whereof I speak as Ludwig might have put it.

But I work in advertising so don't listen to me in the slightest. I'm sure all the books listed in Graeme's posts are fucking ace. I mean that too because I'll be sniffing over them like the planner afficcianado I evidently hanker to be now that I've quietly dropped the Enfant Terrible of planning USP, that I was gunning for a few years back.

Be careful what you wish for they say.

In any case I will throw a couple of amuse-gule books to be sporting. Dale Carnegie's "How to win friends and influence people" is a gem and not only for business either. It's where I learned the cardinal rule of listening not speaking and which if I don't know you I'll give you first chance to exhaust your vocabularly.

There is a reluctant second choice though. A book called: "Postmodern Marketing" back in the late nineties when I worked for HHCL which eloquently put forward the case for leaving things to the very last possible moment because *drum roll* we are then aquainted with the maximum amount of information to make better decisions with. Brilliant huh? And so that whole book was a thumbs up with me for that one liner despite the hyper realism, the irony and the humour that signify Postmodernism and indeed pepper this post if we think about the self referential aspect of PoMo which applies to handing this text in so late for Graeme's posts that I've had to post it myself ;)

Update: I'm reading as you know Great Apes by Will Self and unlike when this article was posted POTUS is now Obama and The Lincoln Book was in the suitcase which was in the back of cab 1878 never to return.

Tuesday 25 November 2014

A Legendary Post On British Power Paedophiles - Can You Guess Who Wrote It?



I've had this post in drafts since 2013 but now that the dust has settled and the dirt has risen I think it's time for people to read this excellently informed article on VIP paedophiles in the UK and have a guess who wrote it? Answers in the comments please.

*****

The evidence for a massive paedophile ring infesting the royal palaces, Downing Street and the Westminster Parliament is overwhelming and mounting by the week. The implications of the full truth being revealed can hardly be overstated - the devastating discrediting of the major political parties and the end of the monarchy.

It would bring about a total public re-evaluation of everything they have believed about the country they live in and the forces that dictate its laws, direction and methods of operation. The knock-on effect would be the same for much of the rest of the world because what I am about to describe is happening in every country to a larger or lesser extent - not least in the United States.

The revelations about record-breaking paedophile and child procurer Jimmy Savile have exposed the former BBC 'star entertainer' as a purveyor of sheer evil on a scale that would challenge any imagination. Here are the cold and shocking numbers according to the police - and these are not nearly the whole story:

450 people of both sexes have made complaints about Savile involving 28 police areas throughout the country and among them are 34 alleged rapes. They spanned a period of 54 years between 1955 and 2009 when Savile was 82. The abuses happened to 23 children and young people on BBC premises and at 14 hospitals and at least one hospice. More than 70 per cent of his victims were under 18 and one as young as eight. 


Metropolitan Police Commander Peter Spindler said that Savile's crimes were 'vast, predatory and opportunistic' and he had effectively 'groomed the nation.' Sounds good, but personally, I would not trust the Met's investigation Operation Yewtree to pursue the full truth about Savile any more than I would have trusted him to produce the school nativity. 

Spindler added - ludicrously - that Savile used his celebrity to 'hide in plain sight'. Oh, no, no, no, mate. That will not do. Savile got away with it for 54 years because he was protected by the highest levels of the paedophile-Satanist-controlled British Establishment for whom he was procuring children. 

Lest we forget: Disc jockey Jimmy Savile was a close friend of the royal family including Lord Louis Mountbatten, Prince Philip and Prince Charles from the 1960s until he died aged 84 in 2011. Savile was also a close friend of Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher who ran one of the most paedophile-infiltrated administrations of modern times - yes and with all the competition, too.




Now a new front is emerging to expose the ring's sickening activities - the notorious Elm Guest House in Rocks Lane, Barnes, south-west London. I have been on the trail of Elite paedophilia and Satanism on both sides of the Atlantic for two decades but I still shake my head at the same recurring names year after year in location after location. 

Names emerging from sources seeking to expose what happened at Rocks Lane have included a Thatcher cabinet minister who has come up so often it is extraordinary testimony to the Establishment's ability to cover up that he is still at large and considered worthy of political influence.

