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Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Diana - Court Jews, Court Arabs and the House of Jack the Ripper

"Dynamism is usually the result of disequilibrium. My disequilibrium comes from the very fact that I’m a foreigner… 

I’m a Jew to the Catholics, a Catholic to the Jews, an Englishman to the French, and a Frenchman to the English. 

I’ve always been neither one thing nor the other – which is an unsettling thing to be. " 
- Goldsmith

"I am entirely for free enterprise and free markets. But I’m not for the destruction of one’s society. "

"In the primal world, man’s relationship with nature is not one of exploitation, but one of harmony. In the modern western tradition, however, the natural world is something to be investigated, explained and ultimately used. "

"There’s a huge conflict of interest between shareholders and managers. A shareholder wants value, a business to grow in value… In other words he invests for profit. A manager if he has no shares, quite often managers not for profit, but manages to create an empire to create managers for size rather than value. Why? Because if he can create a vast empire he gets the trappings of an emperor. He gets private planes and cars and assistants and secretaries… He can give this to that university. He gets his knighthood and is a man of great importance. And therefore as far as he is concerned, size is more important than value. As far as owners are concerned, shareholders, value is more important than size. Now shareholders, if they’re intelligent will motivate management by making them shareholders so as to align interest. "

Al Dunlap, upon receiving a million-pound advance cheque from Brown Brothers Harriman : ‘Are you sure this check is not going to bounce?’ 

Goldsmith : My dear boy, that is where the blue bloods bank. It is not going to bounce. 

"I do not accept, that economic growth is the principle measure of the success of nations."
- Sir James Goldsmith 

"The purpose of the economy is to serve the true needs of society: prosperity, social stability and contentment. "
- Sir James Goldsmith 

The "Goldsmith" version "had been circulating in aristocratic circles for a long time."

Officially, Diana was the daughter of the Earl Spencer and Frances Shand Kydd.

Sources have long maintained that Goldsmith was conducting an affair with Frances around the time that Diana was conceived.

Nobody denies that the affair took place, "at a time when Frances was deeply unhappy in her marriage to the Earl, who was 'drinking heavily' and 'being beastly towards her'".

Tina Brown, author of The Diana Chronicle, suggests it was a long-running affair.

In Brown's version, there is strong support for the idea of Goldsmith being the father of Lady Diana, though she can't prove it.

Sir James Goldsmith who has links to the Rothschilds. He multiplied his fortune as a brash corporate raider in the United States during the 1980s (Billionaire with a Cause ) "He inherited many of his traits from his father Frank Goldsmith, the descendant of a distinguished Jewish banking family from Frankfurt once as famous as the Rothschilds." (Obituary: Sir James Goldsmith - People, News - The Independent)

Mohamed Fayed reportedly made his money after he married Samira Khashoggi, the sister of the international arms dealer Adnan Khashoggi, who employed him in his import business in Saudi Arabia.
Reportedly, Khashoggi was implicated in the Iran-Contra Affair as a key middleman in the arms-for-hostages exchange along with Iranian arms dealer Manucher Ghorbanifar.
Allegedly, Khashoggi had links to the flight school where Mohamed Atta learnt to fly. (aangirfan: Diana, Palestinians, arms deals and 9 11. )

According to Alex Constantine (Alex Constantine's Anti-Fascist Research Bin: Adnan Khashoggi ...):

"Mohamed Al-Fayed is a former business partner of Cairo attorney El-Amir Atta, father of accused hijacker Mohamed el-Amir Awad el-Sayed Atta.

"Fayed was a veteran of the American Pinay Circle that recruited Adnan into its ranks.

"Back in 1953, GHW Bush, whose name would be linked to Khashoggi's in the Iran-contra affair, and Al Fayed were directors of the Singer Sewing Machine company."

On 12 August 2007, Ba Kiwanuka wrote: Princess Diana: Caught In A Web Of Spies!

According to this article:

1. Princess Diana and Dodi Fayed were under surveillance by MI6, the CIA, the USA's National Security Agency, Mossad and France's DGSE.

The NSA (National Security Agency) has over 1050 transcripts covering eavesdropped intercepts of Princess Diana's phone calls.

2. It is alleged that Mossad or MI6 were responsible for 'rigging up for a crash' the Mercedes Benz S280 that was involved in Diana's death.

3. It is alleged that the driver Henri Paul was an asset of the security services.

4. Mossad, and others, may have been concerned that Diana might marry Dodi Fayed, a Moslem.

5. If there was a murder plot, it would have required the cooperation of France's DGSE spy service.

A few minutes before the Diana crash all police channels in Paris went silent.

The ambulance taking Princess Diana to the hospital moved very slowly.

6. Princess Diana had campaigned to ban land mines.

Immediately following Diana's death, President Clinton broke his promise to support a bill to abolish the trade in land mines.

7. Allegedly a faction within MI6 was responsible for Diana's death.

Trials of the Diaspora by Anthony Julius to be published by Oxford University Press.

In every aspect of his life Goldsmith - who had been knighted in 1976 in Harold Wilson's infamous resignation honours list - displayed a total indifference to convention. He was brave, reckless, the very image of Dryden's Achitophel, "Pleased with the danger, when the waves ran high / He sought the storms".

His private life involved three wives, innumerable mistresses and eight children, two born in the late 1980s to the last love of his life, the well-connected French journalist Laure de Boulay de la Meurthe. He admitted that his famous remark "when one marries one's mistress one creates a vacancy" was not original, but nevertheless it was a fair summary of his attitude to women and his behaviour to them.
His love life alone was enough to keep the gossip columnists on tenterhooks ever since his elopement with Isabel Patino, daughter of one of the world's richest men back in 1954. Her death in childbirth a few months later merely compounded the world's fascination with the 21-year-old Goldsmith.

By then all the elements in his character, the gambling instinct, the rootlessness, the restlessness, the immense appeal to women, were already apparent. So was his misogny, for, as one close friend put it, "he never really liked women".

Nevertheless he had an astonishing capacity, not only to bowl over many of the world's most desirable women but also to retain their affection after he had moved restlessly on - none of the many women in his life ever went in for "kiss-and-tell" revelations and he remained friends with most, if not all, of his ex-mistresses. Moreover he was a loving and, in his own way an attentive and even sensitive father (he was for instance enormously sympathetic when his eldest son was diagnosed as dyslexic).

His business life was equally unconventional. Starting in his early twenties he ended 35 years later as one of the world's richest men as the result of a series of increasingly breathtaking and equally well-publicised deals - and a less well-known capacity actually to run businesses. He was never deterred from a deal because he did not have the money available nor any clear idea as to how he was going to raise it.

