Zombies thrive and live on the living because they are DEAD inside.
There is one woman that I can always go back to. My personal hero.
I have lived in Ulster twice. Once as a serving soldier. Once as a “wife of” a serving soldier.
About 3 years ago when the hatred began against me on yt, a certain person made a video and in the live chat (after I’d talked here several times about Dolores) chatters were saying how a woman in the video looked so much like that girl from the Cranberries.
I may be a freaking freak but I have (like my father) a photographic memory.
Dolores O’Riordan was sexually abused by her local CATHOLIC priest.
Her mother refused to believe her.
I never told my parents about my abuse. I’d’ve been hit from here to kingdom come.
There is an amazing Lebanese restaurant right beside the fountains. When we were there and asked where we wanted to go and eat – we chose that place.
Their humus was to die for.
But the restaurant was dry. As in zero alcohol. But we knew where to go. Around the fountains, through the arch, down the arcade and BINGO. A bar where you could smoke and that had ICE-COLD Guinness on tap.
One night I left him and her (brother and sister) in the bar and walked back to the fountains.
They were playing this……….
Buttinski – we were living in the Burg Khalifa at the time. A little walk away via the Dubai Mall. OH. And they both shouted at me for disappearing. Sigh.
I have personal experience here. Via my husband who (to this day) is the longest serving RMP Close Protection Unit trainer ever.
I also worked for the M.O.D. as Admin Officer to the training wing of the RMP Close Protection Unit. I was their back up when the paper work/training schedules/incoming news went awry
We were primarily military but our bosses were the FCO.
Lee was NEVER CPU trained. He NEVER served abroad on a CPU team protecting a British Ambassador in a WAR ZONE.
He’s protected Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman and Sly Stallone. And such like.
We know men that we had at the CPU who went to Fayed’s CP team to make easy money. The man was a bleep according to our contacts. He was bigger than royalty and much more important.
This is a true story of someone making money off someone else.
She just happened to be called Diana.
P.S. My husband often refuses to wear a seat belt. It annoys me no end. But that’s part of his training and IRL experience.
Lee, ex-Royal Military Policeman, martial arts champion, private military contractor and expert in close protection, added that it was standard practice for the family to wear seatbelts, an order sent down from Mohamed Al-Fayed.
He made the comments while discussing his new book, ‘The Bodyguard’, about his life as an expert in close protection, calling it ‘the story of the real bodyguard’.
Over the course of his career, Lee worked with the rich and famous, such as Hollywood stars Tom and Nicole, Pele, and Sylvester Stallone, and in the book he gives a candid account of what it’s like to work in a job where lives are literally at stake.
At the time of Diana’s death, he was a part of Mohamed Al-Fayed’s protection team, the owner of Hôtel Ritz Paris and formerly Harrods department store and Fulham FC.
P.S. I just keep hearing one song. From the film The Bodyguard. Going back to Dubai Fountains and another REAL LIFE experience.
Mental and Emotional abuse – by their very nature – are subjective.
There is nothing physical there. No broken bones, no DNA of semen, no tracks in blood, no weapon to recover and analyse.
What Social Media has done is perpetrate the most insidious and “circumstantial” form of abuse.
Victims are chosen. They become the prey of a group of people with evil intent and zero accountability.
This “gang” can get away with the destruction of too much and know that they will NEVER be convicted of a heinous crime against humanity.
A snarky comment here. A stolen piece of someone else’s life there. An unbelievably stupid lie told but backed up by a multitude of others. A “fact” spoken with such plausible authority that it would be surly to question it.
I grew up in a very violent household. When Dad stopped, Mum started. Hair torn out by the roots. Blood flowing. Bruises that take weeks to heal. Strangulation marks around my neck and a croaky voice.
THIS I CAN DEAL WITH.
What’s so painful about today’s abuse is it leaves not a single bruise or broken bone or blood spatter. It’s not done out of passion or a moment of madness.
