J17 0E0 registration…

…I did my equivalent of ZOOLANDER‘s ‘blue ice’ look today…whilst wheeling my bike in front of this ‘very posh sedate black car’…chauffeur-driven…the car was waiting in a queue to turn out of ELLIS ROAD…with a sort of ‘TONY BLAIR’ notary, in the passenger seat…and I put up my RIGHT HAND to say thank you to the chauffeur and also ‘talk to the hand’ to the man who was being driven by him…

I am still puzzling as to why I did that one…but ‘HENRY’ knows…a big joke…in my JESUIT ORANGE PUFFER JACKET…and the guy in the passenger seat, immediately turned sideways so that I couldn’t see his face properly…

…unlike SCARLETT whose head would have hit either the dashboard or his hands at that point…see previous notes in relation to my chauffeuring SCARLETT up North (to Scotland in point of fact) in 1980…and got picked up by a ‘speed trap’ police car, somewhere around Wolverhampton on a B road, in the countryside…I have already recounted that story many times…mainly because it made me laugh so much…so I will not do so again. My only defence is that SCARLETT was so hung over that day…he wanted to nap in the front seat…he woke up half an hour later - out of B’HAM and spluttered ‘are we there yet?’ I coolly informed him that we were only just out of B’HAM…and so he said ‘put your foot on it’…I promptly got picked up for speeding, by a ‘nesting‘ police car, in a small layby, over a crossroads…and had to ad-lib a lot, to get us off the hook…we were going to a funeral…’he is upset - it was his mother’ and that is why he is cowering with his head in his hands, and will not let you see his face, sort of thing…and we got let off as ‘harmless loonies’ I suppose…in relation to the ‘situation’ and my promises that I would keep within the speed limits for the rest of the journey. I didn’t even have a driving licence (I wasn‘t underage - I was 17 - see UK laws)…but that never bothered the ill…I have driven all over the world…for the CIA in the main…and with an international licence…no longer in my possession - such is life.

The first time that I ever drove a car…it was my mother’s…upon RIMINGTON’s instructions…at about 8 years old…from Combs, Suffolk to Walton on the Naze…on my own….but that is another story that I have probably repeated a few times too…and it is an account which most ill cult slaves will identify with and testify to, according to their own experience…it was an ill cult rite of passage, as a child…to be made to do the above. ‘Special children’ eh? You can see where THE MIDWICH CUCKOOS story came from…not out of a vacuum, that is for sure. The only story in print, as far as I can recall, which got ‘high profile viewing’ was GERI HALLIDAY’s.

‘talk to the hand’….now you know where the Afro-Caribbean and Black African populations got that one from…straight out of an ill cult programmer’s manual…and they exposed it to the world as their own appropriated cultural ‘common practice’…and by doing so, they exposed one of the seminal SLAVE-DRIVER’s commands. See previous references to the CAKE WALK.

“Talk to the hand, baby”

I used to love that, on American chat-shows….JERRY SPRINGER etc…

The send-up of TALMUDDY practices was an enormous ‘unexploded cultural joke’ in a way…TOMLINSON under the trees, educating his ‘Labrador puppies’:

“the leaves of the trees, the leaves of the book…the palm of my hand…the palm tree…obey the hand (right hand held up - palm forward, with immensely STERN look on face - the STOP command)…’ etc etc…all executed in forceful hypnotic mind control programmer elocution…what a laugh.

…and then through the TREES behind him…his BROTHERS or BRETHREN emerged…the TASCHMANN BROTHERS…who were his ‘friends’ who would take further ‘mentoring sessions’ with the puppies…who were rounded up, enclosed and tortured…for PRINCE PHILIP. No escape eh? Not if you didn’t know the insanity of the TALMUD and had some inkling or forewarning that it was all CRAP.

Great aunt EMILIE had told me that it was all crap, in so many telepathic words at that party to celebrate my father’s birthday and HELEN’s belated 21st birthday party…she had just been made to ‘face’ the man that she thought was her reincarnated husband, whom she had dearly loved (even though he had beaten her up on a regular basis) I.e. that her husband had reincarnated as MARTIN GILL who was to meet her, at that garden party…she began to cry…and then told me the lot…words to the effect of ‘they are all DEAD now’ (her generation and her parental generation) and for once, she could speak the truth…it had to be stopped, it was all evil…all of it.

However, great aunt EMILIE still ‘believed’…and after GILL had given her his email address in NY…she sent ‘love letters’ via email to him in French - which he had difficulty in translating accurately…and so asked for help…it was all so cruel.

EMILIE figured that all of them were wrong…including COLETTE her eldest sister, and her father…it was all wrong and it had to be stopped. EMILIE was the youngest of the three sisters.

