Nothing But The Dead & Dyin’ by Christopher D Spivey.

Nothing But The Dead & Dyin’

I took a tea break the other afternoon just as the Jeremy Kyle show happened to be on – What in the name of fuck is that all about?

I mean it has to be scripted doesn’t it… Or at least in part since I know three people who have been on there, so some of it isn’t fake.

Nevertheless, there were these two birds on the show I watched fighting over this tiny, skinny ugly mush who didn’t look like he had a good fuck in him… Let alone two. Worse still, he failed a lie detector test which showed that he had been cheating on the two birds!

Yet here is me, brutally handsome, a proper clever clogs, very popular, published author and no drug or alcohol problems, but I haven’t had a proper bird for nearly SIX years let alone having two fight over me.

All that I can think of for that sorry state of affairs is that all the females who know me have heard about my extra large cock and are scared of it.

Now whilst I wouldn’t want you to get the impression from that photo that I am shamelessly promoting my book: “Never Mind The Sex Pistols, Here’s The Bollocks“… I am in fact shamelessly promoting my book.

It really is great value and funny as fuck and I am sure that you will want to buy it here:

I love writing these tongue in cheek articles as it keeps the sewer-dwelling nonce trolls really busy writing extremely long comments, telling me what a cunt I am and how I ought to get a life… Honest to Gordon, they really do not have any understanding of irony whatsoever.

Funnier still, they will spend an hour or so setting up an email address and writing this long boring diatribe knowing full well that it will get binned without being read further than the first – usually badly written – fucking sentence… And all it takes to bin the bollox is a one second click on the mouse.

Who do you reckon gets more fucked off? Me and my big Cock or the tiny minded, small in stature, nonces… Who aren’t cunts and don’t have sad lives at all – least I am sure that is not how the deluded dung donuts perceive themselves?

Nevertheless, let me keep the deranged-paedo-filth really busy by telling you that the Monkey-Boyz must have bought a copy of my brilliant book which you can buy here:

I mean I have provided you with more than enough evidence in the past to prove that whatever I write about, the Chimp will write about the same thing within a couple of days… And my book is no different.

You see, back in 2004 I was a fairly well known Tattoo Artist and Body Piercer, with a bird and a few bob in my pocket… And an awful lot more free time on my hands than I have now.

Anyway, one night back then I was listening to the 1975 Art Garfunkel album “Breakaway“:

And fair to say, the album was a massive success when it was released and contains Garfunkel’s first UK number 1 single, “I Only Have Eyes For You“:

Good song, he is a brilliant singer… Not quite as good as me, but singing is just one of my many talents… I’m only winding the paedo-trolls up… Although it’s true.

Now I am a big fan of Simon & Garfunkel, and the album also contains a reunion-single called “My Little Town” which I personally feel should have done a lot better than it did when it was also released as a single in 1975:

It only made the number 9 spot over here, but a good song nevertheless… Although not in the same class as “Bridge Over Troubled Water

No matter how many times I hear Art Garfunkel sing that last verse, it never fails to bring me out in goosebumps… And I’m not even gay or fuck all.

Moreover, he can cut the mustard doing it live. I know that for a fact because I saw them live at Wembley Stadium back in 1982.

Course, it was probably that song that put the final nail in the coffin of their partnership… Jealousy is a very nasty trait and there is no doubt that Paul Simon was jealous of Art Garfunkel’s vocal range… And height… Probably. Most little men have big chips on their shoulders.

But anyway, getting back to the story and it is fair to say that in 1975 Art Garfunkel’s career was going from strength to strength whilst Paul Simon’s was on a downward spiral. And so, there I was back in 2004, listening to “My Little Town” on the album “Breakaway” and I had this funny thought pop into my head about how the conversation must have gone when Paul Simon asked Art Garfunkel to re-unite for the song.

Now also at this time I had an idea for a book which was going to be made up of silly little things and observations that I had noticed about the world and so I wrote this imagined phone conversation down. And believe it or not, it was that imagined phone conversation that evolved into my book, “Never Mind The Sex Pistols, Here’s The Bollocks” and the two sequels still to come.

You see, I imagined that Paul Simon was so wound up and pissed off having made the call, that he wanted Art Garfunkel dead. Course, by the time the book went to print Simon & Garfunkel had evolved into the brothers, Paul & Simon Angerfunkell… And in a shameless promotion of my book, what follows is that phone conversation and I should also point out for those who don’t know; Art Garfunkel is also known for his love of long walks:

The line then went silent except for a series of clicks as the call was transferred to Simon Angerfunkell’s phone .

In the back of the F.B.I dodge van, Agent Orange made a small adjustment to the receiver. As he did his hand shook, not through fear, but through the excitement of not only hearing his Hero Simon speak – which was already more than he could have hoped for – but also in anticipation at hearing Paul Angerfunkell’s voice too.

He finished his minor re-tune just in time to hear Paul Angerfunkell’s voice come on the line.  

“Hello darkness my old friend” Paul began, sounding more upbeat than he felt.

“Yeah… Hi.” Simon replied, sounding more uptight than he felt.

Paul Angerfunkell: “Congratulations”.

Simon Angerfunkell: “Sorry? Speak up Paul I can’t hear you.”

PA: “I said congratulations” .

SA: “Nope, still can’t hear you. Speak up big nose.”


SA: “Hey, hey take it easy there little legs. There’s no need to shout Paul, I’m not deaf you know… So anyway, how goes it bro? You never did quite make it to number one over there, did you? The nearest you got was number five wasn’t it?”

PA: “I must say sasquatch, I’m surprised you’ve had the time to keep up with my career, what with all that walking…Say, it must have been real lonesome, all that walking?”

SA: “I made out ok”.

Simon’s gloating tone had now turned to one of suspicion. Seizing upon this, Paul continued to goad his brother.

PA“Yeah yeah, I know you did Simon, but… God-damn, phew, all that walking, jeez, I don’t know man. You know what twinkle toes? Someone ought to invent a portable little radio just for walkers. Yeah that’s a good idea. And you could listen to it through a set of ear plugs. I think I’m on to something here Si.”

Doing his best not to bite, Simon tried to sound bored.

SA: “Well a career change may be just what you need shortbread. After all bro, your music career is dead in the water.”

PA: “No c’mon, I’m serious man, a small radio for walkers. It’s a fucking GREAT idea! It could be called…The walk-man, YES, the Walkman for people who like to walk…What do you reckon you old foot dill flattypus?”

By now, Simon was in fact really getting bored

SA:  “Great idea Pauly, you ought to patent it.”

PA: “Don’t have the time bro. Far too busy writing songs. Err…You did know I write my own songs, didn’t you? I believe it’s called, err…talent, yes talent. That’s what it’s called. Hey ‘Marathon Man’ a thought has just occurred to me. Wouldn’t someone who wrote their own song, which    say for the sake of argument got to number five in the English charts, make a lot more money than say someone who made the top spot singing somebody else’s song?”

SA: “I wouldn’t know about that, but…”

PA: “No you wouldn’t, would you. Listen Si, you’ll laugh at this. You remember that tall English guy, funny haircut, turned up at mom and dad’s New Year Eve’s party?”

SA: “No I don’t to be honest, look Paul I’m bu…”

PA: “Sure you remember him”, Paul persisted. “Lousy singer; under the impression synfff…sinkther…sinforsins…electronic keyboards are going to be the next big thing in music.”

SA:“Phil Oakey?”

Simon ventured his reply cautiously. He wasn’t sure where Paul was heading.

PA: “That’s the fella, I knew you’d remember him. Well it seems his wife is close to patenting a machine that will be ideal for people like you. You know… People who aren’t real musicians. Anyway, it seems this machine of hers plays popular songs without the singer’s voice. Then as far as I can gather, you sing along into a microphone. Apparently the machines have treble, bass, and echo control. Seems all she needs is a name for it. Nice lady, don’t know why she married silly Philly. What was her goddamn name?”

SA: “Carrie?”

Simon spoke quietly. He could feel his brother slowly chipping away at him.

PA: “That’s her… Carrie Oakey. Who knows, it could take off. Anyway, enough of other people’s endeavours, this song of yours, write it yourself did you?”

SA: “No, Dublin and Warren wrote it, if you must know. Look Paul, can we get down to why you really rang. I mean knowing how tight, oops sorry, I meant to say knowing how careful you are with money, I’m sure you didn’t just call to shoot the breeze.”

PA: “Don’t be like that Simple Simon, but…now you mention it, there is another little matter I’d like to discuss with you.”

Simon nodded smugly. ‘Finally, we get down to the brass tacks’ he thought to himself.

SA:“Well, there’s a surprise. OK Paul, I’m all ears… you’re all nose obviously.”

PA:“Huh? What j’say…Never mind. Anyway, while you’ve been walking here there and everywhere as well as singing other peoples songs, I’ve been busy doing a bit of composing. One of the songs I’ve written would probably be more suited to both of us singing it, so I thought what better time than now for a one off,  Paul and Simon Angerfunkell reunion record. It’s a good song, should do well and make us a tidy packet in the bargain. I’ve provisionally called it ‘Death in a small town’. What do you think Si?”

SA:“It would have to be small if you wrote it dwarf boy…I don’t know Paul, this wouldn’t have anything to do with me being in demand and you being, err…shall we say, out of the spotlight, would it?”

PA:“Same old Simon I see. I ring up, offering the olive branch, and you go snatch it off me and beat me around the head with it. Where do you get off man? Well fuck you curly, poke it… Just though I’d give you first offer, that’s all.”

SA: “Just thought you’d cash in on my success more like. You never gave anyone anything, y’tight wad…I don’t know Paul, I’d like to give your career a much needed kick start, but I’m so goddamn busy. I’m just flipping through my diary here, so bear with me…Ah, tell you what Tom Thumb, I’m travelling to England in November for a series of concerts in Leeds, Manchester, Birmingham and London. I got a window the week prior to that. At a pinch I could fit you in then…Otherwise you’re looking at…Mid ’77.”

PA: “Leeds, Manchester, Birmingham, and London, very impressive. Walking from venue to venue no doubt?”

SA: “You’re not funny midget man,”

PA: Oh c’mon, I am a little bit funny. Listen big guy, I’ll send you a demo of the track…That is unless you’ve learnt to read music since I last saw you, I’ll take it you haven’t since you don’t write your own songs. Then I’ll lay down my vocal, in my large, well equipped, private recording studio, mail it to you, and then you can take it down your local record store or wherever it is you do your thing these days, and add your bit. That way, we aint got to meet each other half way. I’ll save on air fare, you’ll save on hiking boots, and hey presto, everybody’s happy.”

SA: “Okey dokey stunted cunthead, get it sorted. Listen man, I really gotta go, I got some fella called Adams coming over in a minute. Apparently he wants to pay me a cool million Dollars to record the theme tune to a movie his book is being made into. Weird song title though, it’s called ‘Shite Cries’…no that’s not it, erm…’White Lies’…wait, that’s not it either. Fuck me what’s it called?”

PA: “How should I know, bright eyes?”

SA: “I wasn’t talking to you, just thinking aloud… ‘TIGHT THIGHS’, that’s it. I knew it would come to me in the end. Listen to this though stumpy, best thing about it is it’s for some dumb ass animal charity, so even if the film bombs, I’ll still look like a celebrity who gives a fuck. If on the other hand, it’s a success, well…I’ll be more popular than ever. It’s a win, win situation.”

With that the two brothers said their farewells, and replaced their respective handsets.

“Go to hell you son of a fuckin’ bitch” Simon growled as he lay back in his chair.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, his brother Paul glared at the phone. “Cunt, cunt, CUNT” he screamed, picking the phone up and getting ready to launch it. However, instead of slinging it across the room he carefully set it back down on his desk. “Don’t get angry Paul, get even”, he told himself as he began dialing a number he’d dialed many times over the years. This time however, it wasn’t a social call..

And the story just grew and grew from that.

But what in the name of fuck has that got to do with the Chimp consistently putting out articles that are seemingly in reply to the ones that I put out, I don’t hear you ask. Nevertheless, I will tell you anyway.

You see, yesterday (21/4/18) the Monkey-Boyz put out the following article:

Simon and Garfunkel ‘were ready to stab each other’ according to explosive new book on their ‘vicious and bitter rift’

  • One of Simon and Garfunkel’s mangers had to ‘stand guard’ to prevent fighting
  • He believed that they were capable of stabbing each other, says a new book
  • The backstage clash happened in 1993 when the stars reunited for a show

The bitter rift between pop stars Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel was so vicious that one of their managers had to stand guard to prevent them fighting – and he even believed they were capable of stabbing each other, according to an explosive new book.

In an authorised biography of Simon by Robert Hilburn – serialised in The Mail on Sunday’s Event magazine today – the songwriter’s business manager Joseph Rascoff reveals: ‘I genuinely believed that if there had been a knife on the table one of them would have used it.’

The backstage clash happened in 1993 when the stars, who had split up in 1970, reunited for a lucrative comeback tour.

Although the pair achieved huge success with hits such as Sound Of Silence and Bridge Over Troubled Water, their feud dated from the 1950s when they performed as an unknown duo called Tom & Jerry.

Garfunkel resented the extent to which he relied on Simon’s songwriting abilities, while Simon was jealous of the attention showered on Garfunkel as the singer. Their success only served to sour relations even more.

The final straw came in 2010 when Simon accused his partner of not giving warning of problems with his voice, which led to the cancellation of a number of shows.

Simon said: ‘He let us all down. I was tired of all the drama. I didn’t feel I could trust him any more.’


And that was the article in full – possibly the shortest that the Monkey-Kuntz have ever written. I mean fuck me, it doesn’t even give the name of the book that the article is about!

Yet neither does it make any sense. I mean the shite states that they had been at loggerheads since the 1950’s which I doubt very fucking much and then goes on to [rightly] say that the duo split in 1970.

It then says that they wanted to KILL each other in 1993 and the final straw came in 2010 when Art Garfunkel said his voice was playing up… What fucking final straw? They can’t of done many more than half a dozen concerts since 1970 to date for fucks sake… Six concerts in nearly 50 years.

Yet tellingly this nameless “new book” is being serialized in the Chimp TWELVE DAYS after the release of my book.

Buy it at the following links:

And the last time that the Chimp wrote an article about the pair was on February 6th 2018 in regard to Paul Simon’s farewell tour and prior to that was on September the 28th 2017, promoting Art Garfunkel’s new book… Mind you, no doubt the nonce-trolls will maintain this latest article of the Chimps to just be another one of those coincidence things again.


And I will bet Art Garfunkel wished that he still looked like he did in those photos above.

Just sayin’.

However, it suddenly struck me just prior to writing this article that The Chimp might not be writing about the same topics that I write about a couple of days after me for reasons of damage limitation or to make me aware that the spooks are watching.

You see, as I have been telling you for this long time, everything has to connect with everything in the world of Satan. Therefore, does it not make sense that the Satanists who run the Chimp are Satanically connecting their articles to mine in order to keep their vibe – or whatever it is – going?

That theory will add an extra 10 minutes typing time to the Noncey-Nonces pointless comment submissions.

Mind you, If the Chimps Monster Masters really want me to shut up they will have to arrange to buy a lot more than just the one book… Just statin’.


Autism by Christopher D Spivey


Anyone who reads the national shit-rags cannot fail to have noticed the way that reporting on Autism has gained momentum over the past two or three years, to the extent that there is now always at least one article published every day talking about the condition – amongst the rest of the other load of old shite obviously.

Indeed, already so far today (19/4/18. 10:12AM) the amateur hacks at the Daily Chimpanzee have 6 (SIX) stories about Autism on their ‘news’ feed. 

Yet crucially, their efforts are an endeavor in normalising the condition via means of total bollox rather than being outraged at the epidemic and trying to get to the bottom of the real reason for the huge increase in cases.

In fact such is the rise in cases that you will be hard pressed to find accurate statistics dating from 2006.

There is nothing normal about that whatsoever and I would suggest that the reason for the lack of data – post 2006 – is because the first world government shit-houses do not dare publish the true statistics.

Instead – as I just said – we get told total bollox in an effort to normalise the epidemic; as seen in one of those fake articles that appears in today’s Chimp:

Indeed, a double whammy for the sick cunts: Normalising Asbergers/Autism and spreading the Holocaust myth… I mean do you really believe that it has taken over 70 years to discover that Ass-Burger was a nazi?

Get real.

So, what is the cause of the disgusting and totally unacceptable rise in Autism? Indeed, many, many people attribute the cause to the MMR child vaccination – which is certainly a very dangerous vaccine that you would be hard pressed to find a child receiving who is born into the elite world of Monsters.

And to be fair, I too still buy into that claim… However, there has to be something else.

You see, on April 4th 2018 myself and my daughter, Stacey were officially, finally given some news that we knew to be true over a year and a half ago – namely that my grandson, Clayton is Autistic.

Yet he has never had the MMR or any other of the standard childhood poisons masquerading as immunisations… Therefore logic dictates that there has to be at least one other cause of the condition.

And as such, I have come up with the following possibilities:

Clayton was born via emergency c-section and I mean emergency, with alarms going off in the room and all manner of controlled panic by the medical staff. Indeed, only minutes earlier there was nothing to indicate what was about to happen. The midwife came into the room at sometime after 3 AM in the morning to check on Stacey and I took the opportunity to go outside for a quick smoke, yet less that 10 minutes later when I arrived back at the ward, Stacey was already in the operating theater.

Course, I am not saying that cesareans are the cause of Autism or greatly increase the risk although I wouldn’t totally rule it out as there is also a huge rise in this form of giving birth especially amongst the rich whose children appear as susceptible to the condition as the poor do.

However, when Clayton was plucked out he apparently wasn’t responding well to the medical staffs efforts to stabalise him which led to a nurse coming into the waiting room and asking my permission (as next of kin to Stacey) to give him an injection of some sort or other – I can’t remember exactly what, it was a very tense time, but it could have been Adrenalin.

Now obviously that request put me in an awful situation that demanded an immediate answer. I mean as you are all no doubt aware, I am dead set against these poisons that doctors & nurses pump willy-nilly into babies and children but on the other hand, had I refused and something had happened to Clay, how was I supposed to face Stacey and tell her that I was to blame?

Therefore, after quickly questioning the nurse about the injections safety – I was told it was perfectly safe but then again that is a standard response – I reluctantly agreed… And to date, that is the one and only injection that Clayton has had in the nigh on five years that have passed since.

However, once again I am not saying that was the cause. Another possibility is the epidural that Stacey had and indeed I believe that this form of pain relief has increased tenfold over the years and as such is a possibility that cannot be ruled out… As is the possibility that Stacey passed the condition onto Clay whilst he was in the womb.

You see, I brought Stacey up alone from the age of 6 months old and 22 years ago I was nowhere near as clued up as I am now and as such, she had all of her childhood poisons including the MMR.

PHOTO: Stacey and me when she first came to live with me.

And once again, that possibility cannot be ruled out and of course reverts back to the obscene MMR vaccine.

Nevertheless, for the first three years of his life Clayton appeared to be developing normally.

PHOTO: New born Clay, Stacey & Me

PHOTO: Stacey & Clayton


PHOTO: Me & Clay

PHOTO: And again

PHOTO: And again

PHOTO: Watching his favorite ‘Peppa Pig’ DVD… My favorite too 

PHOTO: He still acted as he should at this stage

PHOTO: Helping Grandad mow the lawn.

PHOTO: Mens talk

Which brings me to the third possibility that I still find impossible to write about without gritting my teeth in anger.

You see, me and Stacey began to notice the change in Clayton after those stinking, arsewipe, coward cunts, masquerading as policemen kicked down my door under false pretenses, scaring Clayton half to death… The second ,major mental trauma in his short life if you include the birth trauma.

All I will add about those stinking, pieces of human shit and the psychopathic, criminal social workers that they colluded with to unsuccessfully try and snatch Clayton in a bid to silence me is that I haven’t forgotten about you, you stinking sub-normal cunts, I never will and I never forgive… Slug-like Animals.

For documented proof of how the police colluded with social workers to steal Clayton click HERE

And of course I was quite rightly found Not Guilty on all charges for which the child stealing action was based on – which the Police were severely criticized for bringing the charges in the first place by the trial judge, due to the cunts having no evidence to put forward.

Indeed both the corrupt little thugs and the equally corrupt psychopathic [un] social services look in the wrong place for abuse.

So, just to give the 3D skidmarks a hint, the following is what a happy, much loved child looks like:

And the following is what to look for in children who aren’t:

And again:

I personally find that photo particularly disturbing.

Nevertheless, the trauma caused to Clayton by the corrupt Pigs was followed by him then having to move out of the only home that he had ever known after Stacey was fast tracked by housing after it was deemed by the housing association to be too dangerous for her to live here in case of attack following the disgusting lies printed about me in the national press and the detrimental affect a fear of the police returning was having on her mental health… Well done you muggy cunts. You might be able to scare the shit out of toddlers and teenage girls who are not used to your bully-shit-thuggery but you didn’t and still don’t scare me for one second… Pathetic, Paedo-Protecting, Nonce Cunts.

And there is of course plenty of documented evidence to suggest that severe mental trauma can trigger Autism.

Other possibilities include chem-trails and the shite that is added to our food and water. Nevertheless and as I say, the shit-rags have no interest whatsoever in getting to the real root-cause of the problem although I very strongly suspect that they already know the real reason… Just like the cunts know that Cannabis Oil cures cancer but repeatedly refuse to shout it from the roof tops.

And so, as an aside to this article about Autism I can tell you that I have definite proof that Cannabis Oil cures even the most advanced cancers being as my Rottweiler, Jessica was diagnosed with terminal cancer in August 2016.

PHOTOS: Jessica on the day that she was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

Now the vet showed me the scan photos, pointing out the large tumour and categorically stated that Jessica had two months MAXIMUM to live. She then asked me if I wanted her to put Jessica down there and then.

However, after being assured that Jessica was not in any pain at the moment the vet told me that what would happen sometime in the next two months is that the tumour would burst and Jessica would bleed to death internally. However, the vet added that when the tumour bursts, I would know because Jessica would become very lethargic and refuse to eat or drink. The vet then said that when that happened I had plenty of time to bring Jess back to be put down before she was in any pain.

I therefore took her home and immediately started her on high concentrate Cannabis Oil and nearly two YEARS later, Jessica is still with me and doing fine.

But nevertheless, back to the Autism and another of the Chimps propaganda articles out today is designed to get Autistic children – and others with special needs – out of mainstream school:

Derrrr, because it helps the money go round you snide cunts.

Indeed much of the problem lies with teachers who do not have a clue how to handle children with Autism – although that makes Autistic children sound a lot worse than they actually are.

That problem is compounded by the time it takes to get a diagnosis – in our case a year and a half which on average is very quick.

In turn, that highlights just how many children have Autism these days because that [quick] year and a half that we had to wait for a diagnosis – yet was already blatantly obvious to us and Clay’s teachers – was not filled with Doctors Appointments and Assessments. It was filled with waiting time for cancellations to come up in order to get Clay seen.

And until a school is in possession of the official confirmation, they cannot apply for funding to employ a teacher with the training needed to accommodate Autistic children’s needs.

Nevertheless, Myself & Stacey have had a number of meetings with the school and educational welfare officers and at one, where we made it clear to Clayton’s head teacher that we wanted Clay to stay in mainstream education, he told us that it was OUR choice and if we wanted him to remain in the school he was quite happy to go along with that whilst also making it clear that Clayton would also be allowed to attend a ‘specialist’ school if we wanted to go down that road… So the Chimp is once again talking bollox and working to an agenda.

Now that we have the official diagnosis and the school has got the go-ahead for funding, things are moving very quickly and we did in fact have a meeting with Educational Welfare on Monday (16th of April) after Clayton had been discreetly observed by the officer, at school earlier that morning.

She too was happy for Clay to remain in mainstream education but also gave us the option of a specialist school – which we were adamant that we were not interested in not least because it would mean a car journey and Clay is happy and settled where he is.

I did however point out the concerns I had with the school teachers not really knowing how to handle him. For instance, at the moment Clay is allowed to do whatever he wants rather than being made to sit with his class at “circle time”.

To me that is unacceptable and there is no reason that he cannot be taught to do so other than the fact that the teachers know that he will kick off when he is made to do something that he doesn’t want to do… But that quickly ceases once he knows that he no longer has a choice.

The same is true with P.E which he doesn’t do, yet I know that is only because Clay knows that by refusing to take part he will be able to play on the computer. He is also on a reduced timetable and we collect him at 2 PM as opposed to 3:15 PM. This practice was originally requested by us because he went from doing half days at the school nursery to suddenly having to do full days once he started in ‘Reception Class’.

However, his school teacher does not feel that he is ready to do that extra hour and a quarter each day – something that I strongly disagree with. His problem is mental not physical… And what’s more, the educational welfare officer agreed with me on all those points.

Indeed Clay and all Autistic children are more than capable of learning to follow the rules. They just have to be handled with kid gloves.

PHOTO: Clay at school 

PHOTO: Clay after having his hair cut

PHOTO: Clay looks and acts normal but has poor speech, poor attention span and is prone to tantrums… No different from most teenagers as it happens.

Indeed it is fair to say that I idolise the boy and he thinks that I am 10 ft tall. My main concern is that he is happy and since he is I have no concerns, but make no mistake about it, Autism is caused by something that the first-world governments are inflicting on the population.