But his undoubted business flair received less recognition than it deserved because of the contempt he showed for orthodox financial behaviour and his flagrant and habitual disregard of the interests of the minority shareholders in the companies he controlled. To cap his amazingly full life he entered politics a few years ago as a fervent anti-European, becoming a European MP and spending an estimated pounds 20 million on financing the Referendum Party in this year's British General Election.

Physically, the six-foot-tall Goldsmith was a dominating figure. Socially he was a complete outsider - even in the social and business circles in which he moved, though he remained overly loyal to dubious business associates like Jim Slater and to the arrogant and snobby group round John Aspinall (a close personal friend whom he supported financially in his dark days).

For Goldsmith was the very archetype of that much-abused figure, the ruthless, rootless cosmopolitan financier. He was also vastly energetic, deeply manic-depressive and liable to fits of rage - often directed at journalists - and paranoia, culminating in a spell of extreme anti-Communism in the 1980s.
In business he was equally moody. As his long-time collaborator Mme Gilberte Beaux once put it: 

"Jimmy thinks every morning he has nothing". This serious Jewish pessimism, reinforced by his mother's underlying native French caution, proved invaluable in ensuring that, unlike other finacnial operators, he could anticipate crashes - although, equally typically, he did tend to see in them the end of the world.

He inherited many of his traits from his father Frank Goldsmith, the descendant of a distinguished Jewish banking family from Frankfurt once as famous as the Rothschilds (an element of competition with them formed a significant, if unexpressed part of the son's make-up). Frank's grandfather Adolph had moved first to France and then to Britain during the anti-Semitic period of the Dreyfus case.

Frank became an MP and served for a time in the First World War before opting out of the army and public life under mysterious circumstances. But he remained known as Major during his second career as the owner of a chain of international luxury hotels - in which James spent much of his early life, and which he sold after his father's death to another great wheeler-dealer, the late Maxwell Joseph.

In an uncanny pre-echo of his son's life, the love of his father's life, Jacqueline Blanc, died young and he took up with Marcelle Mouiller, the sister of Jacqueline's best friend, who hailed from the Auvergne, a province noted for the toughness and meanness of its inhabitants (as a result James, thought of as the archetypal Jew, was not, theoretically Jewish although he did have his eldest son, Manes, ritually circumcised). Displaying his son's contempt for convention Frank's first child, Teddy, was born out of wedlock, although they had been married for nearly four years when James Michael Goldsmith was born in 1933.

At the outbreak of the Second World War the family escaped through Spain to New York and then to the Bahamas. On their return to London, Frank was determined that his children should have an orthodox English education and James was sent first to a prep school and then to Eton. At both establishments he showed himself as unwilling to learn (partly due to dyslexia), rebellious and determined not to conform or allow himself to be browbeaten.

He left Eton at the age of 16 after an extraordinary betting coup (technically an accumulator bet on three horses) which brought him pounds 8,000, an enormous sum for the time. He then left with an extraordinary display of spite - offering and then breaking a set of records which he had presented, as the traditional leaving gift, to his housemaster, a man he hated.

In 1951 he did his national service, showing himself an effective officer, able to cope with a troop of difficult squaddies, but then returned to the life of "wine, women and song" to which he had been introduced on leaving Eton.

Then in Paris on Coronation night (4 June 1953) he met and fell for Isabel Patino, daughter of Antinor Patino, an immensely rich Bolivian tin millionaire. He naturally objected to the alliance - Goldsmith's own version of the encounter included the immortal exchange that when Patino said "It is not the habit of our family to marry Jews", the 21-year-old Goldsmith replied "It is not our habit to marry Red Indians".

When Isabel was already several months preganant the couple eloped, and after a well-publicised legal spat with her father were married in Edinburgh. But in May Isabel died giving birth to a premature but healthy baby also called Isabel. The blow was devastating - years later he tried to console a friend in similar distress who asked "How long does it take to get over it?", to which Goldsmith replied "I don't think you ever do".

The whole episode, which had lasted less than a year not only left an indelible mark on the young Goldsmith, it also catapulted him on to the front pages of the world's press, a place he was to fill for most of the rest of his life.

For the next few years, in an effort to forget, Goldsmith did little except work building up a small pharmaceutical company, first in France and then in Britain - where he came up against the establishment for the first, and certanly not the last time when he sold cut-price cortisone to the National Health Service.

Even then, while still in his twenties, he displayed the business talents and the impatience, the restlessness, the almost compulsive need to gamble, to take enormous risks which were to mark the whole of his business career. Indeed at one point only the lucky timing of a bank strike stood between him and bankruptcy. But the ideas were fertile ones - it was he who devised the notion of Mothercare, taken to fruition by one of his few business partners, Selim Zilkha.

His only consolation was Ginette Lery, his pretty French secretary who became first his mistress, and then, and only after the usual long interval, his second wife - though by the time he got round to marrying her he was already enamoured of Sally Crocker Poole, who eventually married the Aga Khan.
But by the early 1960s he had already established the pattern of having two households, one in Paris, one in London. By the end of the 1960s he was living openly in London with Lady Annabel Birley, the estranged wife of his friend Mark Birley, by whom he had three children, the last, Benjamin, when she was 45

At the same time he was starting to expand his British business interests through the take-over of a stream of well-known brands, from Procea, a fashionable slimming bread, to his biggest buy, Bovril, which proved to a sceptical City of London that this playboy was also a serious financier. His acquisitions were all included in Cavenham Foods, which he developed as a relatively orthodox food group - though he cheerfully admitted that his original management ideas, which he though both logical and sensible, turned out to be complete rubbish, an admission which showed his willingness to learn from experience.

Nevertheless he blotted his copybook with the British financial establishment through the way he saved Cavenham from financial trouble, through the use of private money, in a deal which involved the sort of financial juggling which came naturally to him but was totally contrary to received practice in London or New York - as was his use of a company's own money to pay its debts. The fact was he simply didn't care and was only too apt to treat criticism of his behaviour as springing from envy - or Communist tendencies, which he was only too ready to attribute to journalists in particular.

In financial attitudes he was perhaps most at home in Paris, the home of Gilberte Beaux, a tough French lady who acted as his right-hand person for nearly 30 years and guided his French holding company, Generale Occidentale, through many a legal and financial storm.

Goldsmith's sound instincts were perhaps best shown at the height of the great bull market of the early 1970s when he alone foresaw the crash that was to follow and liquidated his most vulnerable holdings. Nevertheless he was so loyal to Jim Slater, who had virtually been wiped out in the slump that he was prepared to buy up Slater Walker Holdings. Such closeness, natural to Goldsmith, was bad for his image, since it led to the false assumption that he was a mere financial whiz-kid and asset-stripper like Slater.