IT IS PLANNED WITH MALICE AFORETHOUGHT.
And every single time the victim exposes this truth, their plan kicks up another gear.
I KNOW. I’ve had my life destroyed by it. With not a single physical injury to prove it.
These people are good at their evil. These people are EXPERTS.
The slow cooker is paying for itself already. Yesterday I cooked a chicken in it and had the foresight to leave all the juicy juices, chicken stock and leftovers in said pot.
I NEED CHICKEN SOUP FOR MY SOUL.
Jackie recipe :
Randomly dice up one onion, a few carrots, a few potatoes and fry them gently in olive oil for some time. Add the juices from the crockpot plus more Chicken Oxo cube stock and a splash of herbes de provence. Simmer until all the veg is tender.
Let the pan cool, add a few chunks of rescued chicken then bash it all about a lot with a whizzy thing until you get a smooth something – I had to add a bit of milk here to help the whizz.
Season to taste. Lots of salt and pepper.
Fry off some bacon lardons. Add to the mix.
I have some double cream to hand and may go a bit creamy when I add the rest of the chicken and reheat everything about 5pm.
The seventeenth book to feature the classic crime-solving detective, Chief Inspector Wexford.
A by-pass is planned in the sleepy village of Kingsmarkham, a move that would destroy its peace and natural habitat forever. Wexford’s wife Dora joins the protest movement, but Wexford must be more circumspect. Trouble is expected.
Before the protesters even have a chance to make their presence felt, the badly decomposed body of a young woman is discovered. Burden believes he knows the identity of the murderer, but Wexford is not convinced.
Just as Wexford is about to investigate the murder, a number of people disappear – including Dora Wexford. The Chief Inspector must battle with his powerful emotions and solve the case immediately, before his wife is placed in any mortal danger…
I’m more on this vibe in the vid below :o)
P.S. I live with a UK POLICE TRAINED ADVANCED DRIVER. My Dad was one. And so is my brother. TRUTH.
I told FEB through a private email that someone was using my dead father’s name as a commenter on his channel and he’d already agreed with another Think Tanker that I was EVIL so he carried on abusing me in comments.
UAP declared that he’d invented something to cure psoriasis – which my youngest son has SUFFERED from since he was 3 years old. I’d already asked this channel creator (in private) to please stop his fave subs and mods from continuing their full on hate campaign against me. IGNORED.
My son’s daily pain – IGNORED.
Jon Levi promoted Sarah Tonen and “her” work based on Fomenko and NC – stolen word for word from me – along with Thin Lizzy and much more. I objected as the video played. JL deleted said video with nary an apology for the totally disgusting and very personal – against me – comments that his dearly God loved subs wrote to me.
These people. YOU TRUST THEM?
They don’t give a shit about YOU. They have one single care. THEMSELVES.
GOD’s HONEST TRUTH from someone who has seen them operate as so-called human people.
Greta Brookes had so many haters and bans from the “tartaria” alt hists and their flying monkeys that she lost her life. Surely that was enough for them?
Not a bit of it.
Forget FEB and JL
– this came from a family that I’d supported with words and CASH. I never got a thank you from the family. Just a video where Dave agreed with Gracie and pretended to ban me.
I’d changed my yt profile to escape the hatred. Fernley Dale?
That was my part of my dead mother’s name.
Fernley’s mother’s ID card.
How nice of Gracie and partner to say that. NOT
Then FEB had a new commenter called David Greig. I sent an email to Martin telling him what was happening but he cared not one bit. Like ALL of the people in the shot of MY ytchan – they are so heartless they can use our dead loved ones to taunt and destroy us.
The very worst of all was a channel called UAP and his partner VENUS ROSE. They revelled in the fall of Greta Brookes…….but not so much that both of them could not steal and use her work to make money for themselves.
Beware False Prophets and The Devil’s Daughter. Sneaky as eff.