And that my friends concerns me greatly.

PHOTO: Me picking Clay up from school today (19/4/18) at 2 PM

World War 3? Do Me A Favour! by Christopher D Spivey.

World War 3? Do Me A Favour!

American President Donny Fart allegedly asked the question: ‘What kind of a nation wants to be associated with the mass murder of innocent men, women and children?’ before apparently unleashing a missile strike on Syria.

Has the fucking hypocrite forgotten about his own country’s genocide that wiped out up to 18 million Red Indians? Or the millions of innocent men, women and children killed or maimed by American troops in the two wars on Iraq… And that is just for starters.

Course, his illegal bombing of Syria in theory could spark WW3 resulting in the mass murder of his own “innocent men women and children“…

How The West Was Won: Part 2

PHOTO: Donny Fart following the Third Reich blueprint for the NWO

But it won’t of course.

You see, his criminal military action – with the help of our cuntry’s transvestite leader and the French chief puppet – was nothing more than a play act designed to both outrage and terrify those of us living in the “civilized world“.

A Political Trans-Formation Shrouded In Evil

PHOTO: Terry May – how could anyone take that cunt seriously?

Indeed, if you have read my article “How The West Was Won. Part 1” you will know that the aim of these Satanic leaders is to lead the world into chaos… Not destroy the world with nuclear bombs.

And fuck me they are doing a good job.

However, what you have to do is think about it logically and not in terms of: “President Assad murdered his own people by unleashing a chemical attack on them and that justifies the air strikes“. Or the opposing view: “it has fuck all to do with us what the Syrian government do or don’t do. it is not worth going to war over“… Both of which are designed to split public opinion and both of which work on the premise that the attack actually happened.

Instead you have to look at the third option, namely it was all a play act with all the participants in on the fraud and that includes English College Hospital, educated, Syrian President, Assad who is married to an English sort… Making his children British.

Meanwhile, the criminally insane, alleged Paedophile Putin has long been a tool… Of those who really pull the strings of power.

PHOTO: Who knows? Perhaps it’s a Russian thing

But then again, only those with huge skeletons in their closets get to be world-leaders/puppets.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t take a genius to work out that there is not going to be a WW3 – although keeping the population believing that we are on the brink of it is good for business – and this latest play act will certainly not be the cause if ever there is one.

Indeed you only have to look at the total bollox published by the Chimp to know that.

I mean last week Putin warned that there will be huge consequences for any military action taken by the West against Syria… If any Russian blood is spilt:

No Russian blood was spilt… Indeed it would seem that all Russian personnel were conveniently moved out of harms way before the attack began.

Which is just as fucking well because Putin’s scare tactics involved threatening to bomb Cyprus – an island that has between 60,000 and 80,000 British Citizens living on it… Did the British Government warn them to leave the island for their own safety?

Did it fuck.

Why not?

Because it is a play act.

I mean of course the Russians knew the attack was coming because it was announced two days ago that Donny Fart was sending a HUGE armada of 12 warships to the Mediterranean.

HUGE, I say fucking HUGE… Although the American Navy has more than 430 ships & submarines at its disposal… So not very huge at all really.

Besides, do you really think that if those dozen ships were an invading force, the public would be privy to such information?

Get real.

Course, America with those 430 war vessels and 3700 aircraft in the Navy alone didn’t need the UK or France’s participation. Indeed, as far as I can see, the only two reasons for our cuntry to be involved is to further undermine the pretence of our existing democracy and to pave the way for the useless idiot, Jeremy Corbyn to become our next Prime Mincer… Something I told you would happen over two years ago.

Mind you, He-She sees the situation differently:

So, it is our “national interests” to severely piss off the country that could bring us to our knees in a matter of days by turning off our gas supply… No need to bomb us, just pull the plug on our gas lines… Roger that:

As for gas, which accounts for just under 40 per cent of total energy consumed in Britain, 43 per cent currently comes from UK production, 44 per cent comes from European pipelines (of which a third is ultimately supplied by Russia). The remaining 13 per cent is imported in the form of liquified natural gas (LNG) – either from Qatar, the US or, since of this year, the Yamal LNG project in Russia’s Arctic. Putin’s sale of this gas to the UK, when Russia is still under EU sanctions following the annexation of Crimea, is something of a PR coup for him. It sends the message that however much we would like to retaliate against him economically, we are constrained by our dependence on Russian energy. Source

BORIS Johnson’s tough-guy stance against Moscow after the suspected poisoning of an M16 double-agent was made to look like a load of hot air today after emergency supplies of Russian gas arrived in Britain.

The UK has become heavily dependent on gas imports since the closure of an off-shore storage facility last year and shortages sparked by last week’s sub-zero cold snap highlighted both the fragile state of British energy security and the importance of staying onside with the Russian suppliers. Source

As for France’s involvement? Fuck knows why, other than Mr & Mrs Assad speak fluent French.

Nevertheless, you have to wonder how attacking a country with air and sea power is not an act of war, yet clearly it isn’t these days since our Tranny Prime Mincer may well have dodged Parliaments approval but he-she could not possibly have done the same without Sweaty Betty’s say so.

But that is by the by since it would appear that anyone is allowed to attack Syria. I mean ISIS do it all the time with their army of 300,000 fifteen year olds, taking over military airbases, power stations and oil supplies whenever they fancy… Apparently.

So why should Assad be bothered if America, Britain and the country of white-flag wavers attack… As long as the Russians living and working in Syria are safely out of the way of course.

I mean it is not as if the inconvenience would interrupt him serenading his wife with Charles Aznavour songs:


Nevertheless, it appears that 105 missiles were launched in the attack at three alleged Chemical & Biological Warfare Instillation… Over 70 of them at an above ground instillation and presumably 15 or 16 each at the two underground facilities.

But then again why waste missiles on underground facilities – despite them being more likely to hold chemical & biological weapons of mass destruction – when they are so fucking hard to photograph.

I mean, the above ground facility is a photographers dream with the Worlds Press apparently on site at the break of dawn to take photos of the ruins… And whilst it was happening of course:

Perfect timing.

I wonder if those press photographers were wearing Chemical & Biological warfare suits since there MUST have been – and still must be – all manner of deadly germs in the air.

After all, these chemicals are released in bombs so logic dictates that there must be all manner of Anthrax and shit airborne all over Syria and beyond right now.

Thank fuck they moved the Russians out of the way.

Never mind the 70 odd cruise missiles fired at the place, does that look like a top secret military installation?

Of course it fucking doesn’t.

We may be ruled by mad cunts but they are mad cunts who love themselves, their lives of luxury, power and control… And as such, they are certainly not about to destroy all that they value so dearly.

And finally, thanks to the usual crew this months site fees have been paid. However, they are due again in 4 weeks time. Nevertheless I am not going to ask you for donations, I am going to ask you to buy my paperback novel that was released earlier in the week.

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Who knows, if enough of you do I could keep the site going for years… Or retire.

Just sayin’.

Monkey Madness Crime-Wave Reaches Epidemic Levels by Christopher D Spivey.

Monkey Madness Crime-Wave Reaches Epidemic Levels

I have tried, I really have.

However, I now find that I can no longer ignore the total and utter bollox of  ‘news’ offerings published by the sub-normal Orangutans at the Daily Chimpanzee in regard to this years London gang related crime-wave.

So let’s start with the fake murder of Tanesha Melbourne:

The halo is a nice touch, but then again it is from a Spook photo agency, although the added irony – something that the Monkey Trampz cannot stop themselves from inventing – is cringe worthy to the maximum. I mean c’mon for fucks sake, “a youth worker trying to keep kids safe” gets murdered!

At 17 years old she is – or was if you believe the total bollox – only a kid herself and wouldn’t even have been earning an adult fucking wage.

Mind you, in typical Chimp fashion that old bollox changed the following day:

It also emerged today that the teenager was studying child care at college and hoped to one day become a social worker. Source

I wonder if she knew that the main qualification needed to be a social worker is that you have to be a psychopath?

She also worked at Tottenham Hotspur’s, White Hart Lane football ground… Apparently:

Ms How, who also works in security at nearby Tottenham Hotspur football club, said her niece had worked at the old White Hart Lane ground.

A Spurs spokesman said: ‘As a Club we send our deepest condolences to the family, friends and everyone affected by the tragic passing of Tanesha.’ 

Ms How added: ‘She worked in the catering department on a few occasions. She had a bright future, she was a good girl who didn’t deserve this.’ Source

Busy girl, but I should point out that football clubs are nearly always involved in these fake events… The Minions obviously think by getting them involved, the story becomes more believable.

Nevertheless, it seems that Tanesha had just left her boyfriend’s mother’s house and was stood outside talking to someone – despite living over two miles away, when she was shot:

A family friend told MailOnline: ‘Tanesha lived with her mum, nan and sisters in South Tottenham, the reason she was by Northumberland Park was because she was seeing her boyfriend.

‘She was outside his mother’s house when she was shot. Source

We are talking about London here, not the fictional village of Emmerdale… But for the sake of goodwill we will pretend that two and a bit miles away in London isn’t a whole different world.

So, Tanesha has just walked out of her boyfriends house – he must have been keen to get rid of her and he certainly wasn’t a gentleman since he must have immediately shut the door leaving his bird to fend for herself at 9.30 PM in what the Chimp describes as being a very dangerous area –  when she immediately bumps into someone she knows well enough to stop and chat with.

This chance meeting then led to speculation that the fella she was talking to was the intended target:

Youth worker Tanesha Melbourne died in a drive-by shooting in Tottenham, north London, on Monday night.

The 17-year-old was leaving her boyfriend’s home and standing with a friend who was thought to have been the intended target.

The area of Tottenham where the killing took place has a history of violence between local youths and rivals from nearby Wood Green. Source

Yet the Chimp’s are portraying her as a nicely brought up, innocent girl who doesn’t hang around in gangs:

‘She would go round friends homes but wasn’t usually one of these kids who hangs around on street corners. She was a sensible girl who had a good head on her shoulders. She wouldn’t have been involved in anything stupid.’

One friend said: ‘Tanesha was just an innocent child caught up in this stupid postcode war.’ Source

Yet despite being a “youth worker, trying to keep kids safe“, we are now being asked to believe that sweet & Innocent, Tanesha – with her head screwed firmly on – who didn’t hang around in gangs, knew a gangster well enough to stop and chat to him… Roger that.

Course, that old bollox is in total contradiction to version 2 which has Tanesha stood outside an old terraced house owned by two solicitors with a gang of friends… Obviously Solicitors don’t earn much these days.

Yet there is always one or two solicitors or barristers guaranteed to be caught up in the thick of these am-drams… The Minions think that this gives their old fanny credibility.

So how is this for credibility:

Tanesha and a group of friends, including two males and a female, had moments earlier been gathered outside a terraced home owned by solicitor Martha Yassein, 30, and her husband Phil, aged 33. 

Mrs Yassein said that the teenager had been on the phone and was asking someone on the other line ‘where are you’ just before she was shot.

Fuck me, Mrs Yaksick – or whatever the fraud cunts name is – wants to invest in some double glazing although she would be a wizz as a member of her local neighborhood watch… Sorry, please do carry on:

Three shots were fired with one bullet slicing into Mrs Yassein’s home, just above her front window, which forensic police officers recovered earlier today. 

She said: ‘My mother-in-law had called round and when I answered the door I could see there was a small group of boys and girls by my front wall. 

Some might say perfect timing:

‘I’d not seen them there before.

Well Tanesha lived over two miles away so that is probably why although the sweet & innocent child seemed to know every cunt within a two and a half mile radius of her home… In London, whereas I don’t even know half of the people who live in my block of flats.

We’d not been inside a minute when there were three bangs, the first two we didn’t really pay much attention to but the last one was louder and made us stop talking. This was the bullet which hit the house.

HA HA HA HA HA. So Yakshit could hear what Tanesha was saying on her phone but thought fuck all about two gunshots, although the third shot snapped her out of her trance because everyone knows that shot number three has a much larger discharge bang than the first two have… Roger-Fucking-That:

‘I opened the door and saw a young girl, that I now know to be Tanesha, shouting “I’ve been shot, I’ve been shot”.  As she did so, she slowly sank to the floor but it looked out of shock more than anything. 

‘She lay down on the road flat on her back and one of the boys she was with lifted her top to find where she was bleeding but there didn’t look to be any blood. 

Why did Tanesha lay down in the road? Oh, hang on, it’s London we are talking about, the City with zero traffic… Triffic… Carry on:

‘The other boy said “don’t worry, you haven’t been shot” and she was put into the recovery position.

No traffic, Eagle eyed, bat eared, upwardly mobile residents and first-aider teenagers calmly putting their friends into the recovery position in the middle of the road… Cosmic:

‘Her friends were telling people to give her some air and some space so she’d calm down. 

She is lying – somehow – in the middle of the fucking road. How much more space did she want:

‘At this point the paramedics had already been called and I closed the door thinking she was having a panic attack and would be OK in the long run.

Where can I get me a set of them there bat-ears, I’m as deaf as a fucking post me. Nevertheless, Mrs Yakshite is like no other woman ever in the history of the world. I mean, three gunshots are fired right outside her front door, a bird goes down claiming to have been shot, and Paramedics have been called, but does Mrs Batshit stand and gawp? Does she fuck. she wants to go back and chat to her mother-in-law.

Beam me up Scotty:

‘The street soon filled with flashing blue lights and police and paramedics were everywhere. 

Fucking curtain twitcher:

‘A while later I heard screaming and crying but it sounded really anguished and I knew then that it was more serious because someone was obviously in deep despair. 

‘Looking out the window, I could see that Tanesha was still lying on the ground but was now covered in a sheet from the neck down. You could still see her face.

‘A police officer then called round and told us that she had been shot in the chest and had died. 

Well, that is standard procedure in cloud cuckoo land… Manners cost fuck all… Was he carrying a bunch of flowers by any chance?

‘It was a huge shock as we’ve only been living here for a year and this road is usually very quiet.

In a gang infested, crime ridden kind of way:

‘There’s been issues with crime in the area but this street is usually left alone.

Indeed. Even cars don’t bother with it… Apparently:

‘My mother-in-law had heard Tanesha on the phone to someone when she arrived at our house and she was asking them ‘where are you?’

In fact it was the very first thing that Ma said to her daughter-in-law as she stepped over the threshold: “Ello, dear, ere, there is a young girl outside on her phone asking whoever she is talking to, where they are”

“Nooo, surely not… Mum”.

“Yes, true as I’m standing ere, couldn’t fuckin’ believe it… And don’t call me mum” 

‘Less than 60 seconds later, she was shot. It’s awful, my heart goes out to her family.’ Source

Lying cunt.

Shall we have a butchers at version 3?

Of course we fucking shall:

A woman who knew the murdered girl said the victim was “just chilling with her friends” when she was shot from a car for “no reason at all”.

“The car just pulled up and just started shooting,” said the 21-year-old, who did not want to be named. She said she heard the gunshots “like fireworks” from her house.

So, we now have another “witness” who knew Tanesha, yet how many times do we read about these “witnesses” comparing gunshots to fireworks or a bomb going off and vice versa? Indeed these are standard “witness” statements on all fake events along with “it was like something out of a horror film” or a “Hollywood movie“.

Carry on shit-bags:

The witness in Tottenham said: “Her friend came banging on my door so I came out quickly. I even tried to save her – had to, had to.”

Did you, did you?… Cunt.

I mean it goes from the sublime to the absolutely ridiculous… What is this witness? A super-vet or summat?

Carry on:

She said the gunshot wound, below the victim’s breast, was not immediately visible and it looked like she was “having a fit”.

That’s modern bullets for ya:

“I put her on her side and I was just rubbing her back, saying ‘everything’s going to be OK’. I just can’t believe it – so young. It’s ridiculous now.”

Spot on, it is absolutely ridiculous:

The woman said the victim was not responding, but added: “I could see she was looking at me.” 

She told how the girl’s mother arrived before paramedics, adding: “She was screaming. She didn’t know what to do.”

It only became clear the 17-year-old had been shot when the paramedics took her bra off. “She didn’t deserve that. Her mum didn’t deserve to watch her die,” she said. Source

Apparently Mum – who arrived before the paramedics got there – is superwoman too, since Tanesha’s family home is a 9 minute drive away if there is no traffic.

So, now we have Tanesha getting shot dead in the road, whilst stood talking to a gangster friend on the pavement – despite having a job trying to keep “kids” away from gangsters – outside her boyfriend’s house, who had left her to go back inside, leaving her with a gang of friends (despite Tanesha not living in the nice quiet, crime ridden area), outside an ultra-nosey solicitor’s house, who gets late night visits from her mother-in-law but is that laid back she takes no notice of gunshots going off.

And then, after being shot with a self hiding bullet, her gangster friend (masquerading as a gang of teenagers), instantly calls Tanesha’s mother (obviously having got Tanesha’s mother’s phone number on speed-dial), to tell her that she has been shot, despite there being no physical signs as such.

Meantime, the gangster morphs into a “female friend” of Tanesha’s and runs over to a house to tell another of Tanesha’s friends that Tanesha has been shot by an invisible bullet.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, having received the news that her daughter has been shot by an invisible bullet, Tanesha’s mother grabs her car keys (or caught the tube or bus) and makes the 9 minute car journey (as long as there is no traffic), arriving at the scene before the Paramedics… Or police for that matter.

Tanesha then dies in her mother’s arms… And that is what passes for journalism in this cuntry. Worse still, I am only quoting from the Chimp, not various other news sources.

Course, at this stage Tanesha’s – apparently stone deaf – boyfriend, living with his – apparently stone deaf – mother, having left his “sweet & innocent” young bird outside his front door chatting to a gangster in the dark in a dangerous, crime-ridden area, inhabited by the upper-middle-class, is nowhere to be seen.

However, as luck would have it, that anomaly was solved by the 12 year old Monkey-Hackz a couple of days later… In other words, the shit-cunts simply changed the story once AGAIN to suit their made-up narrative:

Last night her boyfriend, who was with the teenager when she was shot dead, was revealed by MailOnline as an aspiring model and basketball player.

Course he was, I mean aren’t they always? And of course, male models always, but always go out with big fat bloopers:

PHOTO: Big, fat Tanesha seen out in an ever-decreasing-in-size gang, an hour before she was murdered whilst visiting her superstar, super-looking male-model boyfriend.

Just gerron wi’it:

Lumear Small, 20, had been with the 17-year-old for seven months after they met some years ago at the local Bruce Grove Youth Centre in Haringey, north London.

Mr Small said: ‘She was beautiful inside and out. She had the biggest heart of any girl I’ve ever met.

‘We’d been together for seven months but had met a few years ago at the youth club and were friends. She wanted to work in child care after her studies which shows you just what a warm, caring person she was.

I thought that she wanted to be a social worker, the exact opposite of working in child care, but there ya go:

‘I’m heartbroken. I hope whoever has done this is brought to justice.’

Mr Small said he was unable to speak about the night of the murder because he is helping police with their enquiries. 

INQUIRIES” not “enquiries” you thick useless cunts:

‘I’ve been told I can’t talk about it,’ he said. Source

Obviously he can’t… The final script hasn’t been decided on just yet!

PHOTO: Lumear & Tanesha… Allegedly

Now according to the Chimp blurb, that photo was taken from Lumear Small’s Facebook, cept I am fucked if I can find it on there. In fact I am fucked if I can find any photos, likes-from or even mentions of Tanesha on the spook account.

However, it is worth noting that of the 1.4 billion people who use Facebook, he is the only person who has the name ‘Lumear Small’.

Neither is Tanesha on Lumear’s friends list, although she has Facebook and his account info states that he is “in a relationship“. Course, the fact that it states that as such means that Tanesha has not reciprocated… Very fucking strange.

So I had a butchers at Tanesha’s Facebook… The bane of the Security Services life since mostly everybody in the first world under 40 has it and genuine looking accounts are hard to fake.

Yet Tanesha Melbourne – the only person on Facebook with that name – doesn’t have her ‘boyfriend’ on her account either.

Nevertheless, Lumear looks to me very much like 25 year old Harry Uzoka who was supposedly stabbed to death in January making him victim number 7 to be murdered in London this year.

PHOTO: Harry Uzoka

Harry was apparently on the books of Premier Model Management and had modeled for brands including Mercedes and Zara – meaning that he couldn’t possibly be Lumear since he models for ‘First Model Management‘, not ‘Premier Model Management‘.

And of course, Lumear is only 20 years old and not dead. Yet the likeness is uncanny.

Coincidence of course.

As is Lumear’s likeness to someone dead called Shaq:

“Shaq” appears on Tanesha’s Facebook friend, Fat Jasmines account… Just sayin’.

I should also point out that Fat Jasmine looks very much like transexual, Naomi Hersi who was stabbed to death in March 2018:

PHOTO: Hersi & Fat

My, hasn’t the Hersi-Bar-Kid got a weird shaped face?

And, as yet another coincidence would have it, Tanesha is an anagram of Asenath

Asenath, Asenith and Osnat (, ) is a figure in the Book of Genesis (41:45, 41:50-52), an Egyptian woman who Pharaoh gave to Joseph, son of Jacob, to be his wife. The daughter of Potipherah, a priest of Heliopolis, she bore Joseph two sons, Manasseh and Ephraim, who became the patriarchs of the Israelite tribes of Manasseh and Ephraim.

Modern scholarship says her name derives from the Egyptian language name “she who belongs to (the goddess) Neith” and that her name may be phonetically transliterated from the New Kingdom-era Egyptian hieroglyphsNs-Nt.

And also an anagram of Shantae

Shantae is a fictional character from a Capcom video game:

Set in the fictional world of Sequin Land, the series follows Shantae as she tries to protect her hometown Scuttle Town, and more generally Sequin Land as a whole, from various threats, which generally involve to some extent her nemesis, the lady pirate Risky Boots. The setting, despite various fantasy, dark fantasy and steampunk elements, mostly displays oriental-inspired esthetics.

However, disregarding that fact, does anyone else find it strange that it is only London affected by this 4 month long “crime wave“?

I mean surely Manchester and Birmingham should be just as affected?

Yet in an effort to prove that this crime epidemic is not total bollox the Chimp paraded a doctor in their fanny-peddling shit-rag, telling us all about it:

And of course no bollox-claim made by the Monkey-Kuntz is complete without putting a face to the name:

Fuck me, I haven’t seen him since the Westminster Bridge terrapin-attack total fantasy:

I have got a better photo somewhere but I am fucked if I can find it at the moment.

Mind you, the thick-cunts managed to get one true headline out of the old bollox:

After all, there is no risk of being caught up in a terrorist attack in this country… Not even the government orchestrated ones since they all take place in a carefully controlled environment.

Course, you know what is causing this crime-wave epidemic don’t you?

Well as it happens, neither did I until the gob-shite-monkey-kuntz told me:

Although I find that very hard to believe:

But then again what the fuck do I know!

Nevertheless, I know for a fact that it is all bollox because I had already picked up on the Chimps almost hysterical reporting on the London murder epidemic before Tanesha had even been pretend murdered.

And by doing so I can prove that not only is the shit-rag peddling fake news, but they are also quietly altering their archives to suit their purpose… In other words, more Winston Smith than Winston Silcott.

You see, Tanesha Melbourne – who was allegedly shot dead on the 2nd of April 2018 – is being touted as the 48th murder to take place on the ‘mean streets’ of London this year… Which is mighty fucking strange since I know for a fact that when the farticle was released on the 3rd, she was being touted as the 37th victim… It is after all, my job to read and process facts.

Course, that left me the rather difficult task of proving it since that “37th victim” fact has now been totally erased from the Chimp Archive…  So I simply typed the words “37 murder victims in London so far this year“, into the Google search bar and my problem was immediately solved:

And when you click on that link you are taken to the farticle seen further up this page about Tanesha with no mention whatsoever of a “37th murder victim“.

Tellingly the article was last updated on the 5th of April with no mention of how many revisions have taken place between then and when the farticle was first released.

Nevertheless, the child-like hacks cannot even get their fake facts right since Tanesha has moved up 10 places to the number 47 spot not  the number 48 spot as is claimed in the fake-news above:

The victim, named locally as Tanesha, was killed in a drive-by attack while she was with friends in Chalgrove Road shortly before 9.30pm on Monday.

Her death – the fifth fatal shooting in London in 2018 – means the Metropolitan Police have now launched 47 murder inquiries this year. Source

And just to show you that was no fluke, here is a segment from another report:

The teenager, who had just become a mentor at her local youth club, died in the street as she was cradled by her mother who arrived before paramedics. She became the 47th person to be murdered in London this year. Source

Indeed, the number 48 spot goes to 16 year old Amaan Shakoor who was originally murdered – according to the Chimp – 30 minutes after Tanesha although that has now been revised to “minutes after

PHOTO: Official Met Police photo handout of SIXTEEN yr old A Fella Shakoor

He’s a Muslim then? Surely that falls under the category of a terrapin attack?

Nevertheless, in a further effort to massage the figures, Shakoor was elevated from number 48 to the number 49 spot:

Mourners at the scene where a 16-year-old boy was shot in the face ‘after being warned he was selling cocaine in the wrong place’ were searched by police following an altercation between two groups.

Amaan Shakoor was said to have been shot in the face by two hooded men on Monday night near a school in Walthamstow, East London.