Another 'Elm name' familiar to me is Anthony Blunt who is alleged to have used the name 'Anthony Goldstein' when visiting Rocks Lane. Blunt was one of the infamous 'Cambridge Five' British Intelligence insiders who spied for the Soviet Union. Four of them were Blunt, Guy Burgess, Donald Maclean and Kim Philby and the fifth, never named, was Lord Victor Rothschild, although there were actually more than five.

And Blunt leads us once again to the British royal family ...



Anthony Blunt (1907-1983) was born the third cousin of Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon who became the wife of King George VI and is best known as the late Queen Mother - the woman that Princess Diana described as evil. This was a good description given that the lady they called 'The Nation's Grandmother' was one of highest satanic witches in Europe (see The Biggest Secret).

Blunt's mother was the second cousin of the black witch's father Claude Bowes-Lyon, the 14th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne. Blunt and his brothers would go for afternoon tea with the Bowes-Lyons at their London home in Mayfair and he was in the royal, political and Intelligence loop almost from the start.

There is another highly significant aspect of the Blunt story according to the London Daily Mail. The paper reported that he told colleagues that he was actually the secret son of King George V, the brother of Bowes-Lyon's spouse, George VI. This would put what was to happen later in a much clearer context.




Blunt was educated at the elite Marlborough College where he was a member of the Honourable Fraternity of the Amici. This is a rarely-mentioned secret society based at Marlborough but also operating at other elite colleges including Eton, Radley and Wellington. 


Its rituals appear to be based on Freemasonry with a system of degrees and prominence for the symbol of the all-seeing eye. Amici initiates use their covert manipulation to secure major positions of influence among the students and this continues when they enter the worlds of business and politics. It is the usual worldwide story, in other words, as with the Skull and Bones Society at Yale, the Quill and Dagger at Cornell and the Sphinx Society at Dartmouth College in New Hampshire.


Blunt also spent part of his childhood in Paris when his official father, the Reverend Stanley Vaughan Blunt, ran the chapel at the British embassy. So Blunt had many royal and Establishment connections throughout his formative years and things began to move quickly when he won a scholarship to Trinity College at Cambridge University.




It was at Cambridge that he became a member of a Russian spy ring which was passing British secrets to Moscow during World War II. Four members have since been officially named as Blunt, Donald Maclean, Guy Burgess and Kim Philby (who married Jewish Soviet spy Litzi Friedman). But others got away with it including their leader, Lord Victor Rothschild. 

Highly significant to the ring was a university secret society called the Cambridge Apostles. Blunt was a member and so was Guy Burgess and other spies and alleged spies, John Cairncross, Guy Liddell and the most important of all, Victor Rothschild. Blunt acted as a talent spotter and recruiter for the ring and his value as a potential Soviet source increased when he was recruited by MI5. 

Maclean and Burgess fled to the Soviet Union in 1951to avoid prosecution and Philby followed in 1963 after more than a decade of denial which saw him continuing to work for newspapers and part-time for MI6. Blunt secretly admitted his involvement to MI5 in 1963 on condition that he had immunity from persecution and this was not made public until 1979 when Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher was forced by the weight of evidence by then in the public domain to make a statement to this effect. 

The ring master behind all of this was Lord Victor Rothschild who at one time shared his London flat with the homosexual Burgess and Blunt. Homosexuality was a criminal offence at the time and a perfect vehicle for blackmail even without the paedophilia that also went on.




Official biographies say that Rothschild was recruited by MI5 during the war in the same way as Blunt, but in fact Rothschild ran British Intelligence and wartime Prime Minister Winston Churchill, another reported paedophile. 'National hero' Winston Churchill was a despicable character who worked covertly for the global enemies of freedom and peace - the Rothschilds. They were a secret source of income. 

There is a very good chance that Churchill was a Rothschild bloodline and the Windsors have been since their origins in Germany from where the Rothschild global empire of finance and secret society manipulation emerged. 

Prince William is a Rothschild at least through his grandmother - Princess Diana's mother, Frances Shand Kydd who was born Frances Ruth Roche, a Rothschild offshoot. Royals often tend to have official parents that are, one or the other, not blood parents. It must be a heck of a job keeping up with it.

Victor Rothschild was known within British Intelligence as the 'Black Bag Man' because he controlled the secret 'stash' that covertly funded off-the-record projects that the official government had refused to sanction. He knew where the bodies were buried throughout the Establishment and who was doing what to whom among royalty, politicians, media and academia. This allowed him to manipulate and dictate through threat of exposure.