P.S. Even now SHE is posting about how LUST is good and make a person think they are in LOVE. Perfect Mates those two. Entertainment Purposes ONLY.
This really goes way back before Dan Green and Dan Brown to The Holy Blood & The Holy Grail.
Wow. So much fame and fortune has been made from this.
I’ve been interested in “Dan Green” for a long time because of his links to Lincoln. And the Cathedral there.
Why? Well. Lincoln seems to have a special place in this whole thing.
The Da Vinci scenes filmed in Lincoln.
“Dan Green” living in Lincoln.
I have no qualms with what is now called “The Holy Bloodline.” It’s basic. Man meets woman. Gets jiggy. Child born.
My own research into the Magdalene led me down very different roads that seem to suggest the MSM’s fave Conspiracy Theory would make “Jesus” not only a child molester but incestuous. The common theme for today’s mind-set.
WHO IS MOTHER MARY?
P.S, I stopped listening to late night Radio (Luxemburg) when I was very young. I’m now old enough to value my sleep :o)
I’ve been mired in genealogy again. Not quite as brain-destroying as Medieval Welsh families but close.
So many names and stories and histories that have crossed my path over the decades are converging in an investigation of just one man’s life.
Robert Devereux is fascinating. He’s also very connected to Sir Philip Sidney. And if you know your Tudor history – the name Sir Francis Walsingham will be quite familiar.
Sir FW’s daughter, Frances, married Philip Sidney and their only child was Elizabeth Sidney. See yesterday’s posts?
Shakespeare’s Muse of Fire (Phil) died aged around 31 and his wife then married Robert Devereux.
Robert was the brother of Penelope, who was the mother of Henry Rich —- who was the first extra-marital lover of Marie de Rohan and a close friend of George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, who married Katherine Manners, who was the niece of Sir Roger Manners who married Elizabeth Sidney.
SMH. It gets even worse from here. I haven’t even started on the Italians :o)
We lived just over a handful of miles from Wilton House – twice.
I used to visit it. An amazing place. A visit now would make it even more amazing for me !
Why Wilton House?
Here’s where I first met Sir Philip Sidney.
The house was owned by the Earl of Pembroke – husband of Sidney’s sister, Mary.
I swear that it’s here (but my brain may be faulty!!!) that there is an astonishing portrait of Henri Quatre, King of France, husband of Marie de Medici and father of Louis XIII and Henriette Marie, right at the top of a staircase.
Now there’s a nice link :o)
P.S. At about 25 seconds into the video below you’ll see a bridge. I remember VIVIDLY standing there and watching the water flow underneath.
It’s been almost 2 years since we lost Tsar. He was our 4th GSD and my baby.
I’m just about ready for another dog in my life. The boys would love one too so that’s 3 against one.
Our first GSD was with us when my eldest was born. Doggy came to Ulster with us and him and the little boy had such a wonderful relationship. To this day I can’t figure out how the two of them worked the scam but one or ‘t’other would distract me when my son was in his high chair eating and I’d suddenly find the dog finishing off the kid’s meal, on the floor, amongst loads of baby giggles.
There are NO bad dogs. Only bad owners. And GSD’s will protect their human family from all and everything.
Sometimes one’s child can say a sentence and bring a whole bunch of stuff to mind.
This morning he said : Mother. We’ve not seen a rat in the garden for months now. I’m a brilliant rat-trapper.
He’s also the one who kick started my brain many months ago when I was talking about those medieval faces on churches that were NOT gargoyles because they weren’t water-spouts. They were…..urm…..parental brain freeze.
Grotesques, Mother. They are called grotesques.
Offspring come in handy quite often :o)
I’m feeling a Rats and Gargoyles vibe and it’s grotesque.
So many are living in the CULT of fantasy. And less than a handful can escape this prison of their own making.
Two videos. One point.
Never try to make friends with a rat. No matter who pretty or witty or handsome they tell you they are!