An even worse confusion arose because of his friendship with John Aspinall and the other cronies of Lord Lucan. He was not actually present at the famous lunch at which the cronies decided to clam up about the disappearance of their chum, but his continuing friendship with this group led Private Eye to assume that he was involved.

This in turn led to the battery of criminal libel actions against Private Eye which showed the face of Goldsmith as an unforgiving, Old Testament bully. Typically, in the face of serious aggression (in which category he included most press comment) he said "I consider tolerance to be degenerate". The most extreme example of this attitude came when Barbara Conway, a regular critic of his financial activities, was dying of cancer. "I hope she chokes on her own vomit" was his only comment. The libel action ended messily but he remained a formidable opponent.

In one memorable television interview he humiliated two wretched journalists who had accused him of being a mere asset stripper. He had prepared himself very thoroughly (a virtue which had helped him in an earlier tight spot when he got an inordinate price for the Lipton tea business when he sold it to Unilever). Their ignorance and prejudice enabled him to point up the fact that throughout his career he was prepared to pour money (not necessarily his own) into developing businesses, a stark contrast not only with the Slaters of this world, but also with Lord Hanson, another tycoon with whom he is often compared.

Nevertheless he hankered after being a press lord. In 1975 he contemplated buying the Observer (but retreated when he took a closer look). Three years later he was seriously interested in buying Beaverbrook Newspapers, and in France he was for a time the owner of a group, Presses de la Cite which included a number of publishers and a well-known weekly news magazine, L'Express. His only venture in Britain was a similar magazine, NOW!, but the British are too well served by serious daily papers and by television news to need such a publication and after a couple of years he withdrew, punctiliously paying off the journalists and turning up to their farewell party.

The libel action against Private Eye helped to increase Goldsmith's disenchantment with Britain (a disenchantment which extended to France after Francois Mitterrand's victory in 1981). His gloom was not relieved by his knighthood - a typical gesture by Harold Wilson who had a tendency to admire charming adventurers whose characters were so opposed to his native caution.

So he naturally turned to the United States as the last best hope of world capitalism and of relaxed behaviour - in New York in the early 1980s he would go out without a collar and tie for the first time in his life. His American business career started with a major chain of supermarkets, Grand Union, where he invested enormous amounts of time, energy, money and enthusiasm.

But his real glory days were in the first half of the 1980s where, assisted by his long-time friend and merchant banker Roland Franklin, he took over a series of groups whose major attractions were that they had diversified away from a solid asset base - two of them, Diamond International and St Regis involving enormous acreages of forests.

His association with the asset-stripping brigade made Goldsmith a natural target when he attacked Goodyear, one of the industrial giants of the US. This stirred up a storm of protest but by then his instincts told him of the imminent arrival of another financial storm and he sold out of the company, as he did of most of his other assets. His timing was perfect, just before the Crash of October 1987, and he probably made a billion or so dollars out of his actions (although, typically, he thought the resulting slump would be deeper and longer-lasting than it proved to be. The coup, he said, was "like winning a rubber of bridge on the Titanic").

By this time he was being urged by Laure de Boulay de la Meurthe (by then virtually the only woman in his life since Annabel had refused to move to the United States) to relax, and by his brother Teddy, a well- known if eccentric ecologist, to invest his energies and his money in saving the environment. Characteristically this involved buying 18,000 acres of unspoilt Mexican forest and building a simple, but luxurious house of one tiny patch of it, a retreat where he spent an increasing amount of time. But this did not hamper his political career.

By the late 1980s he had become convinced that the European Union was a disaster and in 1995 he was elected as member of the European Parliament in an incongruous alliance with another fervent anti-European, the upper- class French right-wing nationalist Philippe de Villiers. (On his only known visit to the Parliament he arrived on a Friday when normally the television crews did not bother to shoot. They did for him after he had said simply that he would buy the station that employed them if they didn't.)

But his last political venture was a typically flamboyant gesture, the financing of a party dedicated simply to ensuring that the British people should decide their future relationship with the EU in a Referendum. He was viciously attacked, which was rather unfair since he was proposing a democratic element in a normally elitist decision-making process.

The bloody-mindedness of the campaign was typical of a man who went his own way. But so was the fact that he did not tell the outside world that he was suffering from the cancer of the pancreas that was soon to kill him, and he continued to campaign even while undergoing debilitating chemotherapy. But although most of his candidates lost their deposits, in a number of seats they attracted enough Tory votes to hand victory to their opponents.

Nicholas Faith

James Michael Goldsmith, businessman, publisher and politician: born Paris 26 February 1933; Kt 1976; Member for France, European Parliament 1994-97; married 1st Isabel Patino (died 1954; one daughter), 2nd Ginette Lery (one son, one daughter; marriage dissolved), 3rd Lady Annabel Birley (nee Vane Tempest Stewart; two sons, one daughter; one son, one daughter by Laure de Boulay de la Meurthe); died Benahavis, Spain 18 July 1997.

"On June 16, 1993 I was diagnosed with having “liver cancer that had spread from the pancreas.” One of life’s weirdest and worst jokes imaginable...

- Bill Hicks, February 7th,1994

"I'd like to tell you something about Jack Ruby... When they cut him open, they said "Wow, he's got all this lung cancer; but they found that the origin of it was from the pancreas... But he didn't have cancer of the pancreas..."

- Judyth Vary Baker

"Who said that my party was all over, huh, huh,
I'm in pretty good shape,
The best years of my life are like a super nova,
Huh, huh, perpetual craze, I said that
Everybody drank my wine -you get my drift,
And then we took a holiday on Khashoggi's ship - well,
We really had a good good time they was all so sexy
We was bad, we was blitzed,
All in all it was a pretty good trip,
This big bad sucker with a fist as big as your head,
Wanted to get me, I said go away
I said kiss my ass honey,
He pulled out a gun, wanted to arrest me,
I said uh, uh, babe,
Now listen no-one stops my party,
No-one stops my party,
No-one, no-one, no-one stops my party,
Just like I said,
We were phased, we was pissed,
Just having a total eclipse,
This one's on me so let us do it just right,
This here one party don't get started 'till midnight,
Party to the left -
Party to the right -
Left - right
No-one stops my ....."

Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Nerissa and Katherine

John Herbert Bowes-Lyon death notice from the Times, 11 Feb. 1930, page 17. The text reads:

"MR. JOHN BOWES-LYON. The Duke and Duchess of York were present at the funeral at St. Paul's, Walden, yesterday, of the Hon. John Herbert Bowes-Lyon. The service, which was conducted by the Rev. H. S. C. Whitehouse (the vicar), was of the simplest character.