These are the techniques that continue to be used today by the Rothschild networks and this is another reason why they love to see paedophiles in positions of power making the decisions that change society in the desired Orwellian fashion. The same happens in North America - in fact everywhere the Rothschilds and their lackeys are at work which is, well, pretty much everywhere.




No, it should be the other way round, mate.

Victor Rothschild was Winston Churchill's minder and the director of his policy before and during World War II - a war in which the Rothschild Cabal controlled all the major players through their placemen Roosevelt (United States); Churchill (Britain), Stalin (Soviet Union) and Hitler (Germany). 

This is the point that historians and researchers of the Cambridge spy ring don't understand. Victor Rothschild was not a Soviet spy - he was the Rothschilds' man directing British war policy as others were directing that of North America, the Soviet Union and Germany. 

The spying was largely done for the Rothschilds, not the Soviet Union, but there is also the fact that if you want to stop something happening that doesn't suit your agenda, or take most advantage of something happening when it does, then tell another 'side' (another of your sides) what is going to happen well before it does. 

This is what the Cambridge spy ring was really all about, but only Rothschild among them would have known that. The rest were convenient stooges and who was the one that never got caught? Rothschild. Six retired KGB colonels confirmed after the demise of the Soviet Union in 1993 that Rothschild was involved in the Cambridge spy ring, but they wouldn't have known the wider background either. Compartmentalisation is the key.




King George VI with his missus Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, third from the left, and in the centre is the king's mother, Mary of Teck, a descendent of infamous Satanist and blood drinker Vlad Dracul of Transylvania who inspired the Dracula stories. 

Anthony Blunt was so trusted by the royal family and his cousin Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon (after all, he claimed to be one of them) that he was sent on a mission to Germany at the end of the war to retrieve British royal correspondence to their German royal relatives showing support for the Nazis which is what the royals are. Prince Philip's Nazi background is well documented, for example, but he's not alone.




Prince Philip at a Nazi funeral and his own family were closely connected to Nazis never mind the Windsors into which he was married.

The House of Windsor were officially the German House of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha (Herzogtum Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha) until they changed their name to Windsor during the First World War as an exercise purely in public relations with Britain at war with Kaiser Wilhelm and their other relatives in Germany. 

Wilhelm was the cousin of King George V, whom Blunt apparently said was his father, and George was also a cousin of Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, but don't worry an elite doesn't run the world. 

The British wing of the Battenberg family anglicised their name to Mountbatten at the same time and later it was Lord Louis Mountbatten who maintained communications between the Windsors and their relatives in Nazi Germany even though he was Britain's Chief of Combined Operations and later Supreme Allied Commander in South-East Asia. 'Sides' don't matter to these people - the outcome is what counts. 

It was the paedophile Lord Mountbatten, the mentor to both Prince Philip and Prince Charles, who introduced his friend Jimmy Savile to the royal family in the 1960s.




Charles, Mountbatten and Philip.

Anthony Blunt's reward for services rendered in hiding the Nazi truth about the Windsor-Mountbattens was to be appointed Surveyor of the King's Pictures when he retired from MI5 after the war - even though he was still a member of the Rothschild spy ring and was seen with Burgess and Maclean just before they defected in 1951. 

Blunt continued in his royal role when George VI died in 1953 and his daughter Elizabeth became Queen although her mother Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon - Blunt's cousin - and her arranged-marriage husband Philip were the real power behind the throne. 

The Royals well knew about Blunt's treasonous background. Army officer Philip Hay went for an interview at Buckingham Palace in 1948 for the post of Private Secretary to the Dowager Duchess of Kent and he said that after they passed Blunt in a corridor, Sir Alan Lascelles, King George VI's private secretary, said: 'That's our Russian spy'. 

The Queen had been briefed about Blunt's secret confession (not that she needed to be) but he continued to work in all the royal palaces as the official advisor on her art collection and Victor Rothschild turned up to at least one dinner party with his friend Blunt years after his admission of spying. 

Meanwhile, other British spies such as John Vassall, a clerk at the British embassy in Moscow whose homosexuality was used to blackmail him, was jailed for 18 years when he was not in the same league of treachery as Blunt. 

What a joke it all it.




The Windsors would have also known that Blunt was a paedophile and it is no surprise to me whatsoever after hearing him named many times that he has turned up on the alleged lists of visitors to the Elm Guest House. The stories have long circulated about his procurement of young boys, mostly from 'care' homes, and his paedophile parties.