Police said the 16-year-old was the 49th person to be murdered in London this year fuelling fears of a surge in youth violence and postcode wars between gangs.

Amaan’s father, Mohammed Shakoor, speaking at the family’s east London home said: ‘He was a wonderful son. We need time to come to terms with this, we are obviously devastated.’ Source

And of course, that plod photo handout just didn’t cut the mustard for the Ape-Shitz and as such, they knocked the following photo up and are now using it across the board:

Which immediately reminded me of the gangster, Mark duggan who was controversially shot dead by the plod

Which was obviously the aim of the Monkey’s game since Duggan was then incorporated into the old bollox:

Tragic gun victim Tanesha Melbourne’s father was jailed for nine years for handing a gun to a masked man who shot a motor dealer in an incident which led to the arrest of Mark Duggan.

Conrad Kingdom, 45, was convicted in 2007, when Tanesha was seven. He had roared up to a garage on the back of a motorbike carrying a loaded handgun that was then used by a balaclava-wearing thug to shoot a mechanic.

Mark Duggan, the gangster whose death by police in 2011 sparked the London riots, was friends with Kingdom. Duggan was arrested in the search for the identity of the masked gunman but was later released without charge.

The revelations provide new background for the brutal killing of Tanesha who was shot in the chest in a drive-by attack at 9.35pm on Monday. Source

But of course the cunts do not associate that claim with their claim that Tanesha was “sweet & innocent”.

Nevertheless, matters became even more ridiculous. You see in one of the many farticles about Tanesha (found HERE), the Monkey-Boyz also printed the following photo:

Which when added up totals 47, an presumably includes Tanesha, but not Amaan Shakoor who wasn’t dead when the farticle was published.

And just for the benefit of the terminally thick, the Chimpz wrote the following directly above the graph:

So far this year the Metropolitan Police have launched 47 murder inquiries – eight in January, 15 in February, 22 in March and two in April.

Before stating the following directly below it:

In the whole of last year, there were 130 murders in London. The number of killings reached a peak around June before dropping again in the second half of the year.

So far this year, 31 people have been stabbed to death in the capital. The latest was a 20-year-old man who was attacked moments after leaving a bar in Wandsworth and died in the street.

On Thursday, the family of Abraham Badru, 26, who was shot dead in Hackney, east London, on March 25 warned that “gun culture is becoming rampant in our community”.

There have been five fatal shootings in London so far in 2018.

Keep those figures in your head.

Now on Wednesday the 4th of April there were apparently 2 more murders in the Capital:

On Wednesday, another two men died in another night of bloodshed in London.

A man in his 20s was found fatally wounded by officers in Hackney at about 8pm, and died at the scene half an hour later despite receiving first aid.

In the same borough just four hours earlier a man in his 50s died outside a Betfred bookmakers in Clapton following a suspected fight at about 4.30pm. Source

Which should take the total to 49 or at best 50… But it doesn’t. Not according to the Chimp anyway:

An 18-year-old student who became the 55th victim of London’s 2018 murder spree was stabbed five times on New Year’s Eve in a previous attack, friends say. 

Israel Ogunsola was found fatally wounded by officers in Hackney at 8pm yesterday, and died at the scene half an hour later despite receiving first aid. Source

Now Israel is the fella described as in his 20’s in the report above the last one:

A man in his 20s found fatally wounded by officers in Hackney at about 8pm, and died at the scene half an hour later despite receiving first aid.

Yet the original article was published before he was even murdered:

However if Israel was not included in the original article released 2 hours before his murder (before it was updated), then why the fuck did the cunts not just write a whole new one? After all, the hacks can get at least 50 stories seemingly  out of someone standing in dog-shit.

Moreover, how in the name of fuck did he become the 55th victim? Indeed, even giving the shit-rag the benefit of the doubt, Israel – nice name – should have been at worst victim number 52 or 53.

And as for him being on Tanesha’s Facebook friends list? Well as far as I can see, he is as absent as her boyfriend is… Although there is someone on there named Ibrahim Ahmed from Birmingham, who shares a very real likeness to Israels photo published in the Chimp:

PHOTO: Ibrahim & Israel

But definitely no one called Israel.

Nevertheless, once the Monkey-Nutz had started quoting the figure of 55, they stuck to it, which is highly bizarre since they also published an article on the 4th – the same day as Israel and the 53 yr old fella were murdered – stating the number as being 50:

And as you can see, that article was updated on the 5th yet the total remained at 50 and did not include Israel and the 53 year old in that figure.

Course, that 53 year old who died following a fight can hardly be described as gang related either:

And a London Ambulance Service spokesman said: ‘We were called today at 7:57pm to reports of an incident on Morning Lane.

‘We sent two ambulance crews and an incident response officer to the scene. Despite extensive efforts by the medics, the patient died at the scene’

Speaking about the Clapton death, a police spokesman said: ‘Police were called at 4.27pm to a bookmakers after reports of a male unconscious.

‘Officers attended with LAS and London’s Air Ambulance. Despite the efforts of medical staff the male, believed to be aged in his 50s, was pronounced dead at the scene. Source

But nevertheless the total of the Chimps 50 murder victims (which they are trying to portray as gang violence) was reached by their April murder tally of four:

Which obviously puts Tanesha back to number 48 (following her stints at number 37 and number 47) with that unnamed victim in 50th place being Henry Vincent, who was allegedly stabbed to death by 78 year old homeowner, Richard Osborn-Brooks.

Course, since Osborn-Brooks no longer faces a murder or manslaughter charge – or any charges at all for that matter – and it was not gang related that case can be scrubbed meaning that the [non gang crime related] 53 yr old man beaten to death becomes number 50 and Israel becomes number 51. Agreed?

Of course we fucking are.

Yet Israel still somehow becomes victim number 55:

Do you not get fucked of with being taken for proper mug cunts all the time?

I certainly do.

However, before I carry on I should just point out that the case of Osborn-Brooks is as totally fake as the rest of this old shit. I mean, a burglar gets stabbed to death and two days later the perpetrator is cleared of any crime. That has to be a fucking record when your average person accused of a misdemeanor will spend 6 months to 2 years on bail.

But anyway, lets go through the list starting with January 2018 of which the Metropolitan Police graph tells us that there were 8 murders committed that month:

And straight away the purveyors of fake news are touting the number as TWELVE – four more than the Met’s figure.

However, in an effort to massage the figures the Monkey-Liarz have included a murder committed on the 31st of December 2017… Excuse me?

I mean it doesn’t matter a fuck how late into the night that murder took place. The fact is it took place last year and as such has to be struck off the list. This means that we are now only three murders over the Met police number.

Does that matter?

Of course it fucking does.

Nevertheless, of those 11 murders: 7 were stabbed, 1 was beaten to death, 1 died of a head injury and 2 give no cause of death.

However, victim number 10 is described as a one year old child whose cause of death STILL remains unknown, and whilst I am trying to be as fair as possible, that death has fuck all to do with gang related violence.

Therefore, the total stands at a dodgy 10… Two more than the Met’s figures.

And I should also point out that Steve Frank Narvaez-Arias – stabbed to death on New Years Day – looks suspiciously like Tanesha Melbourne’s Facebook friend, Matthew Robert Mastalerz – without part of his ear bitten off:

Nevertheless, the Chimps January total for the 50 murders tallies with their January total giving the names of the 55 murder victims – found HERE – which appeared on the same day as the 50 victim list:

But quickly moving on and according to the Chimp there were 15 murders in February – which tallies with the Met figures and the Chimps list of 55:

Of those 15 it would seem that 10 were stabbed, 2 were shot and 3 were beaten to death.

However, Hannah Leonard who was stabbed to death on February 8th looks to me suspiciously like the lesbican MP Angela Eagle:

PHOTO: Hannah & Angela

And of course it isn’t the first time that I have caught Eagle – and her aherm,aherm, identical twin sister who is also an MP – up to no good.

Moreover, Promise Nkenda allegedly stabbed to death on Valentines day is also probably the unpronounceable, Rotimi Oshibanjo – allegedly stabbed to death 5 days later:

PHOTO: Promise & Unpronounceable

And Sadiq Mohamed looks suspiciously like Khader Saleh – murdered in January:

The latters nose is obviously photoshopped.

And there are plenty more from February who could double up for others killed that month and in January but you can make those connections for yourselves by clicking HERE

So, to recap we now have 17 stabbings and 2 shootings taking place in January 2018 and February 2018.

Moving swiftly on to March, the Chimp tells us that there were 19 murders on both their lists of 50 and 55, although the Met has the number at 22 – which makes up for the discrepancy of 3 on the January statistics I suppose:

Of those 19, it would appear that 12 were stabbed to death, bringing our total stabbings to 29 since January the 1st 2018.

However, Russell Jones, allegedly murdered on the 17th of March has his death bizarrely put down as “stabbed and shot” to death… I mean you can’t have both, since one or the other caused the fatality. Therefore I am allocating Jones to have died by being shot to death since it helps to tally the ludicrous figures.

This means that March saw 3 people shot to death bringing the total to 5 since January the 1st 2018… Which is strange since Tanesha was supposedly the 5th person to be shot to death this year.

Nevertheless, of the remaining 4, there is a Russian businessman found strangled in his home, which is obviously not gang related – the whole point of these hysterical farticles. There is also one “cause of death unknown” from March the 12th… How the fuck can they not know the cause of death by now?

Moreover, I feel sure that the fact that the dead Russian looks like a cross between a younger looking poisoned, Russian spy and Vladimir Putin is purely coincidental.


There was also a murder on the 14th which has the victim “killed as he sat in his car” but it is not stated how he was killed and a 59 year old unknown male found “dead” in Barking & Dagenham – two seperate places in Essex. Once again, it does not state how the latter died.

Moreover, I think you will find that the difference in totals between the Met’s figures of 22 for March and the Chimp’s of 19 comes from the 5th of March when Laura Unpronounceable was found stabbed to death in her London home:

Police launched a murder investigation after Laura Cecilia Navarrete De Figueira was found with stab wounds at her home in Twickenham. An hour earlier the body of her husband Figueira de Faria and the bodies of Claudio, 10, and Joaquin, seven, were discovered on the beach at Birling Gap, in Eastbourne, East Sussex

Twickenham is very posh and her murder clearly wasn’t gang related. However, tellingly the Monkey-Kuntz did not add the deaths of her “husband & 2 children” to the tally which would obviously form part of the murder investigations. However, those three murders do not fit in with the Chimp’s agenda and still leaves their January total 3 short of the Met’s which only adds up to 47… With at least 6 of those not being gang related.

Moreover, the photo supposedly showing Romanian victim, Beniamin Pieknyi is clearly photoshopped:

Whilst victim Leyla Mtumwa – who makes these fucking names up – is a ringer for our Tenesha:

Checkout the ears.

And victim, Kelvin Odunuyi matches nicely with Tanesha’s ‘boyfriend’ and his lookalikes:

PHOTO: Harry Uzoka & Kelvin Odunuyi

Photo: Rumear and Kelvin Odunuyi

Not to mention Rumear’s friend, Adrian Karl Simms:

Just sayin’.

And that brings us to April in which the Met has the murder total of 2 although that doesn’t include the 16 year old shot half an hour after Tanesha, or Israel Whatshisface shot in the face on Wednesday the 4th of April or the 53 year old found dead outside a betting shop on the same day.

However, the Chimps list of 50 and their list of 55 published on the same day differs here by 2 – which when you add 2 to 50 you get 52, not 55… Just saying:

PHOTO: The Chimps list of 50 showing 4 deaths in April 

PHOTO: The Chimps list of 55 showing 6 murders in April

However, as I showed you earlier the unnamed victim stabbed by Osborn-Barnes was not a murder (it was justifiable homicide) or gang related and as such, can safely be discounted. And as I also said earlier, the fella who died outside the bookies is not gang related and he wasn’t shot or stabbed – but I will keep him in anyway.

Yet even so, including the 6 in April the total only comes to 51, NOT 55… Can the cunts not count?

Moreover, the total number of stabbings now comes to 32 if you include the justifiable homicide and 7 shootings bringing the total to 39 – many of which are dubious to say the least.

Course, this old bollox is nothing more than an exercise in the agenda to further disarm the public and introduce a whole new range of sweeping powers granted to the wholly corrupt police… Mind you, the ban on selling Acid appears to have worked, following the Chimps hysterics about those attacks so who knows.

And of course, this invented crimewave gives the Men Who Point A Lot something to do:

Just sayin’.

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A Bridge Too Far Part 3 by Christopher D Spivey.

A Bridge Too Far Part 3

In this third and final installment exposing the Westminster Bridge attack as a fake Government orchestrated play act I will prove to you that no one died, no one got hurt and the attack itself was nothing more than an illusion.

Now, as we have already seen, the chances of the first two victims – Kurt & Melissa Cochran – being hit was impossible and indeed the “official” story now indirectly acknowledges that the Hyundai 4 x 4 did not even mount the pavement there i.e the beginning of the bridge on the St Thomas hospital side.

Course, the reason that we know this is because of the two sets of traffic lights situated almost directly before you drive onto the bridge, which coupled with the three lane carriage way effectively becoming just one due to the road onto the bridge reducing down to two lanes, with one of those becoming a bus lane – not to mention the sheer volume of traffic – make it impossible to pick up any real speed.

Neither could Masood have driven on the pavement immediately before the bridge because of the street lights & sign posts.

Therefore he would have been travelling very slowly as he came onto the bridge – which I have already discussed in terms of Masood and the Cochrans.

Course, neither could Masood have mounted the pavement as he drove onto the bridge because the temporary sign forewarning of Bridge Street being closed due to roadworks would have been in the way.

Now despite the signpost in question appearing to be a long way onto the bridge it isn’t. Westminster Bridge is made up of seven arches and the sign post is actually sat at around one and a half arches in.

And therein you have the reason that there is no one to be seen screaming in agony on the pavement before the sign.

However, that isn’t to say that the Cochran’s were the only ones to be pretend hurt – and dead in Kurt’s case – in that area because if you look to the bridge cornerstone you can see someone else laid out on the deck.

Therefore the fact that there are now 3 seriously hurt people scattered around an area that Masood was extremely unlikely to have been able to get to and certainly impossible to do so at any real speed makes a mockery of peoples ability to think logically.

Indeed having once again checked Wikipedia (12/06/2017) the official number of people hurt remains at:around 50 were injured, some of them severely. Or elsewhere on the very same page of the government’s website for the ‘official’ version of events: 49 (4 critical, 1 other life-threatening) of which 18 are not as yet confirmed.

And seemingly oblivious to contradiction the page also states: “A dozen people received serious injuries, some described as “catastrophic”, and eight others were treated for less serious injuries at the scene”. Twenty in other words.

Nevertheless, this third injury of whom we know fuck all about is either the Korean or the Chinese woman who are listed as being casualties on the Wikipedia page.

Now I can tell you that contained within the last two photos is a wealth of information which whilst not exactly cast iron proof of a fraud – although I believe that I have already proved the event was a fraud anyway – there is certainly enough suspicious activity to make the least suspicious minded sit up and take notice.

Therefore, what follows are the key issues not withstanding the already documented fact that Melissa Cochran is also Andreeeea Christie as well as a couple of witnesses.

Now in the first of the two photos we see a woman treating Melissa Cochran who isn’t the grey coated journalist posing as a member of the public. Moreover the photo shows Cockran laying on her side with her broken leg laying on top of her other leg.

Have you ever broken your leg? Fucking hurts doesn’t it!

Therefore, Cockran must have been in agony since her leg was so badly damaged that it had to be pinned into a cage. Yet she is laying still and calm despite the fact that she must have been in excruciating agony especially when she turned onto her back when it came to the grey coated journalist’s turn to take over her medical care.

Course, those out to protect the official story will point to the lack of screaming and writhing in agony being due to the shock… Fuck off witcha!

I broke my leg when I came off a scaffold and I experienced all the symptoms of being in shock but none of those symptoms took the fucking pain away I can tell you.

Nevertheless, the journalist bird continued to administer medical help to Smelly Cockran – even after Doctor & The Medics had arrived.

PHOTO: Armed plod arrive yet despite being qualified to treat casualties they are happy to let Jess from-the-press keep on doing what she doing… Something that simply does not happen in real life.

And don’t forget that Jess from-the-press is posing as a member of the public.

In fact she only stopped giving first aid when the fluorescent coated actors were lifting Smelly Cockran onto a stretcher.

Course having seemingly got Smelly onto a stretcher did they put her in an ambulance?

Errrr, no.

Did they wheel Smelly the short distance to St Thomas Hospital then?

Well looking at the photos you would think so… But no, they didn’t take Smelly Cockran to St Tommy’s because as we know from earlier, they wheeled Smelly over to the other side of the road… And of course Jess from-the-press followed.

And when they got to the other side of the road the “hero” medics continued to do medical type stuff on Smelly although fuck knows what there was still to do at that stage… I mean we have already seen Smelly with her patient number 2 card sitting up on the stretcher looking as happy as a simpleton.

Yet even more bizarrely still they kept Smelly Cockran there until 4 pm… An hour and twenty minutes after the fact.

Mind you, I suppose that after being looked after by an army of medical staff some overly worried doctor or other thought it best if the Fly-Boyz took a quick peek at Smelly and as such that would explain the delay in getting her to the hospital.

However, getting back to those two photos of Smelly taken 5 minutes after she had been struck down and which I described as containing a wealth of information.

And in the first of the two we see someone who appears to be Jess from-the-press on the bridge but dressed as the girl looking over the wall to where Kurt Cock is laid out below.

I get confused when I clock that kind of thing you see. In fact I did think that Jess from-the-press may have borrowed the young birds cardigan when she lent her coat and bag to the reporter who Little Tommy Tipee Robinson had a pop at on Victoria Embankment.

But then I thought that was just silly… After all Robinson didn’t give it the big-un until around 4:20 pm.

Therefore its no wonder that Jess from-the-press didn’t get to broadcast until the next day.

I also have a feeling that Jess goes by the name of Laura Morrison on Facebook.

I am of course only speculating though.

Nevertheless, the woman in the off-white woolly hat and sage coloured coat, holding a rolled up umberella, ella, ella, ella is also interesting.

And here is a better snappy snap of her.

You see the thing is, we also see her in the following photo over at the other end of the bridge – the Palace side:

Hat off, glasses on, unroll ya scarf and bobs your uncle… You are someone else.

Not sure if those two in front of her are Siamese Twins though.

But she certainly gets about because she was also up at Abingdon Street by 2:50 pm.

Minus the hat and scarf of course… Mind you it is a good 5 minute walk from the bridge to Great Peter Street (Where she is stood in the photo) so she probably took them off because she got hot or summat.

Now as for the 3rd person – a Korean or Chinese woman – she too was removed fairly quickly from where she was supposedly hit by Masood’s motor, but like Smelly Cockran, she too was just taken over to the other side of the road.

However, even more suspect was the woman who was supposedly with this victim.

I am in fact referring to the woman seen in the photos below wearing a beige coat.

And in the photo below we see the woman whom we shall call Moo Ching over the other side of the road tending to her friend sometime between 3:30 pm and 4 pm.

Mind you, the copper/actor seems to find it all very funny.

Moreover, the bird seen in the above photos with a baby in a carry harness was in no rush to gerrof ‘ome either.

And neither was the young bird the the black & white stripey skirt (seen in the middle photo above).

I mean it isn’t as if she was with anyone who was hurt or anything.

Very strange.

There were also 3 ‘hero‘ plod supposedly hurt:

Three police officers injured in the Westminster attack have been named as PC Kris Aves, PC Roger Smith and PC Bradley Bryant, according to reports.

PC Aves is in a stable condition, but there are other reports he has life-changing injuries.

PC Smith is also said to be in a stable condition following an operation after suffering a leg injury.

PC Bryant suffered minor injuries and has reportedly been released from hospital.

It is reported the three officers, based in Lambeth, South London, were wounded on Westminster Bridge as Khalid Masood – a Muslim convert born Adrian Russell Ajao – drove a car into pedestrians.

PC Palmer, 48, died from injuries he sustained when he confronted Masood as he tried to get into the Palace of Westminster a few moments later.

PC Aves is reported to have undergone hours of surgery on what are described as life-changing injuries, but it is not clear what they are.

His sister Nikki Tapner, 42, told The Sun: I don’t know that much about what’s going on.

All I have been told is he has been hurt but his life is not in danger. My parents are there with him.

PC Roger Smith, in his early 50s, also suffered leg injuries and underwent an operation in hospital, while PC Bradley Bryant was reportedly discharged following treatment for more minor injuries.

The officers had just been to a commendation service at the Met’s new HQ in Cannon Row.

They were crossing the bridge when they were hit by a Hyundai 4×4 being driven by Masood at high speed along the pavement.

One former colleague told the Mirror newspaper: By all accounts the officers were unaware of what was happening until the car was literally on them. It came out nowhere. Source

PC Kris Aves received ten and a half Grand in go-fund-me donations don’t cha know?

PHOTO: Kris Aves

Now as it happens, there are not many photos of Aves to be had – except the kind which are very blurry or in which he has a dodgy eye or summat – but I love the way that they have made him out to be an everyday bloke enjoying a pint down his local… I mean as if the filth have a local!

Unless it is of course its a copper’s ‘local‘ but those are not what you call a local local.

Nevertheless, I came across an interesting story whilst looking for information on Aves (there is a distinct lack of it), about a former professional footballer who became a copper but was given the old tin-tac in December 2016 after testing positive for cocaine:

A FORMER footballer who starred in one of Scotland’s greatest cup upsets is facing the axe as a policeman – after testing positive for cocaine while on duty.

Julian Broddle was part of the Raith Rovers side which stunned Scottish football when they beat Celtic in the 1994 League Cup Final. 

The South Yorkshire PC, who joined the service after almost two decades in the game, could be sacked at a disciplinary hearing next week. 

PC Broddle, whose career highlights include the Hampden penalty shootout, provided a urine sample as part of a random drug test in March.  Source

PHOTO: Julian Broddle

Now it is quite obvious where I am going with this so I will just do the comparison.

As always, I’m not saying it is, I’m not saying it isn’t… I’m just sayin’.

Although I will say that the t-shirt that Aves is wearing in the photo below is quite ironic… Especially given the woeful lack of photos of him on the internet.

PHOTO: Aves is James Bond. Inset: Broddle and Gordon Brown

And of course the trio of coppers had to be heroes just heading back on foot from a bullshit award ceremony given at Scotland Yard although obviously the buffoon, Craig Mackey cannot have been dishing them out… Funny time and day for an award giving too and as for the 3 stooges walking back to their station in Lambeth … Well they can fuck off with that old fanny.

Therefore there can be no surprise that I struggled to find Aves amongst the casualties in the hundreds of photos that I have of the hoax despite his “life changing injuries“… Although I wouldn’t call conning the public out of nearly £10,500 “life changing“… Although it will be if people en-masse cotton on to the monsters and their minions frauds.

A Met Police officer sustained ‘life-changing’ injuries after he was driven into by Westminsterterrorist Kaleed Masood, it emerged today.

PC Kris Aves was walking across the bridge with colleagues PC Roger Smith and PC Bradley Bryant when they were hit by the 4×4.

The 35-year-old father reportedly needed eight hours in surgery and is now expected to survive with life-changing injuries.  Source

Very vague about those life changing injuries… In fact there is very little on the internet about the fraud trio… No follow up from Aves or public thank-you for the money that was donated… Hmmm.

But anyway, the only possible candidate for Aves that I can see amongst the massive photo library that I have accumulated is the fella in the following snappy-snapz:

However, I do know a bit about that Ginger lad which I will let you in on shortly.

And as for the other two coppers who were supposedly with Aves? Well I am not sure which of them the red arrowed fella is in the photo below.

But he looks in a bit of a bad way and he is with the laughing policeman so I will assume that he is PC Roger Smith:

PC Smith sustained leg injuries and underwent an operation while PC Bryant has been discharged after suffering more minor injuries.

Speaking about the officers today, Met Police anti-terror cheif Mark Rowley: ‘Two of our officers who were injured on Westminster Bridge in the attack also remain in hospital and also have sustained significant injuries.’  Source

Let’s have a closer look shall we?

Of course we fucking shall.

So it wasn’t only Smelly Cockran and Moo Ching’s mate who had to hang around for their photos taken.

And as another aside, the fella that I have allocated the number 2 in the above photos later turned up as a foreign tourist giving an interview as to what he [didn’t really] see.

And the uninjured ‘laughing policeman’ was an armed plod earlier on in the day.

Just sayin’.

Mind you, there is never an ambulance around when you need one so the cops and paramedics had to wheel him somewhere… I’m not sure where but they definitely wheeled him somewhere.

I don’t know why the paramedic has Smelly Cockran’s Number 2 attached to his waist though!

And of course we also see Loopy Lopez in the above photos thus confirming the lateness of the hour.

Indeed it is no wonder that Roger Smith found the whole fucking thing hilarious.

And we also see Jess from the press and Moo Ching in that disgusting photo.

Mind you, like all of the photos taken of the fraud, certain aspects were fake and this little off-shoot, photo-shoot was no different.

Nevertheless, I cannot understand why PC Roger Smith wasn’t anywhere to be seen in the two or three films and many photos allegedly made & taken by members of the public walking across the the bridge in the immediate aftermath of the hoax.

And of course the same applies to the third copper, PC Bradley Bryant whom I will assume is the fella in the photo below.