"The chief mourners word the Hon. Mrs. John. Bowes-Lyon (widow), the Earl and Countess of Strathmore (parents), Lord and Lady Glamis (brother and sister-in-law), the Duke and Duchess of York (brother-in-law and sister), the Hon. David and the Hon. Michael Bowes-Lyon (brothers), the Hon. Patrick and the Hon. Malcolm Bowes-Lyon (uncles), Lady Elphinstone and Lady Rose Levesori-Gower (sisters), Captain and Mrs. Geoffrey Bowes-Lyon, and Mr. P. K. Hodgson, private secretary to the Duke of York. 

Others present Included:—

"Lady Evelyn McDonnell, Lady Nina Balfour, the Dowager Countess of Leven and Melville, Major-General Sir Torquhil Matheson, Viscount and Viscountess Hampden, Mrs. Martin Smith, Mr. Ronald Nall-Cain, Colonel H.J. Sowerby, Colonel Tom Sowerby, Colonel Richard Oakley, Mr. Hugh Pitman. Mr. John Carton (representing the National Farmers' Union), Mrs. Guy Kindersley. Mr. Grenfell White. Mr. A. W. Bailey Hawkins. Mr. J. B. Bailey Hawkins, Major A. G. Bailey Hawkins, Miss Lowther. Miss de Beaumont.

"A memorial service for the Hon. John Bowes-Lyon will he held at St. Michael's, Cornhill, at 12.30 p.m., to-day."

John Herbert "Jock" Bowes-Lyon (1 April 1886 – 7 February 1930), was the second son of the 14th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne and the Countess of Strathmore and Kinghorne, the favourite brother of Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon (the future Queen Elizabeth and later the Queen Mother). 

He was an uncle to Queen Elizabeth II, although he died when she was a small child.

Jock Bowes-Lyon was educated at Oxford University where he played first-class cricket for the university side in three matches in 1906 and 1907, playing as a fast-medium bowler.

On 29 September 1914, John married The Honourable Fenella Hepburn-Stuart-Forbes-Trefusis (19 August 1889 – 19 July 1966), the younger daughter of Charles Hepburn-Stuart-Forbes-Trefusis, 21st Baron Clinton. 

They had five children, all girls:

  • Patricia Bowes-Lyon (6 July 1916 – 18 June 1917), died in infancy
  • Anne Ferelith Fenella Bowes-Lyon (4 December 1917 – 26 September 1980)
  • Nerissa Jane Irene Bowes-Lyon (18 February 1919 – 22 January 1986)
  • Diana Cinderella Mildred Bowes-Lyon (14 December 1923 – 1986) m. Peter Gordon Colin Somervell. Their daughter Katherine (b. 1961) is a god-daughter of Queen Elizabeth II.
  • Katherine Bowes-Lyon (born 4 July 1926)

Before the outbreak of World War I, John worked as a stockbroker in the City of London for the firm Rowe and Pitman.

In 1915, he was posted with the Black Watch and just prior to the Battle of Aubers Ridge that year, he accidentally shot himself in his left forefinger. 

It was amputated the following day and while receiving treatment in the UK, he admitting having experienced a nervous breakdown in 1912 and also suffered from neurasthenia.

 Late that year, he was posted to the Ministry of Munitions and then in the Territorial Army in 1916. After the war, he was twice threatened with courts-martial after having failed to show on parade for demobilisation and later returned to his job in the City.

Jock died at the family home of Glamis Castle just after midnight on the morning of 7 February 1930 of pneumonia, aged 44, leaving his widow to care for their four young children alone. 

(Two of them, Nerissa and Katherine, were severely mentally disabled.) 

Three days later he was buried at St Paul's Walden Bury.

His widow was a leading guest at the 1947 wedding of Princess Elizabeth and Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. 

Nerissa and Katherine Bowes-Lyon

Nerissa and Katherine Bowes-Lyon are two of the daughters of John Herbert Bowes-Lyon and his wife Fenella (née Hepburn-Stuart-Forbes-Trefusis)

As John was the brother of Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon the Queen Mother, the two daughters are first cousins of Queen Elizabeth II, sharing one pair of grandparents, Claude Bowes-Lyon, 14th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne and Nina Bowes-Lyon, Countess of Strathmore and Kinghorne.

In 1987, it was revealed that Nerissa and Katherine had been placed in Earlswood Hospital for the mentally disabled in 1941.

Although Nerissa died in 1986, and Katherine is still alive (as of 2012), both had been listed in Burke's Peerage as being dead since the 1963 edition.

Suggestions of a royal cover-up were rejected in the press by Lord Clinton, who thought that his aunt Fenella 
(the mother of the two daughters) 
had completed the form for Burke's Peerage incorrectly due to 'vagueness'; 

however, Burke's Peerage included specific dates of death for both sisters.

According to a 2011 television documentary about the sisters, "throughout their time at the hospital, there is no known record that the sisters were ever visited by any member of the Bowes-Lyon or royal families, despite their aunt, the Queen Mother, being a Patron of MENCAP" (the charity for people with a learning disability). 

Nurses interviewed on the documentary said that, to their knowledge, the family never even sent the sisters a birthday or Christmas gift or card. 

When Nerissa died in 1986, none of her family attended the funeral. She was buried at Redhill Cemetery.

Her grave was only marked with plastic tags and a serial number until her existence was revealed in the media, after which the family added a proper gravestone.

Three other mentally disabled cousins also lived in Earlswood Hospital. Harriet Hepburn-Stuart-Forbes-Trefusis (1887–1958), sister of Nerissa and Katherine's mother Fenella, married Major Henry Nevile Fane, and 3 of their 7 children lived in Earlswood Hospital: Idonea Elizabeth Fane (1912–2002), Rosemary Jean Fane (1914-1972), and Ethelreda Flavia Fane (1922–1996).

Prof. David Danks, then director of the Murdoch Institute, thought that a genetic disease may have killed male members of the family in early childhood.

In 1996 the surviving cousins were moved to Ketwin House care home in Surrey; when it closed in 2001, they were moved to another care home in Surrey.

 Earlswood Hospital, Redhill, Surrey

In a rare insight into the Queen’s personal feelings, Lady Elizabeth Anson, her cousin, has told Mandrake that the monarch feels “hurt” by the documentary that Channel 4 screened this month about Katherine and Nerissa Bowes-Lyon, the nieces of Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother.

“I thought it was such an unfair thing to do to the Queen, and I know she was very hurt about it,” Lady Elizabeth tells me at the launch of Perceptions, a book about her brother, the celebrated photographer Patrick Lichfield, at the Mandarin Oriental hotel in Knightsbridge.