These include how Blunt would murder children through asphyxiation while they were being raped because of the apparent sexual 'high' these sickest of people get from this. One rapist would be a masked man said to be a royal or a Rothschild (same thing) who always wore socks even when otherwise naked. He became known as the 'Soxon Rothschild'. 

Blunt also ran a paedophile ring and was a friend of Stephen Ward who was at the centre of the Profumo Affair in early 1960s when the British Secretary of State for War John Profumo was exposed for having an affair with the model and dancer Christine Keeler , who was also having a relationship with Eugene Ivanov, a Russian military attaché.




Key events in the story happened at Cliveden, the Buckinghamshire mansion owned by the Astor family, and the usual suspects were involved, although of course not named, including Lord Mountbatten and Prince Philip. Stephen Ward was the fall-guy in the story and he 'committed suicide' to keep himself quiet. You know how it goes.

Blunt and his boyfriend, the former Irish Guards bandsman John Gaskin, lived in a flat at the Courtauld Institute of Art off London's Oxford Street where Blunt was director, and Gaskin would go out trawling public toilets for young men drunk or drugged enough to bring back for Blunt's pleasure.

When Gaskin began to blab about Blunt's activities, he 'fell' out of a window and landed on railings some distance below. Miraculously he survived, but later he is said to have thrown himself in front of a train five years after Blunt had died in 1983.

The royal family of course knew all about his paedophilia and child murder just as they knew about their close friend for decades, Jimmy Savile. Blunt once went for tea with his cousin the Queen Mother and took with him a 12 year old boy, according to a footman who said that he overheard her tell Blunt: 'You will keep my secrets and I will keep yours.'

And my god, they both had some.




The Queen Mother, a high Satanist, got away with it all her life thanks to a simple technique: smile when they're watching. Her daughter has yet to grasp that one. 

I understand why so many people find it impossible to comprehend that members of the royal family, political leaders and feted academics, entertainers and big banking and corporate names would be involved in paedophilia, murder and human sacrifice, but they are. 

I have been exposing the paedophile and child killing British Prime Minister Ted Heath since my book The Biggest Secret was first published in 1998 and this was backed up this week by barrister Michael Shrimpton, a former immigration judge and now an Intelligence and national security consultant. Shrimpton has an extensive intelligence background both sides of the Atlantic and he has written a book called Spyhunter which he hopes to publish this year.



Shrimpton said in an interview on community radio that Heath was a paedophile who murdered his young boy victims, or had others do it, often by throwing them into the sea after he had abused them on his series of yachts called Morning Cloud - one in particular that won the Sydney to Hobart race and then sank off Jersey in 1974 after Heath had sold it to a Jersey resident. 

Shrimpton said, as I have, that the record-breaking paedophile and BBC 'star' Jimmy Savile supplied boys for Heath - many of them from the Jersey children's home, Haut de la Garenne, with the support of those who ran the home.




Savile and Heath.

Shrimpton goes on:

There are people who are still alive who are involved in the paedophile scandal and obviously I am not going to name them on a radio programme but the most prominent paedophile associated with the Savile ring was a man called Edward Heath who you may recall was Prime Minister.

Heath was recruited by the Germans in 1937, I have said this in Spyhunter. Heath was into little boys and Savile was supplying them. A number of these boys were taken out the Haut de la Garenne in Jersey. Savile was taking children from a children's home with support of German assets in Jersey.

My own view is that the 'German' networks that Shrimpton talks about were controlled in the background, just like Britain, Russia, and the United States etc., by the Rothschilds and their lackeys. The same is true of the Nazi scientists, engineers, geneticists and mind controllers sent to the United States after the war under the code-named Operation Paperclip to set up NASA, the mind-control programme MKUltra, and much else. 

Germany has been a Rothschild fiefdom since the infamous occult family called Bauer changed their name to Rothschild in the 18th century and it is also used as a conduit for their activities by the Vatican wing of the conspiracy, the Jesuits, Knights of Malta, Knights Templar and Opus Dei. The Vatican was heavily involved in the 'rat runs' that transported those Nazis to the United States under Operation Paperclip.