Its coconut number 3… Mind you they have tried to hide the fact that he is a copper… But he is.

Nevertheless you have to wonder why he is on a trolley – albeit he is clearly off his – being as he was barely hurt:

PC Roger Smith, in his early 50s, also suffered leg injuries and underwent an operation in hospital, while PC Bradley Bryant was reportedly discharged following treatment for more minor injuries.

Mind you I think that the Minions used the rest of his jacket to keep Masood’s Hyundai warm.

Just sayin’… Since I am fucked if I know what that is all about. However, I will get to the Hyundai 4×4 all in good time. So for now let’s have a look at how they tried to hide the fact that the fella I am assuming is Bryant was indeed also a plod.

And of course they didn’t put him in an ambulance either. Instead they took him on a mini excursion.

Indeed the stretcher bearers are not even heading in the direction of St Thomas Hospital! Now why would that be?

Mind you, some victims appeared to be proper dying over where that mothers meeting was taking place… The fella in the photo below for example.

PHOTO: Nearly dead.

PHOTO: Nearly better

Strange how the fella in front with the bandage round his bonce in the photo above is also coconut number 3 isn’t it?

That fraudster is called Owen Lambert and what follows is his account of the drama as told by the Chimp:

Pausing for a second here just to ponder whether the lying little shit saw the 4×4 approaching and made like a Bull by charging at the motor. I mean how the fuck else did his head get hit by the wing mirror?

I mean according to the fraudster he never saw Masood’s motor – suggesting that he was hit on the head from behind… By the wing mirror!

And how the fuck did the little gay-boy get his blood all over his mate, Travis Frain – whom I will deal with shortly?

The old fanny then continues:

Well at least the bang on his fucking head improved his hearing… Carry on Bullshitters:

All the hotel guests looked shocked too“? What the fuck is he on about?

And why the fuck were the police guarding his room? More money being fraudulently claimed no doubt. Yet why the fuck was he even in a hospital room as there is clearly fuck all wrong with the lying little cunt… And neither is his “friend” the equally improbably named Mr Van Arrogan who apparently sustained a leg injury and as such had a plaster cast put on his fucking arm.

Who the fuck writes this shit?

Pass me the sick-bag please! Lambert isn’t a student, he must surely be a PR Guru for the emergency services for fucks sake.

And as for that head wound needing gluing? Well as far as I can tell, the only thing that needed gluing is the lying little shit-stains mouth.

Course, if you thought that Lambert’s account of the false fanny was far fetched, just you wait until you read this next lot of shit from his ginger-ninja mate, Travis Frain.

However, before I show you that let me show you some photos of the sick-fuck little toe-rag.

As it happens that could be Owen Lambert seen sat on the pavement in the photo directly above. After all that is the Ginger-Whinger stood looking down at him… In fact I would imagine that the fella stood next to Trappy is the fella who we saw dying on a trolley before making a miraculous recovery.

Yet Trappy-Travis was supposedly the worst of the four college students to be injured, but looking at those photos you do have to question why Travis is seen AN HOUR later laid out on a stretcher.

A cracked rib and injuries to his hand“… Roger that.

I should also mention that the Ginger-Whinger and his “friends” live very close to the Village of the Damned.

Nevertheless, have a read of this old bollox:

“A cracked rib and MINOR injuries to his hand”… Roger that. Now have a read at this old   bollox:


Did you clock his injuries in that last lot of old bollox?

Now read this:

Talk about being taken for a cunt! And do not for one second assume Prince Buggerlugs doesn’t know the truth.

Yet first Trappy has minor injuries consistent with the photos that we saw earlier. We are also told that he rung his ‘mummy’ 40 minutes after the old bollox had happened telling her “not to worry” and that he was “fine“.

PHOTO: Having taken his shoes of the lying little cunt calmly started chatting to people on his mobile phone.

And then the next thing that we know the lying little cunt has all manner of serious injuries requiring surgery and he can’t remember a single fucking thing about the accident!

Fuck me, it’s no wonder he wants to be an MP… The trainee nonce has all the right fucking credentials that is for sure.

And as if the Chimp needed to convince the gullible that Travis’ story is genuine, they published a photo of the little gay-boy stood outside of the Houses of Parliament – which had presumably been taken earlier that day.

Course, the would be journalists at the Chimp are far too unintelligent to notice the glaring contradiction in the photo i.e the 3 armed coppers in the background thus proving what I said at the very start about the plod all being armed at the Palace gates.

Now despite his ginger hair and sticky out ears Travis did in fact immediately make me think of Mason Wells, the crisis actor who claimed to have been caught up in both the Boston Bombing – which was another hoax –  and the Brussels Bollox that took place exactly one year prior to the Westminster bridge fraud.

PHOTO: Mormon, Mason Wells and his pal, Joseph Empey.

And although I am only stating that Travis reminded me of Mason Wells the pair did score 55% on the facial comparison software.

However, despite the fact that they do look half alike I probably would not have brought up the fact had it not been for Mason Wells pal, Joseph Empey.

You see, Empty-Empey (pictured above) who is also a Mormon and was also caught up in the Brussels bombing hoax bears an uncanny resemblance to the Westminster Bridge witness seen in the photo below.

Course, like all of the witnesses interviewed this fella was done so more than once (in different locations with the above interview taking place in the grounds of St Thomas Hospital) and is of course fake as fuck.

I mean according to the Met plod “thousands” of witness statements were taken yet we see the same old witnesses trotting out the same old bullshit time and time again.

Indeed we see the same fella giving another interview in the photo below over the road from St Thomas Hospital.

Yet the fella on the far right taking such interest and recording every word said did exactly the same at the interview the fella gave in the hospital grounds.

Who knows? Perhaps he didn’t hear him the first time. Nevertheless, the more astute of you will have clocked the “running man” from Millbank, recording the interview in the photo of the interview that the fella gave across the road.

Indeed it would surprise me if that was our old mate Bradford with the running man that the reporter is striding passed. You know who I’m talking about? The pair of slugs seen in the photo below taken on Millbank.

Although since the time in the screenshot above was supposedly 3:02 pm they must have been on the bridge prior to being on Millbank… In theory although as I keep reminding you: All of the footage is fake.

Still, the running-man certainly gets about a bit to say that he is supposedly an ordinary member of the public and the area was on lockdown… Not that the lockdown apparently applied to Journalists… Of which the woman in the beige coat is most definitely one.

Nevertheless, there is no escaping the fact that the mush in question giving the interview is a ringer for Joe Empey (photo below):

And after seeing the photos of the fella lurking on the bridge whilst trying to avoid the photographer there can be little doubt that he is helping to coordinate the action.

And watch the red arrowed creepy guy in the screenshots below.

Yet never once does the creepy guy distract the Empty lookalike.

And indeed, I do in fact believe that the fella goes by the name of Gordon Mogg on Facebook.

Once again, I am not stating a fact here, just putting forward possibilities.

And at the time of writing (18/06/17) it seems that the Westminster Bridge Bollox is going to feature in a hospital documentary:

A shocking BBC documentary showing hospital staff realise Westminster killer Khalid Masood has just died on a stretcher is set to be aired next week.

The extraordinary footage, filmed in a London hospital, shows victims being treated and discussing what they remember during the terrorist attack, which took place on March 22. 

Five people died in the rampage, which saw Masood drive at pedestrians on Westminster Bridgebefore fatally stabbing Pc Keith Palmer in the grounds of the Palace of Westminster.

The 52-year-old attacker was then shot by armed police and was the first casualty to arrive at St Mary’s Hospital in Paddington, where he was pronounced dead. Continue Reading

Course, given the opening line of the above Chimp article you just know it is going to be bollox because according to the inquest held on the 29th of March, Masood died at the scene, not on a stretcher at the hospital:

Providing evidence to the inquest Detective Superintendent John Crossley, who is leading the police investigation under Operation Classific, provided an outline of the circumstances that resulted in the four deaths.

As a result of the attack in excess of 35 people were injured. The injuries ranged from cuts and bruises to extensive bone and skull fractures.

Two people, in addition to PC Palmer and the attacker, died at the scene.

Just sayin’.

And talk about being melodramatic:

The Hospital camera crew were just two or three days into recording the new series, which follows the Imperial College Healthcare Trust, when a meeting being filmed at St Mary’s was interrupted by news of the attack.

Staff at the hospital, one of London’s ‘major trauma centres’, are seen quickly putting a major incident plan into place as they prepare to receive the first casualties. 

All non-emergency surgery is cancelled, and doctors must decide which existing patients are well enough to be transferred to another hospital to free up beds.

Dr Alison Sanders, clinical director at Imperial College Healthcare NHS Trust, said: ‘When a major incident happens, within 12 minutes the entire hospital has kicked into a completely different way of working, and obviously, subsequently we’ve had to do that twice more since this programme was made (with the London Bridge attack and the Grenfell Tower fire).

‘It just demonstrates, that’s something that won’t be unique to us, it’s a countrywide ability of the NHS to step up on top of what is already huge pressure.’

She added: ‘We have to do something entirely different with zero notice, and you see everybody just switch into it, and then the following day we have to go back to normal because the work is still building up, the ambulances will still be coming in, as soon as we open the doors again, the floodgates open.’

Indeed that is almost laughable… I mean c’mon, talk about total codswallop:

Staff at the hospital, one of London’s ‘major trauma centres’, are seen quickly putting a major incident plan into place as they prepare to receive the first casualties. 

All non-emergency surgery is cancelled, and doctors must decide which existing patients are well enough to be transferred to another hospital to free up beds.

Dr Alison Sanders, clinical director at Imperial College Healthcare NHS Trust, said: ‘When a major incident happens, within 12 minutes the entire hospital has kicked into a completely different way of working.

What different way of working would that be then? After all, as far as I can make out they had 4 victims to deal with and one of those was dead for fucks sake.

And although one of the victims isn’t shown in the article, two of the three French students who were allegedly hurt are shown on camera – despite there being no evidence of them being present at the scene of the crime.

You couldn’t make that shit up although the fella in the photo directly above also brings memories of Mason Wells flooding back.

PHOTO: Mason Wells in hospital following the Brussels bollox

Nevertheless, returning to the Chinese/Korean woman in the beige coat, Moo Ching whose friend/relative was pretend hurt in the attack… Here have a reminder:

It would seem that she too fancied herself as being somewhat of a doctor. Nevertheless, with the paramedics having dragged the victim over to the other side of the road, she remained there with Moo Ching  until around 4 pm – despite being apparently unconscious throughout.

However, she did at least finally get loaded into an ambulance… Just not one of those nearby.

You see, the victim and Moo Ching also had to go on a walk-about first.

Nevertheless, much more worrying than the hour and twenty minute delay in Moo Ching and her injured friend leaving the bridge is the fact that Moo is one of those crisis actors who double up as a copper… An armed copper in her case.


But anyway, so far the casualty list consists of:

  1. Kurt Cochran
  2. Melissa Cochran
  3. Moo Ching’s friend
  4. Plod, Kris Aves
  5. Plod, Roger Smith
  6. Plod, Bradley Bryant
  7. Student, Travis Frain
  8. Student, Owen Lambert
  9. Student Van the man
  10. Lying Loopy Lopez
  11. Never before seen French Student
  12. Another Never before seen French Student

However, of that dozen we can only place 7 of them in the immediate aftermath film footage and 3 of them (the 3 students) did not look to be hurt at all.

Now the next victim to be found on the bridge is the fella in the photo below.

The bridge is very, very quiet on both sides.

Nevertheless you have to question how the mush got hit in the first place since we know that Masood wasn’t on the pavement at that point because of the sign. Moreover the bridge was crowded with traffic including buses in the bus lane… Not that we can rely on the distance shots showing the traffic on the bridge because as we know, that footage is fake.

Nevertheless, to have been hit by Masood he had to have been stood in the road… A totally bizarre place to stand by anyone’s standards.

Mind you when you see the fella in later shots – and by “later shots” I mean photos taken within 10 minutes of the above photo being taken – he has a totally different cast of characters around him and he appears to have got younger… And he has turned his body around 360 degrees so he can’t have hurt his leg too badly.

Indeed the older of the two playing the “victim” looks like Leslie Rhodes to me (Les Rhodes = Less Roads as in less roads around Westminster), although I had been under the impression that Rhodes was hit as Masood drove into the Palace wall.

Rhodes – for the benefit of those who don’t know – was the last of Masood’s victims to die.

PHOTO: Leslie Rhodes

Mind you, when you read the Telegraph’s description of how he died, you do have to wonder how the fella on the bridge holding his leg can possibly be Les:

The window cleaner smashed his head on the pavement as he was flung into the air by the Masood’s hired Hyundai. Source

Who knows? Perhaps a road and a pavement are the same things these days! Nevertheless I will deal with Les Rhodes now since I have brought his name up.

So let’s start by staying with that Telegraph article which was published on the 24th of March – the day after Rhodes died following the hospital switching off his life support machine.

You see, the newspapers claim that Rhodes died after banging his head on the pavement greatly differs from the OAP’s neighbour, Mr Philip Williams version of events:

Mr Williams said he had been told by neighbours who went to see him before he died that Mr Rhodes was attending the hospital and may have been coming from or going to a bus stop nearby when he was hit.

He said: “I’ve been told he was at the hospital, St Thomas’, and he went by public transport and he was apparently crossing the bridge when this car hit him.

“As I say, I’ve been told he was hit in the midriff. He had many broken bones. Apparently he went into a coma straight away.”

Course, quite obviously the newspaper didn’t feel the need to clarify the situation… Although the fella in the road didn’t go into a coma straight away.

Nevertheless, like all of the dead victims of these hoaxes, the Minions insist on giving the ones they feature their own spin off stories.

I mean Kurt Cockran was on the last day of his holiday when he was killed by Masood. And not just any holiday either – it was the holiday of a lifetime celebrating 25 years of marriage to Happy Smelly Cockran.

Moreover, Andreeeeea Christie was on a romantic holiday with her FIANCE who was bizarrely going to ask her to marry him… And so on, and so on.

And “Lovely” Les was no different. I mean he had spent his life working as a window cleaner with Winston Churchill being one of his customers.

Course, when you know Churchill’s true story I find that fact quite plausible since 75 year old Rhodes had never married and had no children. Moreover, his favourite song was “These are the days of our lives” by Queen… Queen being the favourite of all 75 year olds I would imagine.

Which was nice of them what with old Les not having any family at that point… And just so as not to further fuel rumours of Mr Rhodes’ sexuality I will point out that Chris Carney is in fact Christine Carney:

And straight away I clocked that Carney – like most of the actors in this  pantomime – also pretended to be a witness to the old bollox.

Moreover, the old bird is in all likelihood also the gruesome twosome seen below:

After all, these actors do like to show their versatility.

Course, having known Leslie Rhodes for THIRTY years, he would indeed ‘almost be like family‘ to the Carney’s wouldn’t he?

Nevertheless, the old fanny continues:

He became like family“… No truer word spoken. As you will find out shortly, but for now, old Les had no family:

So Les moved to the block of flats with his mum & dad when he was in his 30’s. And as coincidence would have it, his next door neighbour was Michael Carney whom Les had known since the 1960’s… Roger that… Although that would make it that Carney had known Leslie for at least 50 years despite the fact that his wife has just said that they had known Leslie for 30 years.

Still, what is 20 years between friends? The old bollox then continues:

Mr Williams said Mr Rhodes had grown up in the block of flats he was living in when he was killed“! It kinda makes you wonder if the cunts who write this shit even read what they have written… I mean one minute Rhodes is a 30 odd year old fella moving into a flat with his mum & dad and the next minute he ‘grew up‘ in the very same flat.

Purposely muddying the waters in other words.

Nevertheless, the shit-rag also contradicted their own narrative by stating – via a good friend of Rhodes– that the OAP had no family “since his brother had died ten years ago” before conducting an interview with his sister-in-law:

So Mrs Carney is lying then since Leslie wasn’t dying alone… He had family with him.

Course “Mrs Rhodes” neglects to say how she received the news at around 6 pm on the 22nd of March but we now discover that Leslie’s brother who had previously been dead for a decade only died two years ago.

Worse still – as coincidence would have it once more – Leslie died on what would have been her 60th wedding anniversary… Gosh, isn’t life unkind.

Still, if we assume Leslie’s brother and sister-in-law married at 20 then they would both be 80 years old (Roy 78 yrs old when he died), making Leslie 14 or 15 years old at the time (depending how long Roy and his Mrs were courting before getting married), which in turn makes it right that Leslie would have been a schoolboy when he first met his future sister-in-law.

I also note that Mrs Rhodes description of Leslie’s injury’s are  different to Mr & Mrs Carney’s and the Telegraphs.

Nevertheless, the old fanny continues:

And it immediately becomes clear that Leslie’s sister-in-law hadn’t a fucking Scooby-Doo what Old Les was up to when he died. And of course neither did Mrs Carney make any mention of Mrs Rhodes being present when Leslie died.

Now before I continue, I will just point out that they are direct quotes that the MI 5 controlled Telegraph has used.

So with that in mind let’s have a look at what the Scum newspaper has to say on the matter:

And straight away we learn that Mickey Carney had only known Leslie for 40 years now… Not 30 years as his wife had claimed and not 50 years as Mick-the-dick had claimed in the Telegraph.

Moreover, you can only conclude from the above snippet – given the direct quotes – that Mick Carney couldn’t be arsed to go up the hospital and as such did not witness his daughter fuck about with Leslie’s dead body.

However, the Scum does at least divulge the name of Leslie’s sister-in-law unlike the Telegraph who just referred to her as Mrs Rhodes:

And ‘Audrey’ confirms that her husband Roy Rhodes died two years ago, and not the 10 years reported in the Telegraph.

Course, come the next day and the Carney’s had some new information to tell us about Leslie’s death… The following is from the Express:

Strange how they had only just remembered those details don’t cha think?

Nevertheless, now the good bit. You see, having given the gullible masses enough time to forget all of the above bollox (around a month and a half), the Chimp along with every other national newspaper reported on Leslie’s funeral held on the 5th May 2017… And it doesn’t get more in your face that this breathtaking old fanny which I shall comment on along the way.

There is no photo of ‘Gareth Lloyd’ accompanying the article although from all I have read, Rhodes had to have been run over on the bridge.

Nevertheless, Mr Lloyd – a surgeon at GUY’s hospital – was walking (not driving) to ST THOMAS hospital when he came across Old Leslie… Meaning that Lloyd must have ignored all the other casualties he walked passed.

Kinda makes you wonder why they took Leslie to KING’S College hospital… Albeit not by helicopter.

The article then continues:

You couldn’t make that shit up in a million years!

However, what we now have is Leslie’s sister-in-law, Audrey Rhodes morphing into 72 year old Carol Carney, whose name is nigh on the same as Leslie’s 70 year old neighbour of 30-50 years, Christine Carney.

Moreover, since Leslie died on what would have been his brother’s 60th wedding anniversary his brother must have married a 12 year old.

Still, at least Audrey/Carol knows why Leslie was on the bridge now, yet this next bit is fucking scandalous:

So, Roy Rhodes has now become Brian Rhodes who didn’t die two years ago, or even 10 years ago but did in fact die around 45 years ago. Talk about in ya face!

And why the fuck was Rhodes cremated in Surrey after living his whole life in London?

Mind you, in truth there was no Leslie Rhodes killed in the hoax attack and I would imagine that the face we see reporting to be Rhodes is just a played-about-with mugshot of pipe bomber, Jonathon Taylor

Nevertheless, I think that I can throw some light on Leslie’s new found family.

For instance I imagine that alleged mother & daughter, Corol Carney aged 72 & Amanda Rhodes aged 52 are the same person.

Moreover, Leslie’s cousin Carol Mardon (seen in the photo below with Amanda Rhodes) is probably Rita Beckwith.

And Rita Beckwith is of course the joint owner of City Cruises.

Oh and best that we don’t forget Leslie’s other mate & neighbour, Philip WILLIAMS.


Indeed, WILLIAMS also gave plenty of TV interviews and couldn’t speak highly enough of poor old Les.

However, since Philip WILLIAMS is also David WILLIAMS I should think old Les was turning in his grave.


You see, according to the press David Williams was very good friends with serial killer, Fred West and was later convicted & sent to prison – along with his wife Pauline – for being a paedophile.

And that almost concludes the evidence to suggest that Les Rhodes did not exist… Or at least he wasn’t killed on Westminster Bridge during the government sponsored hoax of the 22nd of March 2017.

We shall however presume that Les is the actor seen holding his leg on the bridge since we have no better candidate for the actor.

And as such, Leslie becomes victim number 13 and coconut number 5 – as in the 5th person to be shown as being injured in the immediate aftermath of the theater production.

I will also point out that the above screenshot is taken from the film footage allegedly shot by former Polish Defence Minister, Radoslaw Sikorski... And if you believe that old fanny you will believe anything.

You see, Radish Coleslaw – or whatever the fuck the Monster Minion’s name is –  is an Oxford educated member of the ‘elite’. Indeed he was a member of the ultra elite Bullingdon Boys Club

And that last fact alone makes anything Coleslaw says total bollox.

PHOTO: Coleslaw’s very flattering Wikipedia photo

Indeed it would not surprise me if Coleslaw also played the Iranian political prisoner, Ahmadreza Djalali in order to crank up the West’s desire to attack Iran.

PHOTO: Ahmadreza Djalali

Certainly I would contend that Coleslaw played the hoax witness Graham Neale.

After all, Coleslaw wouldn’t be the first of those involved in the old bollox to also play the part of a political prisoner. However, more on that later because for now there is still an important bit of information to point out to you which inadvertently got picked up in Coleslaw’s film footage.

What are you talking about Spivey?” I hear you cry.

To which I would answer that I am talking about the couple with a young child trying to look inconspicuous in the drama caught on film by Coleslaw.

Now remember, the film footage that the above screenshot is taken from was allegedly filmed in the immediate aftermath of Masood’s mayhem and as such the time would be 2:40 pm.

However, we later see the couple with the toddler ‘running for their lives‘ off the bridge at around 2:55 pm.

Very strange.

Moreover, the fella looks like the mush we saw earlier who was giving interviews left right and center.

I am pretty sure he is the fella anyway. Certainly he was very cock-sure of himself and in this photo you will notice the running-man lurking as he chats to an Asian reporter who was conveniently on the bridge as Masood did his thing… Or at least very soon after.

And I am sure that you remember the reporter who is asking him questions in the photo.

She is of course the bird who was billed as being a member of the public being evacuated from the Houses of Parliament at around 2:45 pm despite the press stating that no one was allowed out of the Palace for at least 2 hours after Masood had done his thing.

However, I best give you a reminder of her being evacuated:

Not the arrowed bird obviously.

And there can be little doubt that she is being underhand because she is wearing a different scarf to the one she is wearing when she interviews the cocky coloured guy.

However, it is the arrowed bird that I am interested in now. You see she is the same bird as the one wearing the lime-green top, running for her life on the bridge at around 2:55 pm.

Although she looks to have put on a little weight in the 10 minutes or so timeline.

Mind you, none of those photographed on the bridge are innocent.

Take the fella who I have circled in red for instance.

He is also seen in the photo below:


And the woman next to him holding that contraption in her hand, later found a young boy to hold hands with.

A disarmed Moo-Ching also appears to have got in on the act.

The hard-faced cow then dumped the kid a week later and latched onto a fake victim’s wheelchair in order to get her picture in the paper again.

Just sayin’.

And as for that copper who is on the bridge watching the runners, well she is only there to look pretty and pose for a photoshoot.

Busy looking pretty and pointing.

Nevertheless, as I say, Leslie Rhodes becomes our 13th victim which then brings us to victim number 14.

Now this is only a few feet on from where Leslie lies (a very apt word) and again you have to wonder how the fella got hit, what with him being in the bus lane and all that.

The middle aged arrowed woman in the photo isn’t rushing up to help, she is rushing up to take photos… For which the crouching fella is very obliging.

Nevertheless, that middle-aged bird taking photos of the ‘badly hurt’ fella is quickly joined by a younger bird in a denim jacket… This younger bird is also obviously part of the hoax… And bear in mind that the above screenshot comes from footage allegedly filmed literally moments after Masood had passed by.

The gruesome-twosome are then joined by Dani Singer… That’s her jumping into place in the screenshot below.

Indeed she turns up with almost a hop, skip and a jump… Talking about relishing the part.

But who’s Dani Singer I hear you ask.

That’s Dani in the glasses looking at the camera in the photo above… And do note the lack of people on the pavement over the other side of the bridge… I mean the time here has to be at least 2:46 pm because the Ambulance Service said that their first paramedics didn’t get there until then.

So again I find myself asking where are all the pedestrians in the photos like the one above this one?

But I digress… Again. So back to Dani Singer.

Singer is a well known activist – or as she has now proved a turncoat – who is particularly well known by the LBGT brigade.

Course, I have been saying for fucking ages that there are very few people you can trust in the activism game.

However, that interview that Singer gave shown in the 2nd photo down in the above batch is particularly telling.

You see, during the course of that interview a woman walks passed from behind and that woman looks to me very much like Vageena:

Remember Vageena? Of course you do.

Now despite allegedly being filmed in the immediate aftermath of Masood’s passing, the bird who arrived at our number 14 victim – let’s call him Mr Dead – immediately after the middle-aged photographer bird, merely has a cursory glance at Mr Dead before making a hand signal to someone up the way and then dashing off in that direction.