Lady Elizabeth adds that she doesn’t think that the monarch has watched the programme, emotively entitled The Queen’s Hidden Cousins, but she has found viewing it herself distressing. “I watched it and I was horrified. I was dreading it as soon as I found out they were making the programme,” she says.

The documentary, which suggests that the Royal family behaved callously towards Nerissa and Katherine, the mentally handicapped children of John and Fenella Bowes-Lyon, the older brother and sister-in-law of Queen Elizabeth, seems to Lady Elizabeth to be “an intrusion of privacy”.

She accuses Channel 4 of “capitalising on the royal connection and ignoring the facts, as the sisters have always been looked after by that family”.

Of Katherine, the Queen’s surviving cousin, who is now aged 85, Lady Elizabeth says that, contrary to the programme’s claims, she is well looked after in a care home suited to her needs. “She has regular visits, too,” she adds.

The programme asserted that John Bowes-Lyon never visited his daughters as they grew up, but failed to mention that he had died in 1930.

It Got Them Killed: Jacintha Saldanha

   Jacintha Saldanha

1966 - 2012

Cause of Death: 
Suidcided by MI5 Signature "Tragic Wanking Accident" 
(Autoerotic Asphyxiation)

Likely Suspects: 
MI5 and the Royals

And the Bodyguard of Lies.

These are the emails I nearly sent in to the Blairite vulture Keith Vaz, Westminster Coroner's Office and Private Eye last December, before thinking better of it...

" Detective Chief Inspector James Harman of the Met told the hearing: “Jacintha Saldanha was found by a colleague and a member of security hanging from a scarf attached to a wardrobe. There were also some injuries to her wrists.

“At this time there are no suspicious circumstances. Two notes were found at the scene and another note recovered from her belongings.” "

A Carradine Special?

Finally, the Smoking Gun: That is absolute, complete and utter unmitigated BOLLOCKS.

Was she attempting to end her life or just felt like felt the urge to  knock out a potentially lethal wank before work?

And how TALL was this wardrobe, exactly...?

You CANNOT kill yourself by choking/strangulation/asphyxiation just by looping a scarf or other noose around your neck and leaning forward or otherwise just lifting your feet off the floor.

The reason it's such a widely practiced method for (men) to practice autoerotic asphyxiation (aka a posh wank) is that is nearly impossible to accidentally  to die whilst attempting it, since your airway is never fully constricted; it's what's known as a blood choke, not a airways choke, and you usually roll back onto your heals the moment you pass out, releasing the tension in the noose and allowing blood flow to return to the brain.

Police and contract hitmen the world over know this damn well and it's a widely practiced method of a) getting away with murder b) getting away with not investigating possible instance of murder or unexplained sudden death and bringing additional shame onto the deceased and discouraging relatives and friends from looking into the matter too closely by making it appear as though they died as the result of a tragic, self-inflicted wanking accident.

Otherwise, if they really want to sell a corpse as being victim of a suicide (despite the psychopathology to support such a finding), they will occasionally leave booze and medications strewn around the room and slash crudely at the wrists, which of course will not cause any significant loss of blood when done to a corpse.

Corpse do not bleed when they have their wrists slashed because they have no blood pressure.

People only bleed while they're alive and their hearts are still beating.

End your life by hanging, either by asphyxiation or strangulation is incredibly difficult to do right, is long, painful, traumatic, involves pretty much the largest degree of suffering imaginable and can go wrong in numerous different highly unpleasant  ways.

Suicide by wrist slashing in either a very hot or very cold bath is about as simple, painless and about as free from suffering as it is possible 

The Detective Superintendent and all the officers attending the scene all know this damn well.

And therefore they are lying.

A hanging corpse with its feet touching the floor and cuts to the forearms that did not bleed is more than simply suspicious:-

It's de facto, Prima Face evidence of murder with Police collusion after the fact.

And Catholics don't commit suicide.

And I'm sending this to the IPCC, the Coroner's Court, Keith Vaz and Private Eye.

This was murder. Definitively.

And this is not a new or rare occurrence. 

The intelligence community in the past has routinely used this method to do anyway with investigative jounrnalists, particularly those persuing links between CIA drug trafficking, the Bush Family and the financing of global terrorism via Saudi oil money routed through places like Pakistan, Panama and the Far East through CIA proprietary banks, shell companies and private offshore financial back channels such as the Nugan-Hand Bank, the Bank of Credit and Commerce International (BCCI), many of the more obscure Savings and Loan failures in the 80s, Enron, Bain Capital (not yet proved, but damningly implicated) and (almost certainly, given what we know and what we were able to see of its collapse) Lehman Brothers.

A staggering number of people associated with Bill and Hillary Clinton, up to and including Ambassador Christopher Stevens less than three months ago, but stretching back into the early 1980s during Iran Contra, when Clinton was Governor of Arkansas at a time when Mena Air Force Base was designated for a number of years as the main port-of-entry for Cocaine importation into the United States by Barry Seal and Oliver North's "Private Enterprise" scheme for illegally funding the Contras, working under the Vice-Presidential Taskforce on Counter-Terrorism chaired by George HW Bush and run from inside the White House during the 1980s.

Quite literally several dozen deaths of people who worked closely with Bill and Hillary Clinton, from family friends dating back to college like Vince Foster, key political fixers and popular unifying organisers within the Democratic Party like Ron Brown, John F.Kennedy Jr and Mel Carnahan, influential supporters within the military and intelligence hierarchy like Admiral Boorda and former Director of Central Intelligence William Colby, all the way down to Arkansas State Troopers and Secret Service agents formerly assigned to close protection duty have ALL been killed in plane crashes, freak accidents or completely out of the blue, out of character apparent suicides with a crime scene that does not make sense or relate to the ruling of suicide.

Several dozen more of Clinton's constituents in Arkansas met strange, nonsensical and clearly murderous ends after getting to close to the matter of Mena Air Force Base and all the cocaine; Clinton himself as Governor was coerced or duped into covering up most of these murders in the early years by appointing a tame and obviously corrupt State Medical Examiner named Fahmy Malik; Malik was once presented with a decapitated corpse, still lacking a head and recorded as cause of death after autopsy as being : "ULCER" - the man had been out taking his dog for a walk, Malik concluded, 10 miles out in the woods, when he succumbed to his fight with a stomach  ulcer, fell down dead and prior to being found, his dog had gotten hungry and eaten the head in one go.

The assertion by DCI Harman in his Inquest testimony is equally ludicrous , and obviously perjurous in this instance to boot;
No one sets out to kill themselves by slashing at their wrists before opting to change tactics and choke themselves to death when they realise it isn't killing them quickly enough... And *certainly* no one ever sets out to do it the other way around.

Especially not when they spend their entire working day surrounded on every side by quite literally thousands of easily deliverable and painlessly lethal drugs and other chemicals to which she had free and unrestricted access to all day, every day.