Lenny Harper was the deputy head of Jersey police who had his career destroyed for the crime of genuinely investigating what happened to children at Haut de la Garenne. He searched for graves, but none were found because Michael Shrimpton said there weren't any: 

The boys were in fact being taken to a boat, it happened to be Edward Heath's boat or yacht and they were murdered and thrown overboard so there is no point sadly in looking for their grave ... they don't have any grave except the sea. 

That's why the BBC and the Cabinet Office have been so keen to protect Savile; that is why the cabinet office in the 1980s were willing to back Savile to the point of giving him a position of authority at Broadmoor [a high-security psychiatric hospital] ... you don't put a paedophile in charge of Broadmoor. It's like putting a lunatic in charge of the asylum or a drunk in charge of a brewery or David Cameron in charge of a government ...

Shrimpton rightly said that Lenny Harper was a very competent and very courageous police officer who 'was up against a Cabinet Office-backed paedophile ring and the investigation that he was conducting was at some professional risk ... 

... Indeed I suspect his life was also at risk at one point because he was getting close to some very uncomfortable truths about people in the Cabinet Office, GO2 [British Intelligence] in London and certain people in Jersey in the German network.

Shrimpton says that Heath's paedophilia and murder of children was covered up by his Cabinet Secretary John Hunt, Baron Hunt of Tanworth, who Shrimpton says was also a paedophile. There are interesting parallels between Hunt and Savile. 

Hunt was appointed by the Queen to be a Companion, Knight Commander and Knight Grand Cross of the British Order of chivalry known as The Most Honourable Order of the Bath of which the Queen is the head and Prince Charles the Grand Master. Hunt was also given a Papal Knighthood by Pope John Paul II - so was Jimmy Savile who was also knighted by the Queen.




Savile and Hunt were both given a Papal knighthood by the biggest child-abuse network on Planet Earth - the Roman Catholic Church (Church of Babylon relocated).

Michael Shrimpton highlights a fact that I have come across constantly over the years - that children abused by famous people, especially in the worlds of politics and royalty, are then killed to protect the identity of their abuser. He said: 

If the children are and I am afraid with paedophilia we sometimes have babies being abused but if you are not talking babies, you are talking toddlers who are able to recognise the people that are abusing them ... since you are talking about people who are on television, people who are high profile, you have to murder the children in order to protect your asset. 

So for the Germans [I would say Rothschilds] it was essential that the boys ... were being taken onto the yacht [for] a death ride. When Jimmy Savile was taking let's say a fourteen year old boy down to Morning Cloud, handing him over to Edward Heath or a member of the crew on the yacht, it was a death ride, that was that boy's last journey on earth because there was no way in the world with him recognising Edward Heath that he could be allowed back on shore and Savile must have known this ...

I named Edward Heath as a serial paedophile and child killer in my book, The Biggest Secret, first published in 1998 - seven years before he died. I also named him and his Chancellor of the Exchequer Anthony Barber as practicing Satanists, as I did the leading members of the royal family.




Anthony Barber.

Heath was read what I said by an excuse for a 'journalist' days after publication and he did nothing because to do so would have had the truth exposed in court - as it would be now if anyone from the Thatcher cesspit wants a go. Michael Shrimpton mentions Barber in his interview as being in league with Heath and Cabinet Secretary Hunt.

You can hear the whole interview with Michael Shrimpton at the end of this article and he also talks about what he says happened to the abducted little girl Madeleine McCann, the assassination of Princess Diana, the murder of weapons expert David Kelly who could have trashed the lies used to justify the Blair invasion of Iraq, and what Shrimpton says was the murder of former British Foreign Secretary Robin Cook. 

Now let us assess what this tells us about the royal family and the Conservative Party administrations of Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher between 1979 and 1990. Thatcher replaced Heath as party leader in 1975 and went on to be the next Conservative Prime Minister.


The implications for both the royal family and Thatcher are as follows:

Jimmy Savile was a close friend of Lord Mountbatten, Prince Philip and Prince Charles from the 1960s and this continued for decades AFTER the cover up of Heath's paedophilia and child murder in association with Savile. You mean they didn't KNOW? Is someone having a laugh? British Intelligence didn't know? Ditto. 

British Intelligence didn't know that a record-breaking paedophile had been interviewed by police but not charged on a number of occasions for sexual abuse against minors and didn't know about his legendary sexual abuses over 54 years? Of course they knew, but some at MI5 and MI6 would have been among his clients. 