Now you would have thought that the former Polish Politician, Radish Coleslaw would have followed her with his camera but instead he filmed the other way.

Yet even had she by chance been a doctor or nurse making her way to work, she arrived from the left of the screen and whoever it was that was calling or beckoning her did so from the right of the screen… Doesn’t add up does it. I mean even if it was by coincidence someone beckoning her from the right because they knew she was a doctor, old Mr Dead doesn’t look so well so surely her efforts were needed there and not further up the road?

However, like I said, quite how Mr Dead became so badly hurt is a complete mystery.

Because like I said, Masood would not have been on the pavement because of the sign. Moreover, his way would have been hampered and blocked by the buses and traffic and both Rhodes and Mr Dead would have had to have been stood in the road to get knocked over… In front of that traffic!

And as a quick aside, the couple seen cuddling in the photo above these two and in the photo below are worth mentioning. You see I am not sure that the bird being cuddled is not Moo-Ching, who later becomes an armed plod.

But regardless of who it is, whoever the mush was that was doing the filming as he or she walked across the bridge, passed the couple at around 10 seconds in.

And in that last photo look how many people are on the bridge across the road from loves young dream… Now the police are present and by law have to preserve the crime scene yet it seems that the bridge was deserted when Masood did his thing and then 10 minutes later the police allowed hundreds of people to walk onto the crime scene.

Now what follows are the police guidelines for a crime scene:

In order for an officer of the law to establish a crime scene he or she must know what a crime scene is: simply put a crime scene is a location at which a crime has taken place and a location that may yield physical clues as to the nature of the crime and the person or persons responsible for it.

Securing The Scene

Once a police officer has determined the area to be regarded as a crime scene he or she must make it inaccessible to all but authorised personnel such as other police officers, Scenes of Crime Officers (SOCO) and a police doctor – or pathologist.It is important that the integrity of a crime scene is maintained wherever possible so as not to contaminate any evidence that may be available.

Protecting Evidence

If the crime scene is located outside then the officer may find it necessary to place a cloth or waterproof sheeting over anything that he or she might consider to be evidence. It is also important to note at this point that anything can be evidence – from the largest item to the smallest thing such as a cigarette end or piece of tissue. Anything that might look out of place in its current location more often than not is out of place and should be considered to be evidence.

Likewise if the crime scene is outside then the officer should be watching for vehicles moving around and people coming and going; it is after all not uncommon for the perpetrator of a crime to return to the scene to see how events are unfolding.

Protecting The Scene

It is of the utmost importance that members of the public and press are kept at arms length not only to preserve the crime scene but also to keep details of the crime to a minimum; too much information in the public domain can influence the outcome of any police investigation and can also lead to unwanted hoax calls and false confessions.

It is important to mark out footprints and tyre tracks that may have been left by the perpetrator of a crime and doing this can be done with tape or paper if it is available.

The police may also erect tents or tarpaulins to minimise the view of a crime scene to both press and public and also so that a police doctor or pathologist can carry out a cursory examination of a corpse before it is moved for autopsy. It is necessary that a corpse is examined at its current location so that no claims of bruising or post mortem injury can be made.

An officer who is first on the scene is also required to segregate any witnesses to the crime – if there are any – and make sure they are kept away from the media. Officers are also encouraged to make notes of strange smells or fragrances that may not be present at the time when the Scene of Crime Officer arrives.

All of these things are important and can provide vital information for Scene of Crimes Officers when they arrive on the scene. Crime scenes are often the most valuable resource when it comes to evidence and as such should be treated with care and due attention so that any vital clues are preserved and uncontaminated. Source

So, a blatant disregard for the rules then… Just like all of our coppers when it suits… Cunts.

And here are a few more photos of Dani Singer just so as you can see how posed it all is.

And once Dani had done with her photoshoot the directors took advantage of Mr Dead to try and get two casualties out of the one… Have a butchers at the next photo and you will see what i’m on about:

You see, the scene may have appeared to change but it is still Mr Dead.

Therefore our total remains at 14 victims so far, of which we can still only place 9 of them in the immediate aftermath film footage and 3 of them (the 3 students) did not look to be hurt at all.

Moving on and victim number 15 is the improbable Aysha Frade – whose story makes absolutely no sense whatsoever:

So Aysha was off to pick her 2 kids up from school at 2:40 pm – they must finish school very early.

Course when she was thrown in front of a bus which then – given her position on the ground – had to have driven over her with the front and back wheels, her husband, John Frade picked the children up instead… Despite not knowing that his wife had been killed.

So how the fuck did he know to go and collect the children. I mean it would have taken the teachers at least 5 minutes before contacting John Frade once his wife hadn’t shown up and then he would have to have got there, so how did the caller to LBC Radio know that Frade picked his kids up… Although I don’t suppose the DJ bothered to ask.

In fact the caller actually states that Frade collected his kids because he knew that his wife had been involved in “an accident“, which then confuses things even more. For example, how did “James” know that John Frade knew his wife had been in an accident?

Indeed if “James” was picking his own kids up from the school he would have been long gone by the time that John got there.

After all, for Frade to know about his wife, then the police would have had to first ascertain her identity and then trace her husband… Therefore, James has to be lying.

The story then continues:

Hmm, I should also point out that the original story had Frade as a school teacher but I imagine that made it even harder for the script-writers to justify her being on the bridge at that time.

Okay, let’s have a look at her.

And straight away you will notice that she must be related to either Bruce Forsyth or Jimmy Hill what with her abnormally long chin.

However, I did at first think that they had just distorted photos of junior doctor & newly crowned ‘hero’, Colleen Anderson who had apparently abandoned her post at St Thomas Hospital to run onto the bridge to help out there.

And indeed I still wouldn’t rule out the possibility although I have to say that I love the way the press went all out to convince their readers that Anderson was the real deal:

I mean how fucking patronizing is that: “The man I was attending to had a definite tib fib lower displaced fracture, query a right sided shoulder displacement”… She sounds like an episode of “Casualty” to me!

Yet there is no doubt that Anderson was being used as not only eye-candy but also as a propaganda tool for the ailing NHS:

Course the very fact that Anderson confirmed that Aysha Frade – note the usual, unusual tell tale name spelling – died under the wheels of a bus on its own proves that Anderson is an actor, although I will deal with the body under the bus drama shortly.

Nevertheless, with Anderson so proud to be part of the great NHS we will presume that she wasn’t one of the 98% of junior doctors who went on strike in January of this year over pay and working conditions?

The following is a Guardian interview with – as coincidence would have it – a Dr MASOOD:

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Course, for Anderson to abandon her post at the hospital was totally unnecessary and extremely dangerous for her patients yet we are meant to believe that she was one of many who did so… Why did they?

There were plenty of ambulances presumably all crewed by paramedics available.

That many in fact, that they couldn’t fucking fill them… Which kinda makes you wonder what all these available ambulance crews are doing when not attending hoax dramas…. Not that the paramedics did much until the general public had finished having a bash at treating the victims.

Moreover, there was an air ambulance present – which bizarrely wasn’t used – with a crew led by a doctor whom clearly wants to be a celebrity and walks like he has two loaves of bread under his arms.

Course the fact that St Thomas hospital staff deserted their posts and run onto the bridge can be dismissed by the following photo.

I mean why the fuck did they need to take the blankets outside to load them onto trolleys? Was it unbearably hot inside or something? Do London ambulances not have their own blankets?

Course the fake nurse giving out the unneeded blankets also looks like the crying copper that we saw earlier… You know, the one being gently led away TWICE by the older copper who later turned up as a witness to Masoods Mayhem having apparently been in London for a mini-break with his wife.

And just for the record I believe there to be a strong possibility that Dr Colleen Anderson is RT reporter, Laura Smith.

In fact from what we know and have already seen it does appear that these reporters seem to have the knack of being in the right place at the right time… Here, have another one:

Remember her? Friend to the MI5 fella? Of course you do.

Now returning to Aysha Frade and I do believe that she could in fact be Nazanin Ratcliffe… Or at least her photo is.

Indeed, the exact kinda thing that the elite get off on.

Now it would have been impossible for Frade to end up under the bus where she did even if the terapin was travelling at 70MPH because the bus that she was knocked in-front of was stationary – or as near dammit – when Masood’s [ghost] motor passed.

Yet we are supposed to believe that the bus ran over Aysha with its front wheels and then its back ones before coming to a stop?

Have you ever seen someone run over by a bus?

Must be something to do with the British reserve!

And despite it being written into bus drivers contracts that it is a sack-able offence to let passengers on and off anywhere except an official bus-stop the driver of the killer bus apparently had no qualms about the fact.

More like a social club if you ask me… Not that it is easy writing about this shit. Indeed I will never forget my grandad’s dying words: “Fuck a bus”!

Moreover my old man was a bus driver until the accident that killed 6 of his passengers. Indeed he was made the scape-goat at the inquest. I mean talk about going on and on, the Coroner wouldn’t shut up about how my dad should have been behind the wheel instead of upstairs collecting the passengers fares.

Nevertheless, it is obvious from the above photos that there were a lot of mushes in red coats milling around in the immediate aftermath of the terrorist attack.

Am I saying that there is something underhand about men who wear red coats? Yes I am when there is so many of them in such a small area which happens to be in the immediate aftermath of a terrorist attack and some of them are carrying walkie-talkies.

And talking of red coats I wasn’t surprised to see the ‘Busbies’ being trotted out for propaganda photo-shoots in the days following the Masood Madness.

Although it is strange that they are passing the Busby Soldier’s photo off as being taken in connection to the bridge bollox. You see, that is definitely the same soldier in the photo below as we see in the first of the two above – if he isn’t in fact the same ‘soldier’ in both the above:


Yet the photo-blurb on this photo reads thus:

epa05778263 A man on stilts and dressed up as a Queen’s Guard poses for photographs with tourists on Westminster Bridge by the Houses of Parliament in Westminster. London, 08 February 2017. Members of Parliament later will vote on the bill to trigger Article 50 and Britains exit from the EU. EPA/FACUNDO ARRIZABALAGA


Huh, indeed.

Nevertheless, when you take that old bollox into consideration I find it really strange that not one newspaper report out of the hundreds that I have read about the hoax mentions the Busby on the bridge when Masood did his kerb crawling… Yes you did read that right.

I wonder if that film was really taken in February 2017?

Course, either way it is just more piss taking on the part of the British Government, including the currant Prime Mincer… But then again, there is a lot of piss taking going on in the fake old bollox with the full cooperation of the British Government.

I mean, you wont see the following screenshot in many of the aftermath videos.

Isn’t that tantamount to child abuse? Wheeling a small child passed a body laying in the road? In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if the poor little sods ‘parents’ aren’t singing “The Wheels Of The Bus Go Round And Round“.

But just think on. The next time that you find yourself caught up in a terrapin attack whilst out with your babies, make sure that you get a Bacon-Bugger to take over the pushchair duties.

That is their job after all… That and flower carrying of course.

Now, that number 53 bus that squished Aysha Frade carries the registration number YX 16 OHB which is awfully close to the registration number of a number 53 bus that appears in a YouTube video which was uploaded in September 2016. The registration of the bus in the You Tube video is YX 16 OHR… Nowt really strange about that though.

However, what is strange is the fact that the video is shot from a motorcyclist head-cam as he makes his way towards Westminster Bridge only to be turned away by the old bill because the bridge has been closed off on the traffic side heading towards the Palace.

Whats more, exactly why the bridge has been shut off to traffic & pedestrians is never made clear although one of the coppers does tell him that it is to keep the area “sterile“… Something that they were not too particular about 6 months down the line.

Now of course there may be nothing in that but I do find such things very suspicious and as such I thought that I best just mention it.

Mind you, what is definitely suspicious is the traffic on the bridge and we can use photos of the number 53 bus that squished Aysha to give a few good examples.

For instance, take a look at the following photo and notice the bus’ proximity to the bus which had been going the other way.

Now the photo is taken pretty square on although the photographer was positioned slightly more to the right – which makes the background underneath the bridge particularly strange.

I mean quite obviously the more you come to the right the more water you see but don’t forget; that number 53 bus is nigh on half way across the bridge.

See what I mean?

Of course you do.

Now when you look at the above photo closer you notice that the bus on the far side of the bridge looks elongated.

In fact to me it looks as though the bus should end where I have put the yellow arrow yet quite obviously it ends where the red arrow is.

Indeed you do in fact have to question why that bus parked there in the first place.

I mean it isn’t even in the bus lane.

And neither was it anywhere in sight when Masood did his thing.

At just gone 2:45 pm the bus isn’t anywhere to be seen.

Although the above photo had to be taken at around the same time and indeed we can see a bus next to the number 53 which clearly isn’t in the bus lane but is also clearly not the bus in question since the one we see in the photo is an open top version… Mind you, that bus too raises questions since it is clearly red (as opposed to the brown open topped buses that we see parked on the bridge) although it has a very unusual, contrasting blue & white back to it.

There is certainly fuck all there that fits the bill.

I mean there is the red open top bus in the photo above taken when the Busby soldier was walking along the bridge just slightly before 2:45 pm but common sense dictates that cannot be the open top bus in question.

In fact you have to question just where the fuck has the traffic got to and how the fuck did yellow arrowed matey get there from where we see him in the photo below in zero minutes?

And here he is again in the photo below at the same time as we see in the photo above.

Or are we meant to ignore shit like that?

Now, there is one more candidate for that open topped red bus which in reality should be a none starter… But inexplicably appears to be the favourite.

You see the red bus in question is surrounded by traffic and sat in the bus lane… Here have a butchers:

Indeed the traffic really is inconsistent with the evidence. I mean the time in the above photos is 2:46 pm or there abouts but when you look at the traffic from the Parliament Square end you get the following:

And then 5 minutes later the traffic at that end of the bridge disappeared altogether.

So go and figure that one out! Even though the time looks to be 10:15 am.

Now it has to be said that victim number 16 was almost kept hidden to begin with which I would suggest had something to do with her location.

You see, Victim 16 was ever so slightly forward of Aysha Frade.

You can see her in the photo above right up against the bridge wall.

And you can in fact just see the front of the black Fiat Uno in the bottom left hand corner in the above photo… Course there can be little doubt that the photographer-minions have done their best to conceal the location of victim 16 – whom we shall call Fanny Fraud – being as a good quality photo showing both Aysha & Fanny would have made for a very powerful picture to help their propaganda along.

Yet the Minions let the opportunity pass.

Indeed they could have made the fake Muslim bird out to look even more cold hearted had they shown Squished Aysha & Happy Fanny in the same photographs.

Although you can see them in the following photo taken from the air but it doesn’t really cut it like one taken from the ground would have done.

Nevertheless, that takes the victim count to sixteen yet we have still only seen eleven of them in the video footage allegedly taken in the first 10 minutes following the ‘attack’ – with three of those clearly unhurt.

Now on the 24th of June 2017 we finally found out the identity of victim number 17.

PHOTO: Victim Number 17 

His name is Stephen Lockwood and he is being comforted by his wife Cara.

PHOTO: Recovering nicely – Stephen & Cara Lockwood

Now the reason that we know their names is because they too appear in that bollox fly-on-the-wall documentary about day to day life & death at St Mary’s Hospital… The one which saw Masood being treated by St Mary’s staff despite having been pronounced dead at the scene.

Therefore you just know that the Lockwood’s story is going to be just as fake as Masood’s and that of the French students who also took part in the TV play.

The  following are extracts taken from a Chimp article describing the Lockwood’s journey to recovery.

It was a photo which captured the shocking terror of the Westminster Bridge attack.

A woman, crouched over a stricken man, desperately trying to help him while his shoes lay neatly on the pavement beside him.

It was unsure at the time whether the woman was a passerby trying to help, a friend, or a family member.

The Monkey-Kuntz are in fact referring to the photo above showing the Lockwood’s on the bridge.

However, it was never divulged how Lockwood’s plimsolls ended up so neatly placed on the pavement… Although obviously the placing of shoes is symbolic to the Monsters… Carry on you useless apes:

But it was revealed this week in the astonishing BBC series Hospital that the pair were couple Cara and Stephen Lockwood.

They had traveled down from Oxfordshire for a day-trip to celebrate Stephen’s 40th birthday.

Stop with the story’s within stories already:

The couple were walking across Westminster Bridge to hail a taxi. Mrs Lockwood was nervous about using the London Underground because she feared a terror attack.

‘I just see love in it really because in all that chaos and hatred all I can see is my wife looking after me.

‘I feel like I am allowed to say we’ve won. We survived and we’re safe.’

They really are like programmed little robots aren’t they? Although the prick forgot the “they will not divide us” old fanny.

Their harrowing ordeal was captured by a BBC television crew, which just happened to be filming at St Mary’s Hospital in Paddington when victims from the terror attack started to arrive.

Mrs Lockwood escaped with superficial wounds, but Mr Lockwood was left with serious face, chest and leg injuries which required immediate surgery. Cumulatively, they could have been deadly.

Mrs Lockwood spoke in heart-wrenching detail about the ordeal, breaking into tears several times.

She said: ‘What he looked like in the road. He was just covered in blood. It was all over him. Everyone goes through s*** you know. But not this. Not being ploughed down.

PHOTO: Cry-Baby-Cara… I love the fake dimple added to her cheek.

‘It’s really hard when you spend so much time with somebody and they’re taken away from you and you’re suddenly really, really alone.

‘I want him back home. I want to have a Friday night on the sofa with pizza and a beer.’

She’s easily fucking pleased:

Mr Lockwood needed a four hour operation to repair the deep cuts to his leg, as well as his broken tibia and fibula.

If the injury had happened just a decade ago, he would likely have to have had his leg amputated.

Surgeons took a large block of tissue from Mr Lockwood’s good leg and grafted it onto its damaged one in a complex, long-hour operation. 

Surgeon Shehan Hettiarachy, Major Trauma Director at St Mary’s, explained: ‘It’s slightly robbing Peter to pay Paul but we’re hoping the robbery is worth the outcome.

Shehan Hettiarachy“? Are they fucking sure!

Mind you, Malingerer Lockwood’s leg couldn’t have been too bad because in medical terms an hour long operation is fuck all.

PHOTO: Lockwood the Liar taking part in the propaganda pushing documentary

‘He might be walking down the road in six months time and hear a car revving and it may somehow subconsciously flick him back to where he was on the day of the accident.’  

Following the operation he had to be kept on life support for several days. 

And now you just know that it is total, total bollox.

Speaking about the attack Mr Lockwood said: ‘I can remember making the decision to cross the bridge to get to a taxi on the other side, and that’s pretty much it.

‘She [Mrs Lockwood] remembers it and I don’t. So I’ve got the broken body and she’s got the broken mind. But we’re going to deal with it together. 

‘We’re just a happy little unit really. We live our lives like anybody else, we go to work, come home, watch a bit of TV, have a bit of dinner and go to bed. Source

That really isn’t living pal.

Nevertheless, did you clock what the journo-shite said about Big Old Steve’s leg would have been amputated had the attack taken place a decade ago?

would it have been?


He is certainly able to itch his poorly leg and his trousers are in good nick but even so; if Steve says it hurts then that is good enough for me… Twonk!

And as a close to the lying Lockwood’s I would guess that Cara plays at the very least, another one of the many witnesses to the fraud.

Furthermore, she is most definitely Police Constable Dead Palmer’s ‘wife‘.

I should also point out that Palmer’s ‘wife‘ has had a bit of extra cheek added to her photo… Now why would they do that?

Along with the fact that I also suspect Steve the queen of being one of the fraud coordinators who was constantly trying to blend in with the background on the day but still managed to stick out like a sore fucking thumb.

Although I appreciate that isn’t an idea photo of the Greenie, but then again he was trying to blend in with the background – more on Greenie shortly. And I also very, very strongly suspect Steve the Queen of being the invisible cop Kris Aves.


Still, moving on and the next victims along were Travis Cunt and his lying mates and although we have already counted them in our casualty & fatality list it doesn’t hurt to remind you that you have all been taken for proper cunts by the little sods.

And I am not going to count the newbie amongst the injured because he most definitely wasn’t there at the time.

Course, I am sure that you have realised that everyone on the bridge is an actor by now.

For instance:

And there were even foreman actors on the bridge… Like Green Sleeves who I mentioned earlier:

And after a hard days supervising it is back to the hotel for dinner… In this case the Marriott Hotel directly opposite St Thomas Hospital.

At least I assume that is why Green Sleeves ended up there.

Although he could have been visiting some of the “victims” I suppose.

You see, instead of taking the victims across the road to St Thomas hospital, they were instead taken into the Marriott Hotel.

A good example would be the ‘injured’ third copper whose plod regalia kept appearing and then disappearing.

And the Koreans/Chinese also paid the Marriott a visit.

The bird in those photos is of course the inflatable woman:

And it is safe to assume that the Marriott was also the destination of the ‘victims’ in the following photo given their location and the direction that they are heading in.

Although to be frank it is extremely hard to make a case for them being ‘victims’ being as they all came – on foot – from the far side of the bridge.

Indeed it would be funny if it wasn’t so serious.

And in the following photo a paramedic appears to be pointing an overmanned stretcher/trolley in the direction of the Marriott.

Now because of that bald fella’s presence in the photo I am inclined to believe that the mush on the trolley would be the victim that we are assuming was PC Kris Aves… Although quite what the fuck baldy has to do with the pretend copper is anyone’s guess.

Nevertheless, after first checking on the other actors Baldy spent the rest of the photoshoot looking busy by tending to the Aves character… As you can clearly see in the photos below.

What a hero.

However, since those two bottom photos were [allegedly] taken at 2:41 pm (probably the earliest photos taken that are available after Coleslaw’s efforts) and it took 6 minutes for the first paramedics to arrive, quite clearly baldy was tending to the fella until 2:47 pm at the very least… Which in turn makes him a super-hero since he was also up at the other end of the bridge during that period, tending to Leslie Rhodes.

Although to be fair that is Leslie Rhodes MKII in the photo… Leslie Rhodes MKI is in the photo below:

But never fear because I think that I can solve this little riddle… You see, the second Leslie Rhodes (MK2) is from a different batch of photoshops to the first Leslie Rhodes batch.

Hands up if you think that Baldy had sneaked off in the hour & twenty minutes that he was waiting to follow Aves stretcher down to the Marriott?


Here let me show you.

Now first have a butchers at the following photo:

Now you see the arrowed fella?

Well he is in the photo below with Baldy:

And despite the above photo being taken from a different angle, from a different place and at a different time the fella in the cap hasn’t changed one iota from how he is seen in the photo above this one.

Here they are side by side and I have red arrowed a couple of dodgy bits for you. Yet the fella is in exactly the same pose and taken from exactly the same angle.

Indeed the following photo is what you get if you overlay the second photo on to the first… And I have added some transparency to the overlaid photo so as you can see clearer how the fella matches in with himself.

And of course you can also see how clearly fuck all else matches.

And above is the overlay at full transparency… So, in other words the people we see in the photo have just been cut out and stuck on the background… They are not real… They are fake as fuck.

Nevertheless, I have changed my mind about not including the Korean/Chinese inflatable woman in the tally-up and with the other 3 walking Koreans/Chinese that brings our total to 21 victims so far, yet we can only place 12 at the scene and 6 of those appeared to have nothing wrong with them.

We also best include Cara Lockwood despite there being fuck all wrong with her and the Newby who appeared from nowhere and looked to get red trainers out of a bag.

And of course we must not forget the non-existent Andreeeeea Christie and her lying-fuck fiancee, Andrew.

So, with me being so generous our hit list of fatalities & casualties is as follows:

  1. Kurt Cochran
  2. Melissa Cochran
  3. Moo Ching’s friend
  4. Plod, Kris Aves
  5.  Plod, Roger Smith
  6. Plod, Bradley Bryant
  7. Student, Travis Frain
  8.  Student, Owen Lambert
  9.  Student Van the man
  10. Lying Loopy Lopez
  11. Never before seen French Student
  12.  Another Never before seen French Student
  13. Leslie Rhodes
  14. Mr Dead
  15. A walking Korean
  16. as above
  17. as above
  18. The inflatable woman
  19. Fanny Fraud
  20. Aysha Frade
  21. Stephen Lockwood
  22. Cara Lockwood
  23. Andreeea
  24. Lying-Fuck Andrew Burn-Arse

But do think on that only 11 of those appeared to be injured!

Now before moving on from the Aves/Baldy group it is worth mentioning the bird in the beige coat who was also looking after the injured [presumed] plodman.

You see I think that she is also a reporter:

Just speculating of course and whilst I am at it I will mention the lady in the boots who made up the trio around the Aves victim.

She too gets about a bit… As we saw earlier:

Course the photo doesn’t mean much on its own but given what I pointed out about the photo earlier and going on what we know about the fraud, it is another chip off the official story.

Especially as I also suspect the old fella on the far left to be another of the frauds coordinators – seen in the photo below stood on the corner of Whitehall

Moreover, it wouldn’t surprise me if Puss in Boots – seen tending to Aves in the photos above – isn’t the bird in in the photos below.

Okay, moving on and after Aves the pavement looked to be pretty clear.

You can just see Aves spread legs and his boot in the bottom left hand corner of the photo.

Course it all depends on what photos or screenshots you look at since the surroundings seem to change by the second.