DING DONG WELL…

Dingle, dangle, dongle…

…and if we get rid of the lot…all of this ill cult filth…expose it to the world…we are doing well.

The youngest sister, was VICTORIA BECKHAM in this particular working of the ill cult program.

MARK R had got a hold on me…to access memories…from my childhood…in an attempt to restart the program, as far as I can see…and now I am ENDING it by exposing it to the world, upon this blog.

MARK R loved the ROYALS and he loved the MAUS HAUS…he wanted to be ‘just like them’…that was his biggest problem…

Yet in the end, with enough encouragement…he decided that was most probably not, the way to go…

Did RIMINGTON love the MAUS HAUS?

She hadn’t tried to escape…she had sat near to the front door, in the living room…concentrating…GILL and myself then came around the front to open the door…you could only open it from the front…we had all been locked inside…funny how you didn’t need a key from the outside…just a handle. The ROYALS couldn’t be bothered with KEYS for it - lucky for us. No handle upon her side, though.

You might ask why we didn’t just break the front door down or the glass of the walls? I guess that is because we had all been forced back into childhood programming as test-tube WHITE MICE…and we didn’t even think that it was possible…

The only way of escape…was out the top, down the rung ladder, attached to the building…and then get torn apart by ROTHSCHILD guard-dogs…

GILL projected HSBC ‘spider’ and that got the ROTHSCHILD to back off…I ‘got’ the man in charge of his dogs…

So EMB laughed at the whole thing…one hopes with relief…HSBC SPIDERMAN had got one over the ROTHSCHILDS…

Make of it what you will…because the whole thing is related to that curious twist of fate…a changing of the hands of power…a transfer of power from the TEMPLAR LONDON banking cult…to the centralisation of financial power in HONG KONG and then ‘back again’…accordingly…in relation to the ill cult UBER financial INTERNATIONAL system, being punctured like an old tyre…hacked to pieces…and from so many quarters, districts, small villages in Africa…you name it…

So in summary…the ill are finding it hard to understand the ‘financial world’ for once in their lives…none of their ‘predictions’ or their ‘manuals of the future set in stone’ are coming true…I wonder how that makes them feel?

CAMERON announces one day, that the UK is going through a terrible economic crisis from which it is hardly likely to recover…the next day he announces that we are ‘already out of it’…the next day he announces that more massive cuts in the NHS are necessary…he hasn’t got a clue, has he?

Why am I referring to him as CAMERON - the Scottish contingent ask me…his name is JOHNSON, PERCY JOHNSON and a dry martini…shaken, not stirred.

I guess you won’t be wanting the OLIVES then? As TANYA was to point out about ANDREW MARR and his ‘lick it up’ session in front of all his party guests…oh, I haven’t mentioned that one?

A large ‘media party’ given at their flat…MARR indulged himself in a dare…to eat 3 bottles of OLIVES…he had drunk a large amount of whiskey beforehand but hey, the guy was lucid…he can handle his drink.

He then projectile vomited the lot onto their ‘shagpile’…although TANYA was miffed about that one - not lower-class shagpile…just ‘deep, luxorious’ etc etc…and highly expensive carpeting.

The assorted guests were then amazed to see the outcome of that one:

Tanya gave him the eye and said:

“Clean it up”

He turned into her most obedient and begging slave…how should he do it…what did she want…a dustpan and brush…no, that wasn’t what he wanted…note the HE here…

TANYA then said:

“eat them up”

So he went on hands and knees and began to do it…until guests stopped him.

TANYA tried to explain to guests that this was what he really, really wanted.

However, certain guests figured that this was NOT what they really, really wanted…watching a guy licking up the olives and whiskey…

You see, you have to balance everything…okay MARR was obviously enjoying the ‘ritual abasement’ by his beloved goddess…and TANYA was quite right upon that one….but that put his pleasure before ours…and we didn’t like the sight of it…so somebody eventually barked at him to stop it…in fact quite a few people did.

If you understand how some people were so programmed by the ill cult that the PAIN principle turned into PLEASURE and the intricacies of that one, then you have ‘got there’ with ANDREW MARR. He loved TANYA and he worshipped at her feet…she wasn’t ‘uncomfortable’ about whipping him and other TEMPLARS like him, at the TEMPLAR CASTLE…she simply understood that this was what they liked…and if it doesn’t harm them irrevocably…where is the harm in it?

ROZ was similar at the CIA LAB with MCDONALD, SC, OBAMA etc…”they like a bit of that, now and then”

However, in relation to the above media party…it also depends upon your guests…they were invited, after all…and what you want to do in private, isn’t necessarily what your guests want to see in public. They like to have an ‘illusion’ or two, about you…now and then.

OTHER NOTES:

“anybody want to write a book upon social etiquette and Sadism/Masochism?” says MCDONALD.