You would have to believe that Ms Saldanha was literally a complete moron to even contemplate any other course, had that been her intent and I don't believe for one second that she is either of those things.

The Police are lying to the press, lying to to the public, lying to the coronor's Inquest (under oath, I might add), and encouraging others to lie for them in order to prejudice the findings of the Inquest whilst violating all their own basic rules of conduct and police proceedure and engaging in a blatent cover-up.

The only reason they didn't lied to the IPCC first is because no one has got around to registering a formal complaint about them yet.

Scotland Yard, and specific, named officers are lying under oath, perverting the course of justice to conceal a murder and that makes them accessories after the fact to the individuals that strung up Jacintha's corpse for all to see.

I almost cannot bring myself to comtemplate who or why, but mercifully, it isn't even a matter for speculation, here.... The Met last Friday flew into action last Friday faster than a freshly-scalded cat, spinning and propagandising at a rate 3 or 4 times faster than they do when actually investigating a crime under normal conditions. No politician can put the Fear of God into the and make them snap into damage control that fast, nor could the Royals themselves, in all likelihood;

Jacintha was found "unconscious" (according to some reports) at 9.35am, and pronounced dead at the scene when the ambulance crew arrived and failed to revive her, possibly placing time of death up to an hour later.

By lunchtime, a Scotland Yard Press Officer who was not medically qualified, had not seen the body or the discovery site, nor been in the same room as either was describing her death as "suspected suicide" and "Not Suspicious", when in fact it was profoundly so.

By 3.30pm, less than  6hrs after her death, no less than the National Chairman of the Royal College of Nursing and Lord Collingwood stepped out together onto the front steps of the hospital to read from a precisely worded PREPARED joint statement that emphatically stated for the record, without any question, that this WAS  a suicide, and that absolutely, beyond any question of a doubt, the 25 seconds of her life she spent speaking on the phone to a blonde Australian woman pretending to be the Queen IS the reason that she is not now alive.

Watch the statement. It couldn't be clearer.

If she had not picked up the phone to answer that call, she WOULD be alive right now. 

Is that right? You'll be telling us she was upset because of a video mocking Muhammed, next.

Pull the other one.

This incident hasn't produced a suicide yet, but it will.

I've seen the interviews given since by Mel Grieg and Michael Christian since the incident - and they are NOT coping with this. They think they caused this, because that's what they've been told and that's the only information they have at this point and are thus forced to accept it must be true, because what other explanation have they got?

I saw the look of complete and total bewhilderment and despair in Mel Greig's eyes, written all over her face, and it made me break down in tears just the same.

The Establishment spoke clearly and emphatically last Friday to place the full blame for this totally, squarely and unambiguously on their two heads.

Let me now be equally plain: Mel Grief CANNOT live with this hanging around her neck.

With things left the way they are, she cannot find her way back from this experience. I wouldn't give her more than a year at the most wracked by borrowed guilt and twisted into psychic agony of the horror of this false reality for her every waking second.

I can't allow that.

Or next, it might just be that a little girl of just 8, taught her whole life to believe that those who reject God's ultimate gift of life are condemned for all eternity, beyond any hope of redemption in any life, under any circumstance to eternal and everlasting hellfire and torment might just decide, when she really wants her Mum more than anything else in the world, there's really only one thing to be done, which will resolve everything at a stroke. Once and for all.

Or it might be one of her boys, or Benedict or one of her cousins back in Mangalore. It doesn't matter who it comes to first, it will be coming.

I will not allow that little girl to be told by anyone that her Mummy is in hell at this moment.

Not for any reason.

And certainly not solely to conceal the fact that an arm of the State, in the Service (such is their presumption) of the Crown has gone out and deliberately murdered a seemingly completely innocent woman in response to a technical and inadvertent breach in security which *could* have resulting in a member of the Royal family being embarrassed or ridiculed as a result.

Not when that arm of the State press-gangs in their little brothers to lie through their teeth about who this woman was in her life and what ended her.

Not when that State actor draggoons in Chairmen of nationally recognised professional bodies along with a Lord of the Realm to lie through their teeth to the world's press corps by reading a prepared statement to divert blame onto more innocent people and away from themselves.

This case involves a slapdash faked suicide scene that even the Dallas county police department  in the late 1960s would have been ashamed to put their name to, a breach in Royal security and obvious bullying of Police to rush the cover-up and control the way the story played out in the media.

Which means its MI5. The worst part is that I can't *even* bring myself to be even slightly surprised at this stage, much shocked.

I can't even bring myself to be disappointed in them for doing this, to a certain extent, perhaps just because they seem to have been SO amateurish  and obvious in how they went about it.

I just would like to know what the hell they THOUGHT they were they were doing pulling this crap over something so trivial.

I actually feel sorry for them at this point - its almost as though they LITERALLY have nothing better to do with their time anymore, now the Troubles are over and the War of Terror is winding down. It's pathetic....

No use going to the Police or the Press, obviously, they'll stonewall and then destroy anyone they think might expose their dirty laundry.

The politicians are a dead loss on this one too, because they don't respect them and know that the pols think they work for them rather than Queen and Country. I know they don't tell the Prime Minister the truth about what they get up to, but I'm not certain that he knows that, or would particularly concerned to learn they didn't. The only possible exception I can think of off the top of my head really is Lord Ashdown, because he's ex- Special Boat Service (amongst other things) and they won't dare mess him around.

Aside front that, the only real power you can exert over them is their institutional inferiority complex regarding MI6, it dominates nearly everything they do and has for decades.

They can go off and behave like compete idiots with something to prove on their own time and at our expense, I can't change that; they will do whatever they feel like anyway, regardless of what you and I or anyone else thinks of them and what they get up to with our taxes.

I don't care about exposing all their attrocities to the world at this stage, what good would that do? Even if you do bring them all down, there's nothing that you could do to them that they're afraid of or aren't confident they can wriggle out of by cheating or gaming the system, and they'd only be replaced by something even worse.

I'm not interested in some stupid, adolescent quest for revenge, I just want to see some restitution , just this once. I want to see them just admit, even only to themselves, the harm they've caused here and the lives that they've ruined in the process and just make the effort to put it right rather than just pretending they were never there and telling lies about this woman to her family

And I'm not just saying that because I'm paranoid they might be intercepting my emails and will come and kill me for figuring out this one and telling people about it who I think need to know 

Devout Roman Catholics believe that if you commit suicide, it is an irredeemable mortal sin. That's why it's so incredibly rare to find they've actually done so.

If you are going to tell an 8 year old girl that Mummy is now in Hell and she will never see her again, it would be nice to know whether you are actually right.