I mean the pavement isn’t so clear in this next screenshot.

Indeed we have a bird in pink who along with another mush appears to be – quite bizarrely – either taking photos of the Palace or selfies.

And then when you look at other photos still you get the following:

Fuckin’ amazing!

And Stinky-Pinky is only slightly ahead of this next lot of casualties:

Although like I say, Masood would have had to come off the pavement long before then and the indisputable slow speed that he was really travelling at means that anyone in his way would not have been hoofted that far.

Nevertheless, never let it be said that I do not give the “official” facts chance to prove themselves and as such we will add to our list of fatalities & casualties: Stinky Pinky, the midget victim by those kneeling down, the victim after Lying Lopes (we have already added Lopes to the list) and the very last victim we see in that photo batch.

  1. Kurt Cochran
  2. Melissa Cochran
  3. Moo Ching’s friend
  4. Plod, Kris Aves
  5.  Plod, Roger Smith
  6. Plod, Bradley Bryant
  7. Student, Travis Frain
  8.  Student, Owen Lambert
  9.  Student Van the man
  10. Lying Loopy Lopez
  11. Never before seen French Student
  12.  Another Never before seen French Student
  13. Leslie Rhodes
  14. Mr Dead
  15. A walking Korean
  16. as above
  17. as above
  18. The inflatable woman
  19. Fanny Fraud
  20. Aysha Frade
  21. Stephen Lockwood
  22. Cara Lockwood
  23. Andreeea
  24. Lying-Fuck Andrew Burn-Arse
  25. Stinky-Pinky
  26. The Midget
  27. Unidentified victim
  28. The last on the bridge, Palace side.

That then more or less concludes the victims on the bridge although there is just one more to come.

However, before I tell you about her I want to quickly mention the first Tunisian fraud from a couple of years ago… The one involving the Museum not the even sillier follow-up in the hotel.

You see when the story first broke there were no British victims listed as being hurt or dead. However, the Chimp kept mentioning that there were no Brits involved which I turned into a bit of a running joke which went along the lines of David Cameron doing his bollox because there appeared to be a victim representative of every nation other than ours – giving Cameron little scope for hand-wringing.

Course, a day or two later, Cameron must have been getting on everyone’s tits with his harping on because the Tunisians suddenly plucked two English victims out of thin air… And our final victim – an Australian – appears to have come about in the Westminster hoax in the same fucking way that the English victims came about in Tunisia.

No Australians mentioned there then.

It seems to me that Ms Bashin de Bishop is making the best of a bad lot… I mean how can she effectively terrorise the Australians if none were involved in the Westminster play-act.

Although to be fair – or fair dinkum as they say in Oz – she and her cronies had a good go:

Don’t laugh, its serious… They were very dogged though:

And their persistence finally paid off:

Inches from death“… You really couldn’t make this shit up!  And technically she is German… But Australian enough to allow the Aussie Government to play the “We Are Not Afraid” card.

Mind you, the decision to allow the Australians a piece of the action had obviously only just been decided when that article was rushed out by the press. I mean they haven’t even had time to give her a name yet.

And obviously she will have to have a story within the story concocted… It all takes time don’t cha know?

There ya go… Bit crap though innit?

I mean they could have at least called her Gotta Volkswagen or something like that.

Course having ya foot run over isn’t very serious… Unless it is run over by a steam roller or summat… Which Mrs Volkswagen’s wasn’t obviously.

And as it happens it appears that the Oz-Nobs were also thinking the same about their adopted ‘victim‘… So they jazzed it up a bit:

That’s better… ‘Serious injuries to her foot which needed surgery‘, although she is bleedin’ lucky that they didn’t amputate -which seems to be the norm with these fake victims.

Course, just like Cameron with Tunisia, one victim of the hoax was never going to be enough for Turnbull & Bishop… Yet even in the Monster-Minions fantasy world it would have been a stretch too far to invent another Aussie victim given the number of days that had elapsed by then… Although they could probably have got away with having an Australian’s body wash up on Southend beach – and I use the word “beach” loosely – in that time frame.

But they are not that imaginative.

So what the Minions did is come at it from a different angle… Although given mind to the former Polish politician, Radish Coleslaw’s story it was a long way off being an ‘A+’ for the Minions:

I will tell you what? It is a fucking good job that I’m not sarcastic because the Monkey-Nutz would give me some great material to work with!

She was only steps away from the terror attacks“… Can Sue not work out in feet & inches then? I mean how long is a “step” for fucks sake?

Still, I suppose we best have a butchers at the MP, So Close – or whatever her fucking name is:

Hold up! It’s the same bird as Ness-Quick Ness Beer or whatever her fucking name is, isn’t it?

Their front is unbelievable and you’s lot must love being taken for right cunts to let them get away with it!

Nevertheless that article about So Close continues thus:

And here is a photo of Ness-Quick and her bad toe attending a memorial whatsists:

Shall we have another go-compare?

Of course we fucking shall.

And to give Ness Close some credence, the Minions even knocked up a photo of the old slapper on the bridge:

All those stretchers and ambulances yet they decide to carry her… She must be in agony what with matey using the calf on her broken leg to carry her… Hmmm.

Course you know who she is don’t you?

Of course you fucking do, It’s Fanny Fraud:

Although her foot doesn’t appear squished to me.

And un-funnily enough, the old slapper & her ‘daughter’ were posing as a medical expert and doctor in the chimp a few weeks later, chatting some old shite about hot flushes… Least that is the way I understood it:

They can only get away with it for as long as you let em, don’t cha know.

Nevertheless, that means as we move off of the bridge our fatality & casualty list remains at an extremely generous 28 victims in total.

Say goodbye traitor-scum:

If I had my way they would never see the outside of a prison wall again.

Now after leaving the bridge Masood apparently drove down the two cycle lanes on Bridge Street yet despite these two cycle lanes and the one on the bridge there are no reports of him hitting any cyclists… So the cycle lanes are just taking up much needed road space really.

Nevertheless, Masood being a terrapin – despite not being in contact with ISIS & not on their payroll – must have had a plan… Mustn’t he?

Despite that plan making no fucking sense whatsoever.

I mean if the plan involved using the rented motor – didn’t he want to damage his own car – to knock down as many people as he could before storming parliament it was an awful risky venture.

After all, he could have just started off on his venture only to find a have-a-go-hero lorry or bus driver pull in his way.

Or his tyres could have burst as he mounted the pavement – that they didn’t beggers belief.

You then have to ask yourself why he deliberately wrote the motor off so far away from the Palace gates… I mean he would have been better off –propaganda wise – concentrating on ramming Parliament with the motor than knocking innocent people over before having to sprint a good distance in order to tackle the Palace armed plod… With a fucking knife!

I mean c’mon! ISIS are supposed to be this massive army who can invade and occupy countries at will, who are financed to the tune of millions of Pounds a day via captured oil fields and what have you, yet they cannot even run to the cost of a gun for their operatives… Fuck off witcha.

Yet Masood was willing to pay the ultimate price on an operation that relied on luck!

Again, fuck off witcha.

Indeed it shows just how slow he was going when he rammed the Palace railings by the lack of damage to the pier he hit… Yet why risk serious injury by crashing the motor?

Moreover, why were the armed plod at the gate not ready for him as he came running round the corner? Or did they just ignored the fucking great bang that Masood would have created when he prematurely crashed the 4X4?

Yet it was fucking amazing luck that he was able to get out of the motor at all. I mean 9.99 times out of 10 it would have been impossible to open the motor’s doors following an accident as severe as we are led to believe Masood’s was.

However, in this instance there is no problem opening the front or back doors!

Moreover the direction that the motors front wheels are pointing makes the angle of the crashed Hyundai totally wrong.

Course, if we accept that all the misalignment is a result of the crash then there is more chance of me being able to grow a Mohican than there is of those car doors opening.

Nevertheless, let’s finish the fatalities & casualties list which originally appeared to be just two injured people at the point where Masood crashed the Hyundai.

Now the first of those two was the prostrate victim that we see on your right hand side of the photo found below.

And the second victim is the one that we see in the photo below.

Note the red trainer and the wheel angle. Also ask yourself how all those dents in the wing got there.

And how the fuck did the motor end up so far from the pier?

I mean the damage to the front of the motor isn’t even consistent with that caused by a car hitting and unyielding narrowish structure.

Neither is there any real debris in front of the motor and it is all well and good saying that the glass from the lights etc had all been lost on the bridge yet it has been proved beyond all doubt that Masood was not going anywhere near fast enough to cause the damage and scatter the debris on the bridge that we see in photos, just by hitting human bodies at say 30 MPH maximum.

Course there wouldn’t be any debris because quite, quite clearly the motor was doing nowhere near fast enough to bounce it back that far. And had it rolled back once Masood took the motor out of gear the chances of it stopping with the back wheel half way off the kerb are zilch.

Moreover, whilst the windscreen is kinda consistent with knocking someone over i.e the victim hit the windscreen – given the state of it – it would have flown out when the motor hit the pier.

And unless it was one of those two victims who damaged the windscreen – which common sense should tell you it wasn’t – then how the fuck could Masood have been able to see out in order to negotiate the sign posts and traffic lights as he came off the bridge… Let alone negotiate the curved cycle lane to end up where he did… Total total bollox and shame on you if you lack the intelligence to think for one second that the crash was real.

However, I am getting ahead of myself again so back to Bridge Street, Victim 2 – who is either a bird in a dress/skirt or a fella that has lost his trousers.

And the following is a distraction free repeat of the last photo without my lines or notes on it.

So straight away we are faced with some major anomalies – which you just know are going to get worse.

For instance the good Samaritan is clearly the first to go to the aid of the victims… Indeed the place looks deserted in fact.

Which of course it would do since everybody did a runner when Masood crashed as we saw in the counting-cars video what now seems like months ago to me… Which it would do obviously since it was months ago that I wrote about that video.

All as happy as fucking Larry look with one woman even stopping to turn round and have a chat… Indeed it is easy to see where the “We Are Not Afraid” slogan was devised from… Although they are supposedly running in fear of their lives, from Mad Masood – whom we never see in any photos or film footage leaving the wrecked car and running round to the Palace gates.

How very strange!

Nevertheless, have another happy snappy:

Maybe, maybe not. But nevertheless we know that the time was 2:41 pm when the photo was taken.

And the bird beside him gets about a bit too as well as carrying a spare set of clothes around with her.

And the gormless cow got to stay up late like a big girl.

Still on the fucking phone… These minion-directors really are short on ideas. However, the above photo is a brilliant example of how the minion-photo-editors get so many photoshops out of their work… Let me show you.


However, let’s get back to the immediate aftermath of the Hyundai crashing into the Palace wall. You see the pavement was only deserted to the right of Masood’s motor when he got out to do his final sprint – which was that fucking fast that no cunt could capture him on camera doing so.

Yet we also know that the pavement was chocka-block to the left of Masood’s 4X4.

Looks like a totally different scene from the one a few photos above starring the Good Samaritan in orange doesn’t it?

Yet I cannot even see him/her in the photo above, even though we have only missed Masood getting out of the motor by seconds here.

In fact I seem to remember that when we were counting cars Masood should by rights still have been in the Hyundai at this point.

So therefore you have to wonder where the Good Samaritan in the orange coat fits in. I mean he isn’t seen again next to the motor, outside of the above screenshots which were all taken from the same film footage.

Course Bike-Boy (seen in the above photo) is a different proposition altogether – they can’t get rid of that cunt, yet when the Good Samaritan was filmed Masood MUST have still been in the motor

And indeed another photo taken seconds later is quite revealing.

After all, given their positions around the car they would definitely have been seen in the good Samaritan footage… But they weren’t. Very fucking strange indeed.

Mind you, I have said it before and I will say it again; the old running man gets everywhere doesn’t he… Despite him not being old… But I’m sure you knew what I meant.

Nevertheless, let’s have some more photos.

Now forgive me for harping on here but the Good Samaritan cannot just be dismissed as not being important given the time that the photos in that last batch were taken.

And here is a reminder of the timeline as told by the Metropolitan Police:

So Masood crashed at 14:40:38 and 13 seconds later leaves the motor to go on a mad sprint, making the time 14:40:51 – the exact time that the last photo in the last photo batch was taken.

Therefore in that !3 second window that had people running in terror, the Good Samaritan in orange – we will call he/she Sam for short – got to the car, inspected the victims, ignored Masood trying to pries the door open with a big fuck-off knife (probably) and just as quickly disappeared leaving just enough time for a large crowd to build up to the left of the motor… All in 13 seconds or less.

Now just so as you know, ya know, I haven’t forgotten about the F & C list, but as you will find out shortly, the two victims by the Hyundai are not the last and I am not talking about Earole Plod, Keith Palmer or Masood himself.

Okay, back to where we were and I am sure that you have twigged that the above screenshots are far from kosher.

So let’s investigate further starting with that MI5 Jeep… Indeed the spooks were there that quick that it would seem that they were waiting for the play-act to happen

This is the Jeep in question and the time here would be 2:52 pm. It is seen in the photo above this one parked in the road (Bridge Street) at 2:40 pm, before Masood had even been shot. Furthermore, it did not move from where it was parked in the photo (Parliament Square, opposite the Whitehall junction) until sometime after 5:30 pm

However, exactly what time the Jeep parked on Parliament Square is another matter – although we know that it was blocking Bridge Street by 2:40pm

Nevertheless, take a look at the photo below.

Hmmm. And this one:

Now this screenshot was taken sometime between 2:45 pm and 2:50 pm. And as you can see the Jeep is parked up in front of Churchill’s statue and the red bus sat at the traffic lights (which we also see in the Good Samaritan screenshots) facing Parliament Square is still in place… As it is in fact until approximately 3:10 pm.

Moreover we can also see a red bus facing towards Westminster Bridge which could quite possibly be one of the two that we see in the Good Samaritan screenshots.

Course you need to ask yourself why that red bus sat at the traffic lights, facing Parliament Square was seen there at 2:40 pm (after Masood had crashed but before he was shot) and remained there for the next half hour?

Now Bridge Street is only a short road running from the junction of Parliament Square to Westminster Bridge.

And as you would expect, given its location the short road is usually jam-packed with traffic from end to end – despite there being a distinct lack of traffic on the day in question.

Nevertheless, the following Tweet was posted at 2:45 pm on the day – five minutes after Masood had crashed and four minutes after he was shot.

Now how in the name of fuck does the cunt know that it is a “Terror Attack”?

However, given the excellent punctuation and the fact that he has used the maximum space that you are allowed to Tweet, the actual photo had to have been taken at 2:44 pm, the latest. Furthermore, given the lack of people milling about and the other things we know about the timeline; realistically the photo had to be taken at 2:42 pm, the earliest.

So where is all the traffic?

And as an aside, knowing what we do via the car counting footage, how the fuck was the coach that I have arrowed in the above Tweet, allowed to have come down Abingdon street at that time?

Nevertheless, let’s have a look at some more photos to see if we can make some sense of what is going on with the traffic.

Now I say that the yellow coach is “handy” because we can track a lot by using it as a marker.

More photos please.

The time here is 14:46 and we see the yellow coach has hardly moved in the 6 minutes between the last two photos.

Indeed the traffic is now nose to tail in both directions of Bridge Street.

Now adjacent to the yellow coach is the light blue double decker bus which you will hopefully remember had the Budweiser advert on it (which we looked at whilst we were counting cars).

However, you probably won’t remember the exact time that it moved onto Bridge Street so I will remind you that it was 4 seconds short of 2:43 pm… Which means that it took around 3 minutes to go the short distance from the traffic lights at Parliament Square to the traffic lights at Victoria Embankment (the traffic lights immediately before Westminster Bridge).

And since we can see the front of the Jeep in the photo below we can say with a high degree of certainty that it was still blocking one of the two carriageways leading to Parliament Square at 2:44 – 2:45 pm.

Therefore the route to Parliament Square was sort of blocked since the red bus sat at the traffic lights (route number 159 apparently) was blocking the other carriageway.

Although obviously it would have technically been possible to go around the Jeep and then pull in front of it given the distance between the Jeep and stationary 159 bus… Kinda like the blue car in the photo although the Jeep would have been parked on Parliament Square when that photo was taken – but you get the idea.

However, for some reason known only to themselves – and me – no motors appeared to do the lane hopping maneuver in order to get passed the Jeep which as far as I can see must have partially blocked Bridge Street for at least a minute, maybe even two or three.

Although traffic was secretly going passed, such as the multi-coloured taxi that we saw go passed the Palace Gates and arrive at the top of Abingdon Street at 5 seconds short of 2:43 pm when we were counting cars.

It was actually our Number 16 to be precise.

And here it is again presumably having just turned out of Victoria Embankment into Bridge Street.

Now as it happened, no doubt by sheer coincidence – well a huge doubt actually but nevertheless – the CBeebies cab also made an appearance at the terrapin with a bag full of knives old bollox a couple of months later.

Although, the taxi in the knives drama isn’t quite as gaudy as the taxi in the bridge drama. I mean the patterns match but they are not quite as large… In so much as the roof is gaudy pattern free.

Which of course would explain the overlays that I mentioned when we were car counting.

Nevertheless, once the Jeep moved onto Parliament Square the traffic was seen to be flowing again.

Except it wasn’t really because it is all bollox. In fact you see the motor that looks a bit like the Jeep in the above (also see below)? Well it is meant to look like the Jeep so as to confuse you.

Driven by a plod see. However, whilst it certainly isn’t the Jeep I believe it to be the Audi that pulled alongside the red 159 bus at the traffic lights totally blocking access to Parliament Square via Bridge Street until around 3:10 pm when – like the 159 bus – the Audi fucked off with the rest of the traffic.

Now we know it is all bollox because as the CBeebies taxi turned onto Bridge Street the camera kept rolling catching on video what you see below:

The Yellow Bus and the Budweiser Blue Bus which did not reach that position until 2:46 pm… Four minutes after the CBeebies taxi had passed the Palace gates.

In fact I would imagine that the taxi that you can see in the above screenshot a couple of cars behind the yellow bus is in fact the CBeebies taxi.

Ah, well in that case it must be a different cab advertising the same company” I hear some of you cry. Although those “some of you” will doubtlessly be the stinking arsehole paedo-trolls doing their nonce masters bidding or those clutching at straws because they are too frightened to admit what is blatantly obvious to even those with limited intelligence i.e your government has taken part in an extremely serious crime to bring about your fucking downfall… Whatcha goin’ to do about it?

Fuck all I expect.

Nevertheless, it is quite obviously the same taxi and just a case of all the times have been altered. Because as I say, the drama has been filmed on many different occasions and then edited and spliced together changing whatever needed changing along the way in order to make it all appear continuous.

Indeed all of the traffic that you see belongs to the security services or is hired by the security services… Take a butchers at the following.

Now you don’t need to be a genius to work out that the blue, open top bus followed the yellow bus off Westminster Bridge. The yellow bus then carried on along Bridge Street whilst the blue, open top bus turned right onto Victoria Embankment.

Okay, now take a butchers at these next photos:

Now think back to that [fake] video of the fella driving around Parliament Square supposedly an hour before kick off on the 22nd of March.

Maybe something, maybe not.

However there is a lot more evidence of the security services owning the traffic than just that.

You see above is what the scene looked like at approximately 2:47 pm, after the Jeep had stopped blocking Bridge Street and the big black Audi had pulled up next to the red 159 bus at the traffic lights.

In doing so Parliament Square was completely inaccessible from Bridge Street . I will also point out that in between the [previously unmentioned] white Heyfordian (misspelled, my bad) bus and the yellow bus is a turquoise coloured bin lorry.

And it is also fair to say that the traffic is heavy in each direction.

Which it wasn’t a couple of minutes earlier when the Jeep was blocking the road.

Indeed you can see the white Heyfordian coach and the yellow bus although fuck knows where the bin lorry is.

However, when we see the scene at approximately 2:49 pm (two minutes later) in the above – looking from Westminster Bridge towards Parliament Square – the traffic appears to have gone again from the bumper to bumper traffic that we see at 2:47 pm, to zilch.

PHOTO: Bridge Street appears practically deserted whilst the Jeep driver was surveying the situation.

PHOTO: Once the Jeep had gone the traffic flowed until the Audi (probably the one driven by the copper in the photo) pulled up next to the red 159 bus at the traffic lights.

PHOTO: The 159 bus and black Audi with police driver blocking access to Parliament Square. You can also see the white Heyfordion coach behind the Audi separated by a white car.

Now as I have said, the black Audi and red 159 bus were blocking access to Parliament Square via Bridge Street from at least 2:46 pm until 3:10 pm when all of the remaining traffic on Bridge Street was cleared.

And I will also once again point out that if I appear to be repeating myself that is because this traffic is conclusive evidence of a fraud taking place and as such it is vital that everyone understands the lay of the land.

PHOTO: At 2:57 pm the 159 bus and Audi have been in place for over 10 minutes. You can also see the turquoise bin lorry in this photo (arrowed) sat between the yellow bus and Heyfordion coach.

PHOTO: By 3:05 pm that turquoise bin lorry has gone! How the fuck did it manage that?

Furthermore, you can also see a plodman chatting to the driver of the 159 and the Audi.

However here is another photo which shows the yellow & white coaches with what looks to be the bin lorry going the other way.

The implication being that the bin lorry got fed up with waiting and did a U-turn.

PHOTO: 3:10 pm the 159 bus and black Audi are still stationed at the traffic lights.

However, I am far from finished with talking about the bin lorry but first I need to tell you about a multi-coloured lorry cab with a hiab  (lifting arm) attached and another red double decker that pulled into Bridge Street after the yellow coach.

PHOTO: Yellow arrow points to yellow coach. Blue arrow points to multi-coloured lorry cab. Red arrow points to red bus.

Don’t worry, I have much clearer photos of the lorry cab & bus to show you but the one above allows us to establish a timeline.

However, having said that notice how we can see two faces on Big Ben which seem to show the little hands in slightly different positions.

Nevertheless, the red bus which is sitting at the traffic lights on the bridge pulls directly behind the lorry cab with the time still showing as 2:50 pm.

Strange how the Shard tower looks to be drawn in on all these screenshots… However, knowing now what we do it is a distinct possibility that the building is drawn in because the footage could even have been shot before the Shard was built.

But all the same, the lorry cab must have come from Victoria Embankment in the “official” story since it isn’t in any of the earlier bridge photos… Although it is most strange that we do not see any traffic snarl up at the junction giving mind to the fact that 10 minutes has now passed since Masood did his thing.

Nevertheless, we can say without any uncertainty whatsoever that going on the official version of events that the double decker was directly behind the Multi-coloured lorry cab at 2:50 pm.

Okay, so to recap, by 2:50 pm, in running order from the Whitehall junction traffic lights back to the Westminster Bridge junction traffic lights we have:

  • the black Audi (with the 159 bus next to it),
  • an unidentified white car,
  • the white Heyfordian coach,
  • the turquoise dustbin lorry (which later appeared to have done a U-turn),
  • the yellow coach,
  • around five unidentified cars (one of which must be the multi-coloured taxi),
  • the multi-coloured lorry cab with lifting arm
  • the double decker bus directly behind the lorry cab

Moreover, the black Audi had been blocking the turn-left lane since 2:46 at the very, very latest. Before that the Jeep was blocking that same lane for at least two minutes from 2:40 pm at the very latest (before Masood was even shot) and the turning-left into the Whitehall lane had been blocked since at least 2:40 pm by the red 159 bus.

Are we all agreed?

Of course we fucking are.

Likewise we know that the two other lanes on Bridge Street, going the opposite way – the pavement side, turn left into Victoria Embankment lane and the inner, straight ahead across Westminster Bridge lane – were choc-a-bloc too hence it taking the light blue double decker, Budweiser bus 10 minutes to cover the short distance.

Therefore, the following photo taken shortly after 2:50 pm is very strange.

So where did the red double decker bus go in the top photo.

Likewise, where did it go a bit later on (see photo below).

Or is it a secret?

Now, that white car I mentioned in the last batch of photos which I thought might be a Merc could possibly be the one in the photo below.

Course, there is so much going on in this photo that it is hard to know where to begin. Nevertheless, the time will be about 2:52 pm. We know this because the two armed coppers running down the road are doing so to protect the air ambulance that is about to land.

Although I am fucked if i know why the helicopter needed an armed guard… And not just those two Herbert’s either.

Nevertheless, there are no doubts in my mind that the scruffy bastard plod is an actor.

You see, here he is again giving it with the shouting and pointing outside the Palace Gates while the large number of people milling about look on bemused.

Course they would do since he is sending them in the direction of the crash. It is also strange that the people are coming from the direction of St Margaret’s Church/Broad Sanctuary – a place of safety.

Stranger still is the timing since we know from the counting cars exercise that the first plod motor didn’t arrive outside of the Palace Gates until 14:42:26 – around a minute after Masood had been shot dead.

Yet at that time there was hardly anyone milling about outside of the Palace Gates. However, strangest of all is the police car seen arriving in the photo.

Which is actually two police cars arriving and you will remember that the first two police motors seen going down Abingdon Street after that first Plod Motor had arrived was the aborted journey made by the Plod-Focus & Plod Transit… Neither of which are those two plod motors arriving.

Indeed the first two plod motors to arrive from that direction after the initial plod BMW 4×4 were the two plod BMW’s at 14:45:01 (see photo below)

Not that the two arriving motors in the new film footage look particularly like BMW 4×4’s.