A British newspaper quoted a 'Buckingham Palace insider' as saying that Prince Charles 'was furious that he was never informed about suspicions that Savile was a pervert who preyed on children.' The 'insider' said 'the Palace have been on to the security services to see why they were not informed' and the source continued:

The Queen, Philip, Charles and others want to know why no-one picked up a phone to tell them a child abuser was being allowed in royal homes and meeting with senior royals and their families ...

What a load of baloney. I'll tell you why they didn't pick up the phone -they were already well aware that the royals knew and had done so since paedophile Mountbatten brought Savile into the fold as a child procurer in the 1960s. 

This is the same royal family that employed at close range another infamous paedophile and child murderer, Anthony Blunt, and like so many paedophiles and killers they gave him a knighthood - as they did Savile. British Intelligence didn't know what Blunt was doing? He worked for them as well as moonlighting for the Rothschilds and the KGB.




Sir Maurice Oldfield

British Intelligence, while employing I am sure many genuine people, has been infested by Satanists and paedophiles including the former head of the Secret Intelligence Service, or MI6, Sir Maurice Oldfield. He was a friend and associate of Victor Rothschild and one of his haunts was the Kincora Boys' Home in Belfast, Northern Ireland, along with Establishment paedophiles like Mountbatten and Heath. 

The Kincora abuse scandal broke in the 1980s but naturally the small fry were netted while the big fish swam away in the cesspool they inhabit. Oldfield was another paedophile given a knighthood by the royals and he was also made a member of the Most Distinguished Order of Saint Michael and Saint George, another royal 'chivalry' order in their web of elite groupings and secret societies. 

So now to Margaret Thatcher: She and her husband Denis became such close friends with Jimmy Savile that he was invited to join them for New Year's Eve every year for more than a decade - and this was AFTER the Conservative Party cover up of Edward Heath's paedophile and child murders committed in concert with Savile.



Thatcher's government and circle of associates and aides was alive with paedophiles including Chester MP Peter Morrison, a close aide to Thatcher from 1975 to 1990. He was an open-secret paedophile, well known to colleagues, the media and the Chester police, and yet Thatcher and her Cabinet and inner circle did NOTHING while he was abusing boys in North Wales children's homes and elsewhere. Anyone in that Thatcher circle MUST have known. Thatcher minister Edwina Currie wrote in her published diaries:

One appointment in the recent reshuffle has attracted a lot of gossip and could be very dangerous: Peter Morrison has become the PM's PPS[Parliamentary Private Secretary]. Now he's what they call a 'noted pederast', with a liking for young boys; he admitted as much to [Conservative Party chairman] Norman Tebbit when he became deputy chairman of the party but added' 'However, I'm very discreet' - and he must be! She [Thatcher] either knows and is taking a chance, or doesn't; either way, it's a really dumb move[by then Morrison had been a close aide for 15 years - what does Currie mean Thatcher may not know?].

[Conservative MP] Teresa Gorman told me this evening (in a taxi coming back from a drinks party at the BBC) that she inherited Morrison's (woman) agent, who claimed to have been offered money to keep quiet about his activities. It scares me as all the press know, and as we get closer to the election someone is going to make trouble, very close to her indeed.

Note that Currie doesn't explain why she didn't go to the police or the media to demand that something be done about Morrison - it is only a case of how his activities could affect her party and the demand therefore that he better be discreet. 

It was Currie, as a health minister with responsibility for high security hospitals under Health Secretary Kenneth Clarke, who appointed Savile to run a taskforce at Broadmoor in the 1980s which he exploited to abuse patients.




Morrison and Thatcher. 'Hague' is William Hague, the current Foreign Secretary who was Welsh Secretary when the North Wales 'care' home scandal broke in which Morrison was involved.

The wider implications of paedophile politicians and royalty are far greater than even the sickening abuse of children. It means that paedophiles in power can be blackmailed to change society through legislation in ways that the blackmailers demand or else. 

The Rothschilds operating out of Britain, Germany, France and Rome have been the force behind the creation of what is now the European Union on their way to a global fascist dictatorship based on a world government, army, bank and currency,

Edward Heath was completely controlled by the Rothschilds (in my view, what Michael Shrimpton calls the Germans) because of his paedophilia and child murder. Rothschild asset Heath was the most constant and vocal advocate over decades of Britain's entry into the then European Economic Community (EEC) and it was Heath as prime minister who signed Britain's entry on January 1st 1973.