Might be worth checking whether you've dotted all the "i"s and crossed all the "t"s on this one...

It appears that public inquests are not quite so public in practice as they notionally are in practice and in law (even if we long since bothered actually bothering to TELL people that...), so I have found it almost impossible to either attend or to raise or highlight any pertinent concerns or relevant information I may have or can offer about the manner of this woman's death and how it may have occurred before the ruling is in and the matter effectively closed.

They also shut their doors at 3.30pm on weekdays and take a two hour break over lunch, which hardly inspires confidence that they are giving proper consideration to the facts.

I have concerns. Grave ones.

I considered bringing them directly to Mr Bardozza himself, even at the risk of intruding on his grief, I felt it that important that he be made aware of them, but without being certain of my suspicions, it would sure serve only to increase the trauma and endless questions flooding both his and his families minds at this time.

The police, the press, and possibly very soon the Westminster Coroner's Office have failed this woman, her family in India , Mr Bardoza and his three children and - I stress this point most emphatically - the two Australian radio presenters now made global pariahs and the target of death threats and hate mail the world over - who have done nothing wrong. And their lives are now ruined every bit as much as that of Mr Bardozza and his family from this point forward.

I do have profound concerns about this inquest process, beginning from the first instance when I heard this news, and they have not gone away or been allayed. Indeed, they have got worse. Exponentially worse.

The first duty of the Police when attending the scene of an unexpected death is to preserve the condition of the body and the area around it as a potential crime scene until it can be determined whether or not a crime may have been committed. Which was not done.

Not to protect Royalty from embarrassment. Which was.

I have my suspicions about what may or may not have happened in this case, but nothing more than circumstantial evidence either way - the total media blackout had ensured that no-one outside of the Metropolitan Police Force has access or knowledge of such evidence. I would be happy to bring such suspicions to public (and I must insist, public) attention, and had hoped to do so at or prior to the Inquest hearing. If that option is no longer available, I am loathe to do so privately, since I lack the confidence that they would be acted upon and criticising the police in this country without the protection afforded by the complete openness of the public square is sadly no longer limited to being the simple demand for better accountability of public officials and acceptable standards of a taxpayer funded resource as once it was in this country.

What I do have in the meantime is clear and manifest proof of gross misconduct and possible malfeasance in their conduct of what might otherwise be reasonably termed an investigation.

Quite simply there was no investigation into this woman's death, not in any recognised police procedural sense.

She was found (or so we are told, and so that is all that I, myself, know) dead (although some say "unconscious", later pronounced dead by paramedics on arrival) at the Nurses Quarters at 9.35am and pronounced dead at the scene.

About the condition of her body, where it was, what position it was in, what was nearby, how long it had been there, whether there were pill bottles present, rigour mortis setting in, a knife sticking out of her chest, I know nothing and we have been told nothing, so I have no basis for speculation.

Ms. Saldanha was extremely unfortunate in that her death happened to coincide with or follow on from encounter with The Royals; had it not done so, I can only assume, or rather hope, that the sole focus and priority of those charged with officially responding to it might have been her and not one of her patients.

 It goes without saying (or at least, it SHOULD go without saying) that any sudden and unnatural death of a person 48hrs after their participation (however tangential) in a phonecall during which a Royal security breach occurs, however minor and inadvertent must presumptively be regarded as suspicious rather than the other way around. Therein lies the first instance of failing to identify the proper focus of a process that was now contaminated  by PR concerns from the outset.

Taken in isolation from the Royal angle entirely, the scale of police misconduct and interference seems utterly unprecedented in any case I can remember.

Ms. Saldanha was pronounced dead at the scene sometime shortly after 9.35am, but by lunchtime, a Scotland Yard press release had declared to the world her death was a "suspected suicide" and "not suspicious".

I find this insulting.

A devout Catholic who commits suicide completely without prior warning is prima face suspicious.

A devout Catholic Asian woman over 40 working as a nurse who commits suicide is PROFOUNDLY suspicious - she is the the lowest ranking demographic group in nearly every category when it comes to instances of suicide, she one of the LEAST likely people to ever commit suicide it's possible to think of. 

Going purely on demographic trends, if you were going to randomly select from a random cross section of the population of 2000 people and asked the experts which ones they thought would be likely to kill themselves, she would quite literally be the absolute last person they would pick.

So it behooves us to resolve this anomaly as best we can. What we cannot do, however, is merely ignore it.

The damage was done, however. Within three hours, a non-medically qualified Scotland Yard Press Officer who had never met Ms. Saldanha, nor viewed her body, or visited the potential crime scene in which she lay had issued a blanket press release, announcing to the world that her death was suspected to be "suicide", 3 days prior to her post-mortem and almost a full week before the full coroners inquest could convene to consider a ruling.

But I'm sure that did't prejudice or impede the conduct of his investigation in the least.

Just as I am sure that 

Devout Roman Catholics believe that if you commit suicide, it is an irredeemable mortal sin. That's why it's so incredibly rare to find they've actually done so.

If you are going to tell an 8 year old girl that Mummy is now in Hell and she will never see her again, it would be nice to know whether you are actually right.

Might be worth checking whether you've dotted all the "i"s and crossed all the "t"s on this one...

It appears that public inquests are not quite so public in practice as they notionally are in practice and in law (even if we long since bothered actually bothering to TELL people that...), so I have found it almost impossible to either attend or to raise or highlight any pertinent concerns or relevant information I may have or can offer about the manner of this woman's death and how it may have occurred before the ruling is in and the matter effectively closed.

They also shut their doors at 3.30pm on weekdays and take a two hour break over lunch, which hardly inspires confidence that they are giving proper consideration to the facts.

I have concerns. Grave ones.

I considered bringing them directly to Mr Bardozza himself, even at the risk of intruding on his grief, I felt it that important that he be made aware of them, but without being certain of my suspicions, it would sure serve only to increase the trauma and endless questions flooding both his and his families minds at this time.

The police, the press, and possibly very soon the Westminster Coroner's Office have failed this woman, her family in India , Mr Bardoza and his three children and - I stress this point most emphatically - the two Australian radio presenters now made global pariahs and the target of death threats and hate mail the world over - who have done nothing wrong. And their lives are now ruined every bit as much as that of Mr Bardozza and his family from this point forward.

I do have profound concerns about this inquest process, beginning from the first instance when I heard this news, and they have not gone away or been allayed. Indeed, they have got worse. Exponentially worse.

The first duty of the Police when attending the scene of an unexpected death is to preserve the condition of the body and the area around it as a potential crime scene until it can be determined whether or not a crime may have been committed. Which was not done.

Not to protect Royalty from embarrassment. Which was.