They do however look a bit like disguised taxi’s.

Course we do know that at 14:45:13 (twelve seconds after the 2 plod BMW’s were seen racing down Abingdon Street) an open topped brown bus was seen in the same place going in the opposite direction.

And that bus had to have been the one that we see in the photo below:

Which would sort of be feasible for the scruffy-arsed copper to be outside the gates at that time (despite the gates appearing to be open in the scruffy basrtard screenshots). And there are a lot of people milling around Parliament Square in the photo although it is bizarre that he is sending them towards the danger zone and allowing them to contaminate a crime-scene in the process.

After all, that area would definitely be part of the crime scene.

Yet the two arrowed cars HAVE to be the two cars in question so fuck knows where everybody went.

Nevertheless, if we can agree that the time is 2:45 pm in those screenshots, the scruffy bastard must then have abandoned his post outside the gates and gone for a wander up by Westminster Bridge because we see him running back towards Parliament Square with the older armed plod at around 2:50 pm.

Quite why they were running is anyone’s guess as they got to Parliament Square in plenty of time.

And yes that most certainly is them in all of the above photos.

However, they didn’t stay as partners for very long after having an argument over where to have their next photo-shoot. I mean that the old man wanted it to take place by the roadworks near George Street…

Whereas the scruffy-fuck wasn’t happy with that idea being as there was little scope for his tippy-toe, arm pointing pose.

Something that the pretty copper doing the rounds posing, was happy to help the scruffy bastard with.

Mind you, the scruffy cunt is not what he seems.

All the tech & software at their disposal and the cretin minions still can’t do a decent fucking job.

The lesson there is always stick with what you are good at… The blanket nurse certainly does.

Nevertheless, let’s get back to that Merc photo.

And as you know I also suspect the flash motor of being the one waiting to go onto the bridge in front of the silver Hyundai.

But how could that be as we have already established that the traffic is gridlocked and when the above photo was taken the Black Audi WOULD HAVE without doubt been sat at the traffic lights next to the 159 bus in front of the Merc.

So the question is: Is that the Merc behind the Audi and directly in front of the Heyfordian coach?

I mean if it isn’t then where the fuck did it go?

If it is then where the fuck did the motor behind it go (see photo below)?

I mean that certainly isn’t the Heyfordian coach behind it.

And just when you thought that was really confusing you get the following photo.

And that certainly isn’t the white Merc in front of the Heyfordian coach, which in fact appears to be in the same lane as the 159 red double decker bus… In fact the motor in front of the white coach looks a lot like a grey Hyundai 4×4… Just sayin’.

Neither is the yellow coach directly behind the Heyfordian coach although we do see the turquoise bin lorry.

Also take notice of the blue Subaru coming the other way and the white truck with pipes or something on the back, seen in the far right of the photo.

How is that for a head fuck? The posh Merc is now a taxi coming from the other way and the blue Subaru is where the black Audi should be!

And why is the bus driver wearing gloves like the armed plod wear?

However, before I elaborate further on the traffic layout, let’s go back to the Merc photos with the two armed plods.

Now it is blatantly obvious that the Biker-Boy is signalling to someone. You can follow the signalling in the next batch of photos.

As for the fella who arrived very early on or should I say, “Re-Cycle Mush” – Fuck me, I’m funny – well Gord knows what he is trying to do in front of the Hyundai.

But anyway, here is that aforementioned photo-batch:

Course those screenshots confuse things further because like I say, the Audi should already be at the traffic lights at that stage yet in the screenshots we see the ambulance motor arriving.

Yet it is already there in the above photo before the Audi (if indeed it is the Audi) reaches the traffic lights.

And in this shot we see the Audi sat at the lights but no ambulance motor.

And here we see the Audi sitting at the lights with either a police or NHS motor facing the same way… So how did the latter get passed the ambulance motor?

We also need to look at Cycle-Boy who arrived just as Masood stacked his rented Hyundai.

I mean what the fuck is he doing there and where has the body gone?

Is he pretending to be a body himself now?

I mean my eyesight isn’t what it was but I cannot for the life of me see a body there! So who are the two in the photo above this one treating?

In this one Cycle boy appears to be sitting in the engine yet in reality he must be standing on any victim on the ground in front of the motor.

And the victim to the passenger side of the motor… Is he the victim that we saw orange coat man looking at?

He has certainly shifted some if it is!

And the actor is proper hamming it up.

Although fair play to Cycle Boy, he certainly got stuck into helping the victims before becoming one.

Then again, perhaps he didn’t.

Course he could have been looking for more victims under the motor rather than pretending to become one.

I mean he certainly looks to be looking… And it is nice to see that the bushes have vanished from behind the railings now.

Yes he is definitely looking for more victims and indeed he must have found some and is pushing them out from under the motor with his foot.

Fuck me he found loads including the giant… Well done bi-cycle boy.

And I see that Paramedic Car didn’t move once it arrived which must have made it really, really hard for the other EMS vehicles when the coaches and what-nots were bumper to bumper.

Nevertheless, Bi-Cycle-Boy must have found that many kicking about under the Hyundai that they were still carting away bodies at 3:20 pm when the Fly-Boys decided to leave the Palace yard to go and have a mooch about.

You couldn’t make this shit up!

However, you will be pleased to know that we can now conclude the fatalities & casualties list.

So if we carry on in the same generous allowance way that we have compiled the list thus far; shall we allow four victims in this area?

Yes we shall and of course we have Masood himself to add as well as Ear’ole Palmer.

That then leaves our finished list as follows:

  1. Kurt Cochran
  2. Melissa Cochran
  3. Moo Ching’s friend
  4. Plod, Kris Aves
  5.  Plod, Roger Smith
  6. Plod, Bradley Bryant
  7. Student, Travis Frain
  8.  Student, Owen Lambert
  9.  Student Van the man
  10. Lying Loopy Lopez
  11. Never before seen French Student
  12.  Another Never before seen French Student
  13. Leslie Rhodes
  14. Mr Dead
  15. A walking Korean
  16. as above
  17. as above
  18. The inflatable woman
  19. Fanny Fraud
  20. Aysha Frade
  21. Stephen Lockwood
  22. Cara Lockwood
  23. Andreeea
  24. Lying-Fuck Andrew Burn-Arse
  25. Stinky-Pinky
  26. The Midget
  27. Unidentified victim
  28. The last on the bridge, Palace side.
  29. The Aussie Fraud
  30. 1st by Masood’s Motor
  31. 2nd by Masood’s Motor
  32. 3rd by Masood’s Motor
  33. 4th by Masood’s motor
  34. Masood
  35. Ear’ole Palmer

So being as generous as we have, our total comes to 6 dead and 29 injured – although we know there are nowhere near that number – so you really do have to question where the other 20 injured come from since the official tally is 6 dead and 49 injured

Perhaps the government could clarify the matter.

I have however found Orange-Coat man you will be pleased to know.

And he must have been no help to the victims whatsoever and as such fucked off as quickly as he came because he is seen in the following photo walking back towards the bridge minutes after the attack had happened.

PHOTO: Orange-Coat-Man on Bridge Street at around 2:45 pm possibly stood next to the Running-Man.

Moreover, it quickly becomes obvious that Orange-Coat-Man knows Green-Sack-Man.

PHOTO: Green-Sack-Man seen with the Woman-From-Atlantis AKA Andreeeeea Christie after she was pulled from the Thames and dumped on the Embankment at approximately 3:50 pm

PHOTO: Green-Sack-Man on Bridge Street at approximately 2:45 pm

PHOTO: Bridge Street approximately 2:45 pm

PHOTO: Green-Sack-Man and Orange-Coat-Man on Bridge Street at approximately 2:45 pm

And with that being the case there can be little surprise that Orange-Coat-Man was right beside Green-Sack-Man an hour or so later when it came to saving the life of the waterlogged Andreeeea.

Imagine that!

And the “Fat 1” also seen in the above photo tends to get about a bit too.

And I am pretty sure that Fatty also appeared as a witness to the Grenfell tower block old bollox.

Birds of a feather and all that shit springs to mind.

Nevertheless, let’s get back on to the traffic on Bridge Street where we were talking about the posh white Merc that doubles as a taxi.

And in the following photo batch we again see a white car that could possibly be the Merc which appears to be either blocking the road into Parliament Square or it has driven out of the cycle lanes on Bridge Street.

Now whereas it is impossible to tell if that is the Merc or not the fact that it is where it is in the road is suspicious because the white VW estate car and white van in front of that have just moved off and turned into Parliament Square.

Moreover, the black Audi isn’t sat at the traffic lights.

But that is not the end of it. You see in the screenshot below we see the Bike-Boy riding up the Bridge Street cycle lane from Parliament Square.

That’s him with the white arrow (which wasn’t my doing). We can also see the white van (sat in front of the VW Estate car) which is sat at the lights, although there looks to be a car sat in front of it too.

And despite the poor quality film it is quite obvious that there are not many people about… Which is very strange indeed.

Now let me explain why. You see the screenshot below is the opening to video footage of the crashed Hyundai.

And the screenshot below is when the third gunshot rings out signaling the shooting of Masood.

That means the time in the above screenshot is exactly 14:41:30.

Therefore the video footage starts at 14:41:20 – being as 10 seconds has passed from the start of the video to the 3rd shot ringing out.

Now according to Masood left the crashed motor at 14:40:51:

The Metropolitan Police Service (MPS) has released specific timings of Masood’s murderous spree, showing he took just 30 seconds from mounting the pavement on the bridge to crashing into the perimeter fence at Parliament and fatally stabbing unarmed PC Palmer.

The MPS revealed that Masood’s attack, in which he drove across Westminster Bridge before crashing and running into the Houses of Parliament, lasted just 82 seconds in total. 

The attack started at 14.40:08 when he mounted the northbound pavement on the bridge. At 14.40.38 he crashed into the perimeter fence and 13 seconds later at 14.40.51 exited his vehicle and began running towards the entry gates.

At 14.40.59, the first 999 call was made to the police. The atrocity ended when he was shot at 14.41:30.

If we then go to a version of the counting cars video at 14:41:30 – presumably when the 3rd shot was fired – we see the scene in the screenshot below:

Therefore, when the video started the time must have been 14:41:16 with the scene being the one we see below:

Which would be 25 seconds after Masood had left his motor and as such he must have already run past those waiting to run across the road in an awful panic… Although obviously we have seen them laughing and joking, but to be fair I really am trying to give the official version of events a chance to work.

Nevertheless, with Masood already out of sight you have to wonder:

  1. Why is no one looking in the direction of the Palace gates?
  2. Why did they run in panic instead of going back to gawp at the casualties?

You then have to ask why all those terrified bystanders are nowhere to be seen in the following screenshot?

Least I don’t think they are although if that was the best quality camera that someone had then you would stamp on the fucking thing… Although obviously the reason for such crap quality film is to hide the real truth.

Nevertheless, if that was the Merc that we saw blocking Parliament Square or used the cycle lanes to beat the traffic queue then how come we see it in the following photo?

And it makes even less sense still when we see it going the other way disguised as a taxi (See photo below).

And then you have the Subaru – least I think that is the make of the motor, but we will call it a Subaru even if it is not.

I mean without doubt the Black Audi should have been parked where the Subaru is by that time. And since the traffic was too heavy to allow the Merc to go around Parliament Square, did the Merc do a U-turn at the traffic lights?

After all, the Merc was in the turn left lane meaning that once it was through the traffic lights we shouldn’t have seen it again… Yet we never picked it up on the counting cars video either which means that it must have done a U-turn.

Course, that makes no sense being a taxi as the driver would want to be out of the traffic chaos ASAP, which would have involved going up Abingdon Street.

Therefore the only possible conclusion is that the Merc was part of the controlled scenario.

Which is also true for the Blue Subaru… And all the other traffic.

Now have a look at the following pictures which are in no particular order, sincet would take someone a lot cleverer than me to show them as such.

Check out the motorbike next to the Subaru… The rider looks as if he is going to do a left.

They have a chat as the Subaru pulls away. I’m not sure if that is Frankenstein’s Monster there with the crowd.

The Biker sits for a moment.

And then turns right, but you don’t see the Subaru at all in the film footage that this last screenshot was taken from.

You can also see the Subaru and others doing a U-Turn in this next batch.

Now taking a pause here to point something out about the timeline. And for me to do that you need to have a butchers at this next screenshot.

Okay, yellow circled in the above are the two plod (one scruffy, one old) who we spoke about earlier and the two plod motors that have just arrived.

PHOTO: The two plod who are yellow circled in the photo above this one.

Now we know that these two plods arrived from Bridge Street to greet the air-ambulance.

PHOTOS: The 2 plod arrive via Bridge Street to protect the helicopter.

Yet at no time do we see the white Merc do a U-turn at the lights in the photos above.

Moreover, I have yellow circled the two plod motors arriving outside the Palace gates in the same screenshot (four photos up) as I have yellow circled the two plod.

Yet when those two plod motors were arriving the younger of the two plod was busy doing his pointing outside of the Palace gates… So how can he be in two places at once?

Answer: He can’t. They are all just photoshops. For example:

Indeed with the right software it isn’t hard to take people from one photo and plonk them into another.


Although I am not sure that she didn’t show up in the other fake London bridge bollox:

I should also point out that the Batman photo isn’t my own doing and I am not trying to pass it off as my own work.

However, there is a lot of that kind of shit taking place in this Westminster drama. The photo below for instance.

You just need to look out for the tell tale signs like the square cut on the plods hat. In fact I don’t think that they have even bothered plonking a sky into the above photo.

But why? As in why would there be the need to photoshop?

Moreover the other copper is ‘spell casting‘ – least that is what I call it and it certainly plays a big part in the monsters photos as anyone familiar with my work will already know.

Nevertheless, straight lines are always a factor to look out for.

And then there are photos like the following:

In fact try find those dormers on the Palace because I am fucked if I can!

Just more made up nonsense.

Indeed nothing demonstrates this better than the following screenshots taken from what was supposedly ‘live’ footage:

Nevertheless, to bring these strange goings-on with the traffic on Bridge Street to an end, here is another photo batch.

Now I think before I do Masood’s motor I will slot the builders in first. That will give the Westminster fraud, cheering ladies something to cheer about.

There really isn’t a lot of hope for the human race.

Nevertheless, the builders in question sneaked out of the Palace as the SAS (serious attention seekers) went in.

Strange that the plod are paying no attention to the ‘workmen’ whatsoever… Almost like they were expecting them!

After all, the plod haven’t been shy at coming forward in this drama have they?

And of course with those workmen leaving and the people that we saw earlier fleeing in terror from parliament; realistically it makes a mockery of all those brave MP’s being locked in the Palace until 8 pm (depending on what report you read).

Especially since the Palace is connected to Portcullis House by a tunnel. Therefore all of those most ‘honourable‘ MP’s who claim to have been in lockdown are nothing other than lying toe-rags who need prosecuting and sending to prison for a long, long time:

MPs were locked in the House of Commons for more than four hours and business suspended after a terror attack in Westminster.

Five people have died and 40 others have been injured after a knifeman mowed down pedestrians before fatally stabbing a police officer. The attacker was shot dead by armed police.

Earlier Deputy Speaker Lindsay Hoyle halted the sitting of the House and told MPs, who had just been called to vote on a piece of legislation, to remain in the chamber as details of the incident filtered through.

A number of Northern Ireland MPs were caught up in the unfolding incident and were brought to safety as Parliament Buildings and the surrounding area was locked down.

After almost five hours MPs were allowed to leave the Commons chamber.

Hundreds were brought to Westminster Hall to be processed, including UUP MP Fermanagh South Tyrone Tom Elliott.

“We’ve been moved to Westminster Hall, there must be well over 1,000 people packed into Westminster Hall, and up the staircases,” he told UTV.

“Some of the other Parliament buildings have just got permission for people to leave but in the Palace of Westminster we are still here.

“It’s shocking scenes and we’ve just been told the investigation is very active and that’s why we’re being held here, all the offices and rooms in the building are currently being searched, there’s quite an intensive security operation in place, we are being told we will not get leaving until people that are here are identified.” Source


Oh, and as regards to the SAS it appears that I was wrong when I stated earlier that they must have run up Victoria Embankment from the Met HQ to arrive 20 minutes too late for their photoshoot.


You see, it would seem that they drove to the drama.

Okay, let’s do Masood and his [hired] motor… Or at least let’s do that which we haven’t done already.

Now Masood wasn’t really there hence there is no video footage of him… Indeed he was nothing more than a created persona with the now common back-story i.e “came from a good family” then “turned to drugs” followed by “radishilisation in the nick“; giving out the message that anyone is terrorist material codswallop… That is him done then.

Course, we have already briefly looked at his made-up bird, Jane Harvey – a successful business woman, blah, blah, blah bullshit.

And as I stated, Harvey was also the ‘American Tourist’ Staci (weird spelling) Martin who had her photo taken with PC Dead Palmer less than an hour before he was murdered… Allegedly:

And indeed I would imagine that the following photo is of Staci/Jane in Brussels following the fraud attack that took place there, a year to the day prior to this Westminster bollox.

And who do the following pair of actors remind you of seen in the photo below taken in the aftermath of the fake Paris attack?

Answers on a post card to the usual.

However, since all the photos of Palmer taken at the Palace gates are faked you shouldn’t be surprised that the piss-taking monster minions would add Jane Harvey to one of those fakes… Not that the minion’s tried too hard when they were knocking up the fraud snappy-snapz:

I mean to say, they could have at least tried to get the background correct!

And I also have to say that to me, Jane Harvey also looks very much like ‘runaway mum‘, Samantha Baldwin whose photos which appeared in the press had certainly been tampered with – especially around the mouth and teeth… Why would they do that?

PHOTO: Sam Baldwin – whose top teeth and top lip have been inexplicably altered – has the usual Go-Fucking-Fund-Me page set up.

All news is faked or sexed up news I am sorry to have to tell all you doubting Thomas’.

Nevertheless, since Masood never existed other than on paper and in a few dodgy photos it is safe to say that neither did his two daughters – one of whom is supposedly a strict Muslim and as such could look like Attila the Hun for all we know, whilst the other looks like she would get her bap’s out at the drop of a hat.

Indeed she looks like any other 10 bob model and could quite easily just be a reworking of Myleen Klass.

Just sayin’.

Indeed, there can be little doubt that the Masood’s are as fake as the Witlesses who vouch for them. Mind you, I had to fucking laugh when the press stated that Ma Masood lives a frugal life in the wilderness that is Wales, and earns a few bob by selling homemade cushions and what-nots on line.

PHOTO: An example of Ma Masood’s handy work

Look at it for fucks sake! My daughter was bringing better home from second year school needle class work.

I mean imagine having that shite as your living room show-piece.

Moreover, let’s not forget the dozen or so people who were allegedly arrested at gun point on the night of the 22nd of  March following the Masood Mayhem. Yet not a single charge arose from those alleged arrests… Not one.

Now just think about that for a moment and then consider this: Armed police do not arrest someone at gunpoint for suspected terrapinism offences in the middle of the night and not carry out a thorough house search.

Therefore the half-baked idiots didn’t find so much as an Anjem Choudary pin-up poster, yet potentially upwards of a dozen people will have been traumatized by the block-heads for absolutely fuck all.

And of course, those dozen or so people – if any arrests were really carried out – will have been innocent people who have upset some self-important nonce along the way… I do know from experience what the State is like.

However, like I say I would be very cautious of these ‘arrests’ since the images of them taking place are photoshopped.

Can ya see what’s wrong with it… Apart from his funny looking ‘bang-bang’ of course?

He’s pegged to the fucking clothes line the dozey twonk!

Indeed once again it would be funny if it wasn’t so serious.

Okay, lets do the motor – A Hyundai 4×4 registration number: EX 66 RNO (allegedly)

Now I am 99.9% certain that what the production team did was have a 4×4 (most likely a Hyundai, but by no means a certainty) pull onto the pavement. Photographs were then taken from every conceivable direction and these photos formed a template for the position of the motor.

PHOTO: Probably the motor used as a template

After that some of the original photos were used with the damage to the front either photoshopped in or the lack of damage was hidden via means of having the car doors open… Or other such devious methods.

PHOTO: The damage – or lack of it – is hidden by the open door with just a tad of photoshopping added to form a false, battered bonnet.

PHOTO: Again the car door is used to hide the lack of damage although there is a lot more photoshopping going on in this photo… Not least the difference in height in relation to the car roof and the two fellas.

I  mean granted the fella nearer to the camera is stood in the road but that is only a 6 inch maximum drop from the height of the pavement.

Hyundai’s also appear to have the smallest airbags in the world.

However, another big give-a-way is the rear side window in relation to the windscreen.

Other photos have a damaged front photoshopped on to the original motor or a motor photoshopped in to place.

Total, total bollox.

Now I am not going to do all of the anomalies that crop up with the motor itself because there are far too many so here are a couple more and then I will prove to you that the motor wasn’t there except for its photoshoot.

I mean if you reversed that motor and compared it to the SAS’s BMW there isn’t much difference.

Indeed I can tell just by looking that the SAS BMW would overlay perfectly on the “Hyundai” as would the bonnet of the SAS motor in front of it (red arrowed).

And certainly the wheels look a better match!

Shall we do an overlay?

Of course we fucking shall:

Now as one of the worlds ‘good-guys’ risking everything to highlight the danger we are in, to my way of thinking and sense of fair play, that discovery alone is worthy of a quid. And if every person in the world sent me a quid I would be a multi-billionaire instead of stressing over how long I can keep a roof over my head… Just fuckin’ sayin’.

Indeed I would also suggest that the Hyundai in the photo below also plays a part in the fraud.

Do you see the arch in the bottom two comparisons? Do you see the bonnets in the top comparison photo? It is not Rocket Salad, really it isn’t.

But nevertheless, it is in fact not unfair to say that the Minions were once again taunting us by dropping actual Grey Hyundai 4×4’s into photos of the fraud.

PHOTO: Grey Hyundai 4×4 turning in to Bridge Street.

It wouldn’t be ‘that’ Hyundai 4×4 though… Would it?

Quite possibly, I mean why would it have been photoshopped into the image if not to taunt us?

See? Photoshopped… Now why would they do that?

And at a quick glance the reg reads FBI.

Furthermore, if they were not taunting us with Hyundai 4×4’s then they were taunting us with motors that looked very similar.

However, for now, look closely at the following 3 photos which were taken in the space of 8 seconds.

Did you clock the anomaly?

Well done if you did and it is a fucking good job that I am here if you didn’t.

And just for those of the latter, take a look at the following 3 screenshots which are cropped versions of the above.

And that is because the Hyundai isn’t really there.

How do I know?

Well for starters the Hyundai hit the 6th concrete rail column.

And just for you’s, I have numbered the posts 1-6.

I should also point out for the benefit of those who cannot be arsed to look for themselves that the post next to column number 1 is a gate post and different to the 6 numbered posts.

Now the inset photo is just for cross reference purposes with the blue dot relating to the white Heyfordian coach, the red dot relating to the paramedics motor with the open boot, which I should also point out was the first EMS motor to arrive and stayed where it parked up for a long time – well after all the traffic had been cleared in fact.

And the yellow dot relates to the plod hut.

Therefore we should see the Hyundai within the white circle area in the main photo – which to be fair, the Hyundai could be there or maybe it isn’t. Indeed it is hard to fucking tell… At least it is in that photo, which certainly isn’t the case with the photo below.

Much better and indeed the Hyundai would appear to be where it is supposed to be albeit it looks a little small.

That’s better.

Now look at the following photo.

No Hyundai 4×4.

I repeat: NO HYUNDAI 4X4… You have been taken for a cunt.

And just to add extra credence to those last photos, take a butchers at these:

Indeed both of those photos are taken from images that I have blown up and cropped down and then I have enhanced the best that I can. There is no doubt that what is taking place is being hidden behind smudges and fake trees and I have no doubts in my mind that these are photos of the Hyundai being maneuvered into position for the photoshoot.

Okay, now since there are no photos of Masood leaving the motor and running to the Palace – which obviously there wouldn’t be – we will go straight to the stabbing of PC Palmer its self.

And as I have already told you, this was filmed at least 3 times.

Now predictably Palmer was portrayed as the greatest police officer ever… Bar none.

And people fell for that old bollox in droves since a staggering three quarters of a million pounds was raised for his family following the drama… Not a bad golden handshake at all.

Indeed the following from the Scum Newspaper is representative of all of what the national press wrote about PC Dead Palmer. And I should point out that I have commented along the way where I felt it necessary to do so:

PC Keith Palmer was brutally stabbed to death by terror killer Khalid Masood in a frenzied attack outside the Houses of Parliament.

And straight away notice that Masood has become a “terror killer” rather than a “terrorist

The hero cop was murdered as he defended the Palace of Westminster from the sick fanatic on March 22, 2017 .

The Scum then notes that Palmer was a “hero cop” as he “defended the Palace of Westminster“… So presumably Palmer is a “hero cop” for doing the job that he was paid to do… Even though – as you will see shortly – he didn’t.

Mind you, at least the Scum hasn’t totally mugged the reader off here by declaring that Palmer died defending “us“, which many press reporters had him doing.

But who was the man who so bravely gave his life to protect the heart of British democracy? Here’s what we know.