Heath's policies during his premiership between 1970 and 74 were largely dictated by a Think Tank called the Central Policy Review Staff which was headed by ... Lord Victor Rothschild. One of the policies was the industrialisation and chemicalisation of farming methods which Rothschild had championed as chairman of the Agricultural Research Council from 1948 to 1958. 

Rothschild was a frequent guest of Heath at the prime minister's country residence at Chequers, west of London, from where Heath and his Chancellor Anthony Barber would attend satanic rituals at Burnham Beeches, an area of woodland owned by 'The City' (London's financial centre) and so in truth owned by the secret societies that control The City (see The Biggest Secret).




Harold Wilson.

Victor Rothschild was also close to Heath's political opponent, the Labour Party Prime Minister and another paedophile, Harold Wilson. Either Wilson or Heath was in Downing Street from 1964 to 1975 and both were attached to strings held by Rothschild. 

It was during a Wilson premiership that Rothschild arranged for the covert export of plutonium to Israel to establish their now massive nuclear weapons programme (see ... And The Truth Shall Set You Free). 

Victor Rothschild was the force behind the expansion of nuclear power and worked in support of this by manipulating the miners' strikes of the Heath years which at one time led to Britain moving to a three-day working week to conserve energy. Several anti-nuclear protestors met unexplained or suspicious deaths.




Rothschild became senior security advisor to Margaret Thatcher at the same time that his Rothschild Zionist associate and royal knight Sir Colin Figures was head of MI6. Rothschild was also the instigator behind the sacking of BBC Director General Alasdair Milne in 1987 after Thatcher had appointed his friend Marmaduke Hussey as head of the BBC governors.

I was at the BBC at the time and met Milne. He was the last genuine defender of the BBC's independence and it's all been downhill ever since - exactly as planned. 

These are the wheels within wheels turning all the time under the cover of official versions of events which are repeated without question by the mainstream media. The cement that holds it all together is Satanism, paedophilia and secret societies. 

Police chiefs have announced this week that their initial inquiry into political paedophilia in Britain, known as Operation Fairbank, is going to be joined by a full-blown investigation into the historical abuse at the Elm Guest House called Operation Fernbridge while Fairbank will continue to follow up other leads.




Fairbank was established after Labour MP Tom Watson asked Prime Minister David Cameron in a parliamentary question about evidence he had of a widespread paedophile ring operating out of 10 Downing Street under a previous prime minister. 

Several politicians, including an ever-recurring Thatcher cabinet minister, a Thatcher promoter and a very famous singer are on a list of people said to have visited the Elm Guest House along with Anthony Blunt in the 1980s - the Thatcher years. 

Also on the list are a number of members of the Monday Club, a far-right faction within the Conservative Party which supported the apartheid regime in South Africa. 

Thatcher aide Derek Laud was the first black member of the Monday Club as he was the first black master of foxhounds in the country - both environments normally far from welcoming and conducive to black people. He was given the nickname 'Golly'.



This is the same Derek Laud, a long-time friend of Prime Minister David Cameron and his wife, Samantha, and a guest at their wedding, who was accused of paedophile activity by the now defunct Scallywag magazine in the 1990s along with Thatcher Treasurer Lord McAlpine who was in the news recently protesting his innocent after similar allegations surfaced. Neither chose to sue Scallywag all those years ago. 

The evidence for an enormous paedophile ring operating within the royal palaces, Downing Street and the Westminster Parliament is overwhelming and if the police do not make arrests of big political and royal names so they can be questioned under caution then police investigations will be shown to be a cover up given the evidence that is mounting all the time. 

The British Establishment with its worldwide reach and influence is indeed looking over the abyss.

Barrister and Intelligence Insider Michael Shrimpton talking about Jimmy Savile and Ted Heath


Michael Shrimpton also describes what he says happened to the abducted little girl Madeleine McCann, the assassination of Princess Diana, the murder of weapons expert Dr David Kelly who could have trashed the lies used to justify the Blair invasion of Iraq, and what he says was the murder of former British Foreign Secretary Robin Cook.

I can't confirm what he says about Madeleine or Cook but for sure I can with everything else with regard to Heath, Savile and the Conservative Party and government. Nor do I agree with all of his assumptions about who was behind it all, and certainly not that British Intelligence are the 'good guys'. But it is very interesting information very much worth hearing.