I have my suspicions about what may or may not have happened in this case, but nothing more than circumstantial evidence either way - the total media blackout had ensured that no-one outside of the Metropolitan Police Force has access or knowledge of such evidence. I would be happy to bring such suspicions to public (and I must insist, public) attention, and had hoped to do so at or prior to the Inquest hearing.

What I do have is clear and manifest proof of gross misconduct and possible malfeasance in their conduct of what might otherwise be reasonably termed an investigation.

Right. That's crossing a line, now.

Send this to everyone you know.

I've gone full Hastings.

"If anything Happens to Me and Yoko, it was not an accident..."

John Lennon, 1972

David Icke ~ Jimmy Savile, the Royals and the Vatican from Spike1138 on Vimeo.
Icke's not a nutter - ignore the less than 1% of what he has to say about interstellar lizards, Icke's right.

He's absolutely right. And he's been right for nearly 20 years now and you need to start taking seriously what he has to say.

As well as being a Knight of the Realm, Savile was also created a Knight Commander of the Papal Equestrian Order of Saint Gregory the Great (KCSG).

This is one rank above Rupert Murdoch, an inductee into the same papal order as an ordinary Knight (KSG).

The chvialric rank is granted by the Holy Father as an order of merit to be bestowed (to quote his inaugural brief) on “gentlemen of proven loyalty to the Holy See who, by reason of their nobility of birth and the renown of their deeds or the degree of their munificence, are deemed worthy to be honoured by a public expression of esteem on the part of the Holy See”.

The end of the brief states that they must progressively maintain, by continued meritorious deed, the reputation and trust they had already inspired, and prove themselves worthy of the honor that had been conferred on them, by unswerving fidelity to God and to the sovereign Pontiff.

Rupert Murdoch, the most powerful Media Mogul on Earth, has sworn an oath of "unswerving fidelity" , loyalty and service to the Vatican.

Which explains a lot.

Paul Gambucci Tells the Truth About Jimmy Savile and the Establishment from Spike1138 on Vimeo.
New of the World editor 'spiked paedophilia scoop on Arthur C Clarke for fear of Murdoch'

Ex-reporter claims story never ran because the sci-fi author was the proprietor's friend
MARTIN HICKMAN, The Independent, SATURDAY 07 JULY 2012

The News of the World spiked an exclusive story exposing the science fiction writer Arthur C Clarke as a paedophile, according to a new book about life inside the newspaper whose closure was announced a year ago today.

In Hack, an account of his nerve-shredding days as a reporter on the News of the World and then the Sunday Mirror, Graham Johnson claims that although the NOTW prided itself on outing pederasts, editors made an exception for Mr Clarke because he was a friend of Rupert Murdoch.

Through BSkyB, the tycoon commercially exploited the futurologist's theory that satellites would be ideal for communications and praised him in public. As a result, according to Mr Johnson, who by that time had been sacked by the NOTW and had joined the Sunday Mirror, a story by reporter Roger Insall about Mr Clarke's alleged abuse of adolescent boys was never published for fear of upsetting the proprietor.

Tipped off about the story, the Sunday Mirror sent Mr Johnson to Colombo, where he extracted an confession from the author that he paid boys for sex. "I have never had the slightest interest in children – boys or girls. They should be treated in the same way. But once they have reached the age of puberty, then it is OK," Mr Clarke was quoted as saying in the Sunday Mirror. "If the kids enjoy it and don't mind it doesn't do any harm … there is a hysteria about the whole thing in the West."

Mr Clarke subsequently denied he was a paedophile, saying: "The allegations are wholly denied." But he never sued the Sunday Mirror and died aged 90 at his Sri Lanka home in 2008.

Speaking to The Independent yesterday, Mr Johnson said: "Roger [Insall] said that because Arthur C Clarke was a mate of Rupert Murdoch, the editor wasn't having any of it and despite Roger getting a lot of evidence that Clarke was a paedophile they wouldn't publish it."

Yesterday, Phil Hall, the then editor, said: "I can vaguely remember that story. I do remember that Roger Insall worked on it and I remember it was not published. My only recollection is that the only reason we wouldn't publish it was because of legal reasons."

He said Mr Murdoch never asked him to spike stories. News International, publisher of the NOTW, made no comment.

Savile, Interrupted : When Louis Met Jimmy. from Spike1138 on Vimeo.
Savile: There's nothing I can't get and there's nothing I can't do.


[On the grand tour of Louis' Luxury Penthouse in Leeds, Savile welcomes his guests inot his boudouir where he gestrures over to his double-bed with a flourish]

Saville: "Here we are... The Altar..!"
Louis: "....why do you call it "The Altar"..."
Saville: "Because..."
Louis [Jokingly]: "It's not where you sacrifice people, is it...?


[Louis reaches up to examine a Charles and Di commemerative tea caddy from Savile spartan kitchen cupboard]
Louis: Charles and Diana... Who you know...Can we talk about that...?
Savile: We can talk about anything.
Louis: You,,, don't want to talk about that....?
Savile: You'll find out how tricky I am...!

When Louis Met Jimmy.

Inside the Brotherhood: Masonic Ritual and Lore from Spike1138 on Vimeo.

Freemasonry, Paedophia and Ritual Abuse: The Conspiracy of Silence from Spike1138 on Vimeo.

General Michael Aquino on Oprah - A Credible Accusation of Satanic Ritual Murder from Spike1138 on Vimeo.

McAlpine: Satanic Ritual Abuse and Project Monarch in the UK from Spike1138 on Vimeo.
Monarch Mind Control is a form of mind control which creates a mind control slave by utilizing the human brain's trauma response of dissociation to create a form of Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD) wherein various triggers can cause the slave personality to surface and respond to commands given by the master ("Handler" in Monarch parlance).

Despite the intuitive connection between the Handler and a King or Monarch, the Monarch in this context refers to Monarch Butterflies, not to a Monarchical form of government.

The Monarch Mind Control designation was originally applied by the US Department of Defense to a sub-program under the CIA's MK-Ultra Program. However, the techniques employed in the Monarch programming system extend back further under various names, such as the Nazi marionette programming.

Even further back, the techniques used in Monarch programming can be traced to various generational Satanist families among European royalty. The MPD state created by the Monarch programming techniques were used to isolate the personality involved in Satanic rituals from a public face. Without this alternate personality, the nobles practicing Satanism inevitably went insane, so it's practice spread rapidly through the occult community.

It is unclear who first started practicing the MPD techniques as a way of creating mind control slaves rather than as a defense mechanism, but it is clear that the Nazis were using Electro-shock and binding to create slaves in the 1940s. After World War II, some German and Italian psychologists who were working on Marionette programming were brought to the United States to continue working on their research