Errr… He didn’t bravely give anything, especially not his life… But carry on for now:

PC Keith Palmer was a member of the Metropolitan Police’s Parliamentary and Diplomatic Protection command.

He had been on the force for 15 years and joined after leaving the army, having served as a member of the Royal Artillery.

And here is the fucking thing: Palmer – as you shall shortly read – was lauded as this great copper, excellent thief taker and came second to none, yet after 15 years of service he was still a POLICE CONSTABLE… The lowest rank in the police force.

PC Palmer was also described as a loving a husband and father.

He “was someone who left for work today expecting to return home at the end of his shift and he had every right to expect that would happen”, top anti-terror officer Mark Rowley said.

Now we all know that Rowley is no more than an actor but as a Police Officer surely the very nature of the job decrees that he could not have possibly expected to go home unscathed on any given day… I mean, surely only the flower-carrying plod can expect to do so.

PC Palmer was unarmed when Masood – who was wielding two large knives – came charging towards him having mowing down pedestrians in his car on Westminster Bridge.

The funeral of PC Keith Palmer will take place on Monday April 10, 2017 at Southwark Cathedral in central London.

His coffin will be taken from the Palace of Westminster, where it has lain in rest overnight, to the cathedral for the funeral, followed by a private cremation.

The Queen gave permission for PC Palmer’s body to rest in Westminster’s Chapel of St Mary Undercroft – an honour normally reserved for heads of state. Source

Now I will deal with Palmer’s funeral a bit later on but here we now see the Queer of England getting involved in the fraud – with us having already seen Prince Buggerlugs getting involved.

Course, that is hardly surprising since the whole of the [not so] royal family were in on the con.

PHOTO: Prince Little Bald Willie and the “hero” paramedics… Of whom I can not identify a single one as appearing in the drama.

PHOTO: Little Bald Willie, Kate Gold-Digger-Smiff, Maple Syrup and Harry Hewitt attend the Service of Hope (gag*) for the victims of the terror attack.

Okay, I admit that I added Maple Syrup – or whatever the fuck it is that the fiction Meghan Markle is called – to the photo but it seems the press forgot to do so on this occasion.

Either that or they couldn’t find a suitable photo of David & Victoria Beckham to photoshop.

Fuck me Maple Syrup has some big hands doesn’t she!

What’s more, if I could have been arsed to look I am sure that I would have found the exact photos… But i couldn’t… But the one I have used will suffice.

And of course all of the frauds involved in the drama were at the bash:

PHOTO: Poor old Travis but at least the cast was off his leg quicker than it was his arm.

PHOTO: Happy Cochran meets one of the paramedics who helped with the fraud… The paramedic couldn’t be arsed to change for the posh bash.

PHOTO: Three coppers who are in all probability the same fella attend the service.

And of course that service was no different from the rest of these type of services [allegedly] attended by our royal family and which inevitably always follow these shite shows.

PHOTO: Harry Hewitt lays a wreath for the ‘victims’ of the Tunisia Bollox.

Nevertheless, let’s get back to PC Dead with the following from the Guardian:

Addressing MPs in the House of Commons on Thursday morning, Theresa May called Palmer a hero and paid tribute to his service. “He was every inch a hero, and his actions will never be forgotten,” said May.

She praised the police for stopping the attacker. “We should be clear first of all that an attacker attempted to break into parliament and was shot dead within 20 yards of the gate. If his intention was to gain access to this building, we should be clear that he did not succeed. The police heroically did their job.”

Officers who had worked alongside Palmer also spoke of his dedication to his job. PC James Aitkenhead, who worked with him in the Met’s territorial support group, said: “Keith was a genuinely nice person, nobody had a bad word to say about him. When I heard what had happened I knew it would be him because that’s just the sort of guy he was, to step straight in when others might step back.”

The Labour leader, Jeremy Corbyn, also paid tribute to Palmer and to the police and security services in general, who “keep us safe every day” on the parliamentary estate.

Corbyn added: “I express my condolences to the family and friends of police officer Keith Palmer who gave his life yesterday in defence of the public and of our democracy. We especially pay tribute to the bravery of those who took action to stop the perpetrator of yesterday’s assault.

“When dangerous and violent incidents take place, we all instinctively run away from them, for our own safety. The police and emergency services run towards them. We are grateful for the public service yesterday, today and every day that they pull on their uniforms to protect us all.”

On Thursday MPs in Westminster observed a minute’s silence in commemoration of Palmer. The tribute occurred at 9.33am in honour of his shoulder number: 933. The Commons Speaker, John Bercow, later confirmed to MPs that books of condolence would be placed in the library of the house and also in Westminster Hall.

Tobias Ellwood MP, who performed CPR on Palmer and put his hands over the police officer’s wounds in an effort to save his life, was in tears as he listened to the tributes in the Commons. He did not speak himself.

Among those who paid tribute to Palmer was the Conservative MP James Cleverly, who had erved alongside him in the army. Cleverly told the Commons that Palmer was a “strong, professional public servant” and said that it had been “a delight to meet him here again”. He asked whether the prime minister would consider formally recognising Palmer’s gallantry and sacrifice with a posthumous recognition.


Cleverly also wrote on Twitter: “I’ve known Keith for 25 years. We served together in the Royal Artillery before he became a copper. A lovely man, a friend. I’m heartbroken. My thoughts are with the family, friends and colleagues of PC Keith Palmer. A brave man.”

The Met’s head of counter-terrorism, Mark Rowley, said the motivation of the attacker was assumed to be “Islamist-related” and that he had tried to enter parliament but had been stopped. Rowley said Palmer “was someone who left for work expecting to return home at the end of his shift, and he had every right to expect that would happen”.

Explaining why Palmer was unarmed, Rowley said: “Our parliamentary protection team are a combination of armed and unarmed officers doing different roles and sadly the officer who lost his life today was unarmed. He was supported by armed colleagues, who shot and killed the attacker.”

On Thursday a woman who gave her name as Nina and said she was a former colleague of Palmer’s, said he had once rescued her in a car accident.

She told LBC: “I did know him very well. He saved my life in fact. So I just wanted to ring up to let everyone know what a wonderful man he was. He actually did save my life in a car accident on duty when I was a police officer in 2007 … I owe him everything.

“He was a wonderful dad and a wonderful husband to his wife. He was fun, he was a laugh, he cared. I know everyone, when someone passes, why do they always say he was such a lovely person? But he actually really was. And he cared about what he was doing, he actually cared about his job.” Source

And according to Wikipedia:

In November 2001, Palmer joined the Metropolitan Police Service (MPS) as a police constable. From 2002 to 2009, he served in the London Borough of Bromley. He then joined the Territorial Support Group, a grouping that specialises in public order and operates across Greater London. In 2015, he was nominated as “best thief taker” at the Commissioner’s Excellence Awards in recognition of making 150 arrests in 12 months. In April 2016, he joined the MPS’s Parliamentary and Diplomatic Protection Group.

Yet he was only a PC… Strange.

Stranger still is the fact that Wikipedia only give Palmer’s birth date as being 1969.

Nevertheless, the best footage – albeit not the best quality – of Palmer’s killing comes courtesy of boxer, Frazer Clarke, who was with Ear’ole, Tony Davies’ group.

That is the group arrowed in the above… Although you will note that the Land Rover driving boss in the white shirt has not arrived yet.

And sort of begs the question: Where the fuck have they all gone when he does arrive? Count the lamp posts if you think that there is some clever camera angle going on.

Now I should tell you that I have actually seen two versions of Clarke’s video but like most anomalies, we are just meant to ignore the fact.

Nevertheless, I took screenshots of the longer version a few months back when it was first released and at the time of writing you can still find version 2 – the shorter version of the video – by clicking HERE

However, it is quite interesting that Clarke begins the introduction of his video by saying the following:

* Should read “Not Plural” as opposed to “Plural” in the middle photo

Clarke is of course as bigger liar as what Davis is, but nevertheless, the following are screenshots taken from Version 1 of his video and are all in sequence… And obviously I have had to enhance them as best as I could:

So, total bollox so far… Carry on:

And that was it for version 1 of Clarke’s old fanny.

Version 2 was pretty much the same only edited:

Now the video highlights Masood at this point meaning that all those coppers we see before including Ear’ole Palmer (and Masood???) MUST have been running away in terror… Just sayin’

Carry on:

The End.

Now nowhere in the video did I see the “two challenging policemen” as described by head Monkey Boy, Quentin Letts who was one of the first to describe the confrontation in the press… In fact Clarke’s video shows a series of events totally alien to those described by Letts and other prominent members of the press… Why would that be?

Course, that is not to say that Clarke’s video is not a load of total bollox too but you can betcha fucking life that I won’t have anywhere near £750,000 donated to me for exposing it as such.

Nevertheless, how in the name of fuck do the following screenshots correspond with those above?

Answer? It doesn’t really correspond at all.

And neither do the following two versions of the immediate aftermath of which Version 1 starts with an armed plod running through the now lowered security barrier as if it wasn’t there.

Now compare that with Version 2:

So there ya go, two different versions of events there alone.

Mind you, I did have to chuckle at the Keystone Cops… Cop a load of this – no words are needed:

WHAT A FUCKING TOSSER… And there was no need to go that route anyway.

Course, as you would expect, Palmer was given a heroes burial despite not being dead.

Thousands of police officers from across the country today lined the streets of central London to pay their respects to hero PC Keith Palmer after he ‘laid down his life for us’ during the Westminster terror attack.

In stirring scenes, more than 5,000 rank-and-file officers from every British force spread along the two-mile cortege route from the Palace of Westminster to Southwark Cathedral, where the constable’s funeral took place ahead of a private crematorium.

The 48-year-old, a loyal Charlton Athletic fan from south London, was murdered by Khalid Masood on March 22 as he stood guard outside the Palace of Westminster. Minutes earlier, the knife-wielding terrorist had mown down scores of innocent pedestrians on Westminster Bridge in an 82-second rampage.

Paying tribute to the officer during today’s full force service, the Reverend Prebendary Jonathan Osborne, Met’s senior chaplain, said PC Palmer had ‘laid down his life for each one of us’ when he intercepted Masood.

Met commissioner Cressida Dick – the first female head of Scotland Yard who took the helm today – then read the WH Auden poem Funeral Blues, which starts with the line ‘Stop the Clocks’. After the poem was read, Rev Osborne added: ‘Keith died doing his duty, and it was as if in those moments the clock stopped.’ Source

So quite obviously we have 5,000 plod too many just in London alone… I mean we must have if the MET can give that many time off to attend  the ‘funeral’.

Mind you, I imagine that some of those present were on duty… Y’know, to hold the crowds back and what have you.

Oh, perhaps not then!

Course, the press managed to find some public mourners actors to shed a tear or two.

And would you Adam & Eve it, she just so happens to have a “Help 4 Earoles” hat on… Although if there was any honour amongst our government members, they would see to it that all the help our ‘heroes’ needed was provided by them… Not charity… Although of course, H4E is more of a cash cow than charity.

Yet the fake funeral must have cost the taxpayer millions of Pounds.

And since the number of coppers there was faked, which is easily provable by the number of duplicate plod present in the press photos, you just know that the piss taking top knobs had a bonanza pay day… Again.

It’s like playing fucking snap.

And that is just about it despite me still having a mountain of further evidence to show you… But with the drama unfolding as I wrote this, I think that it is ‘bitty’ enough without making it even more so.

Therefore that further evidence will have to wait for now, i’m sorry to tell you.

And with that being the case, I will leave you with this reminder:

Only you can make these evil creatures stop… If ya don’t, then things are only going to get much, much worse.

Christopher Spivey 01/09/2017.

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A Right Royal Crime by Christopher D Spivey

A Right Royal Crime

The actress who mainly plays the made up persona Meghan Markle is officially listed as being 1.71m tall (5ft 6ins).

The actor who mainly plays Prince Henry of Wales, AKA Prince Harry is officially listed as being 1.86m tall (6ft 1ins).

Therefore, the story that dominates the press today (23/3/18) about the couples visit to Belfast is either fake news or Meghan Markle is being played by one of the other actresses who plays the role.

No if’s, no but’s – that is pure fact. In fact I think Henry is even addressing the anomaly in the photo on your far right.

You see, Meghan – whom I prove does not really exist in an article found HERE – is wearing 6inch stiletto heels. Therefore, in the photos of the Belfast Jaunt she should be an inch shorter than Ginger-Pubes shouldn’t she?

So why the fuck isn’t she?

Indeed given the position of her left foot and that of her right foot in the photo above Renault Meghan must be staggering like a drunk.

Yet that does not explain away the anomaly does it?

However, I am not just talking about one photo here although one photo on it’s own is enough to raise serious questions in my opinion.

Nevertheless, what follows is an assortment of photos taken of that Belfast junket:

Have her shoes got them lights on that some kiddies welly’s and trainers have? You know; the kind that flash on and off as they walk?

That last photo is clearly photoshopped as the crowd are meant to be behind a row of safety barriers set in a straight line.

Check out the dodgy leg in that last photo!

Mind you, I question whether or not Henry of Ginger-Pubes is even 6ft 1ins tall since his *aherm, aherm, brother is listed as being 6ft 3ins tall – which would make the above photos all the more bizarre:

That looks quite a large 2 inches to me. However, that 2 inch difference looks even worse in the following photo:

Yet The Duck is listed as being 6ft tall and the Queer 5ft 4ins at the very best:

So fuck knows how that works… Unless the photo is photo-shopped of course.

Now I know that the kiddie-fiddlin’ paedo-trolls like to have it all ways but the fact remains that if Renault Meghan is 5ft 6ins tall, adding 6 inch heels to her height makes her 6 foot – one inch shorter than Ginger-Pubes. And as such that cannot be Mental Markle in those photos which I have shown you above although they are also photoshopped.

But why are they if there is nothing to hide?

Indeed it is highly unlikely that the trip even took place although the tax-payer will be billed for it and the money – one £million plus I shouldn’t wonder – will certainly go in someones pocket.

Course, the [not so] royal family have been doing this shit for years. Indeed it wasn’t until the late 1950’s that someone was brought in to play Princess Margaret. Up until that point – maybe even later – she was still being played by the fraud on the throne.

Same person, same pose, same horse, with a slight bit of alteration having taken place.

Look at the eyes, the nose and the mouth in this photo. They are exactly the same. What they have done is changed the shape of ‘Margarets’ eyebrows and added some shadow to her eyelids. They have then altered Elizabeth’s hair and made a slight change to the neck of the dress.

Debunk that!

Yet if Margaret was a real person what possible need would there be to use photos of ‘her sister’ to portray her.

And are you going to try and tell me that the Queen of England – guilty of High Treason – didn’t know that her photos were being used as Princess Margaret?

Or that they are at the very, very least being Satanically manipulated to look exactly like her ‘husbands’?


And when you compare the above photo of the Queer to the one she appeared in earlier with Slaggy Maggie you get the following:

And of course the Queer/Princess Slaggy-Maggie played the part of Ann Frank:

You didn’t think that Ann Frank was a real person did you? Although it was a good work of fiction that has helped generate literally millions of pounds… Something which the Windsor actors are all too happy to keep the band-wagon rolling.

Hence we see Princess Ann of Horse-Face’s daughter-in-law, Autumn Phillips also doubling up now and then as Gorilla Parker Horse-Face’s daughter-in-law, Sarah Buys – note the different surname:

Can you tell which one is which?

Or are they just another two who “vaguely resemble each other“? Fucking paedo-trolls… No offence intended to the clowns who are not paedo-trolls of course.

And they have also been known to play Queen Maxima of Hollandish – Phillips/Buys obviously… Not the paedo-trolls… Or the Clowns:

Moreover, in order to create further joinder Princess Ann has had a long on & off love affair with the Charlie loving, Tom Parker Horse-Face’s old-man, Andrew Parker Horse-Face… Which allegedly continued/continues, whilst she has been married to Tim Nice-But-Dim.

This calls for a photo-story:

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Rugby player Mike Tindall had been punching above his weight by knobbin’ Princess Ann’s daughter, Citroen Zara Picasso:

The End.

Course, Tindall is posher than he makes out – his father was a banker don’t cha know. He is also content to go along with the widespread, inexplicable photoshopping of himself and his in-laws. Indeed I half suspect that Mia Tindall is also Prince George of Trogladite:

Now obviously I am not stating that as a fact, but it would certainly tie in with their obscene trans-gender agenda and they do like to try and mug us off. Certainly Kate Golddigger-Smiff is not pregnant again and highly unlikely that she ever has been, wandering around in her skinny jeans and high heels at 9 months pregnant… Yeah course she is with child… Not!

In fact either Golddigger-Smiff rolled off the production line at the clone factory or she is the French cyclist, Pauline Ferrand-Prévot:

However, there is always more than one actor playing the part – Princess Diana being an excellent example:

And I also find the likeness between Golddigger-Smiff and Princess Mary of Denmark to be a tad too coincidental:

Just sayin’ – not statin’.

Mind you, that thirty billion to one statistic of us having a doppelganger in the world doesn’t apply to the top-knobs. I mean some might say that after being married for a long time a husband and wife grow to look like each other, but I have never heard that said about a boss and his employee’s.

Yet Sir Christopher Geidt is the double of Prince Big Ears of Buggerlugs:

Although technically Sir Chris worked for the Queer… And Big Ears was responsible for getting him sacked according to the Daily Chimp:

Although I am not quite sure how that works. Nevertheless, that story was from September 2017 but the worthless-useless-twat-monkeys felt the need to bring the story up again on the 7th of this month:

I wonder what he won all those medals for?

And last week (24/3/18) the Baboon’s felt the need to mention the shite again for some reason. See HERE

Well, actually I do know the reason. It is because the Chimp has recently been running [an authorised] Anti-Charlie campaign… Probably with a view to get a measure of how popular the dick-head is.

But as I say, the Chimps are the champions of flinging shit… And I am not the only one to notice – see HERE

However, just to prove my point; do you remember the old bollox the shit-rag published in 2016 about Golddigger-Smiff “recycling” the boots that she first wore in 2005, for a Canadian junket?

She never gets n’fucking older does she!

Nevertheless, its rather strange – in my opinion – that the Monkey-Kuntz never picked up on our old banger friend, Autumn Phillips dressing the same:

But then again I am a better journalist than that shower of shit can ever hope to be… Not ego, just a fact.

And finally, since we are talking about Smiff never getting any older, have you noticed that the Queer doesn’t either?

Mind you, I would imagine that the reason for that is because she has been dead for this long time… They just haven’t announced it yet:

Ninety Three next month? Do me a fucking favour!

Course, if the press photographs were to be believed then Sweaty Betty only owns two pair of shoes – both pairs of which can be seen in the above.

And I also have to say that the press photographs are very samey:

However, once again I am only speculating, but the longer that she remains Queen – even if she is a corpse – then the longer the Millions of Pounds continue to flood into someone’s pockets and the less number of years Charles – popular as Gonorrhea – gets to be king.

Just sayin’

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Ant & Shit by Christopher D Spivey

Ant & Shit

Now as it happens, Ant & Dec had not escaped my attention long before this totally made-up story about Anthony ‘Ant’ McPartlin having a car crash while over the drink-drive limit appeared.

Indeed, it is however fair to say that the fall of McPartlin has followed the usual tried and tested route that the Monster-Minions always use i.e create a load of negative headlines about the intended target a year or so before the the big one just to prime the public so as when it comes there is no real surprise.

And in McPartlin’s case those pre-headlines started in June 2017 when it was revealed that he was addicted to prescription drugs (yawn) and his marriage to his wife Lisa Armstrong (note the different surname despite Lisa being known for fuck-all) was falling apart (bigger yawn).

Course, with Ant being a “national treasure” the reason for the marriage breakdown & drug addiction could not be blamed on him being a complete cunt and as such the reason for McPartlin’s downfall was passed off as being caused by him suffering crippling leg pain:

He was rumoured to be battling marriage woes with his ‘upset’ wife of 11 years, Lisa Armstrong.

And Ant McPartlin, 41, suggested their relationship might be in trouble as he stepped out without his wedding ring in London on Saturday. 

The much-loved presenter, who checked into rehab for alcohol and painkiller addiction earlier this year, looked downcast while walking the couple’s dog Hurley.

Ant also wore a leg brace strapped to his knee – left behind after an operation on his knee went wrong in 2014, leaving him in ‘intense pain’.

His outing comes after his marriage to make-up artist Lisa was rocked by claims of trouble.

According to the Daily Star, Lisa is ‘upset’ with Ant, who previously admitted he had put his wife ‘through hell with mood swings and depression‘ during his battle, and that the pair are spending increasing amounts of time apart.  

A source told the newspaper: ‘She’s had a rough year. And she’s made it clear it’s because of Ant. Source

PHOTO Ant McPartlin in a leg brace

I should also point out that it was the Chimp-Kuntz who circled his hand. And not to show that he was a good boy by carrying a poo-bag to pick up his dog’s shit with.

In fact the reason that the would-be journalists circled his hand is to show that Ant wasn’t wearing a wedding ring… TA-DA, proof if it was ever needed that the McPartlin ‘marriage’ was in trouble and a tactic that the Monkey-Kuntz use on a seemingly daily basis to prove that some knob-ed celeb or other’s marriage is in crisis.

However, June 2017 is the earliest mention that I can of this leg operation that went horribly wrong and which was supposedly carried out sometime in 2014… No surprise there then.

Nevertheless, the lying cunts at the Chimp still managed to produce just short of FOUR HUNDRED articles between June and December 2017 detailing Ant’s drug addiction and marriage breakdown… FOUR HUNDRED!

Moreover, June 2017 was also the same month that the shit-rag began releasing an upsurge in articles about Scarlet Moffatt – the bird that the fibbing toads are now trying to insinuate that McPartlin is having a fling with and is the real cause behind the breakup of his marriage:

Scarlett Moffatt continued to distance herself from Ant McPartlin behind the scenes of Saturday Night Takeaway last night.

The former Gogglebox star, 28, is believed to have been shocked when she was falsely fingered in Ant McPartlin’s 11-year marriage breakdown to Lisa Armstrong. Source

Not that June 2017 was the first time that the Monkey-Kuntz had tried to create joinder between the non-entity Moffatt and McPartlin.

You see, in March 2017 the copy-writers released the following earth-shittering article:

Now you have to ask yourself why the shit-rag failed to mention throughout that bollox article, McPartlin’s dodgy knee or even the operation let alone put that forward as a possible reason as to why the presenter tripped.

You also have to ask yourself why the non-news article dedicated most of the cringe inducing content to Little Miss Moffatt who is apparently famous for reviewing tv programs on the shite, sleeping-inducing series; “Gogglebox“.

Well apart from the payoff the snooze-paper received for plugging the shite-dress that she was wearing:

Nevertheless, a month later in April – two months before the cunts started pushing Moffatt in earnest and doing the same with McPartlins, addiction and marriage woes – the Chimp ran an article that had Ant & Dec talking about how they were both having trouble getting their wives pregnant:

In a glittering career spanning more than two decades, they have shared countless life-changing experiences together.

And now Ant and Dec are looking ahead to fatherhood as the duo spoke of their hopes for a ‘little’ Ant or Dec.

The pair are preparing to broadcast their TV show Saturday Night Takeaway live from Walt Disney World, Florida tonight. 

With Ant nodding in the background, Dec said: ‘Kids are absolutely one of the things on the cards for us.’ 

In 2013 Ant candidly spoke about his struggle to conceive with wife Lisa, who he has been married to since 2006. 

The popular television presenter, told the Radio Times: ‘Lisa and I would love to have kids. We’re trying. It’s tougher than you think when you get a bit older.’

The pair got together in 2004 when Lisa, now chief make-up artist on Strictly Come Dancing, was in band Deuce and PJ and Duncan were in the charts.

Dec is happily married to the pair’s manager Ali Astall who he began dating in 2013. 

The former Byker Grove stars, who have won Most Popular Entertainment presenters at the National Television Awards 17 times, are said to have amassed a £60m fortune each. SOURCE

Now I find this article extremely strange for many reasons, not least because there is not so much as a hint of McPartlin’s drug addiction, in fact ALL of the accompanying photos show him looking fit and well (see below).

PHOTO: Ant McPartlin & Dec Donnelly

PHOTO: Ant, his wife, Lisa Armstrong, Declan Donnelly’s wife Ali Astall (note the different surname) and Dec. 

Certainly there is no sign of what was to come just two months later:

Ant McPartlin was spotted wincing in pain as he struggled on crutches just days before revealing a botched knee operation left him hooked on prescription pills and booze.

The TV favourite, 41, has embarked on a strict two-month stint in rehab to battle his demons after surgery on his knee two years ago left him in agony.

Just days before he announced the bombshell news to his family and friends, the presenter – one half of beloved duo Ant & Dec alongside Declan Donnelly – was seen struggling to walk. Source

How very fucking strange!

Secondly, I find it extremely strange that McPartlin is talking about looking forward to fatherhood when just two months later his 13 year relationship to Lisa Armstrong is on the rocks. Indeed, I find it inconceivable that a multi-millionaire is talking about being desperate for children and the trouble that him and his wife are having conceiving as a whole.

I mean surely a multi-millionaire like McPartlin would have been down the IVF route and every other route available in the 13 years that him and Lisa had been together and certainly know beyond doubt if they were not able to have children?

Course, looking at the photo above of Lisa Armstrong and the photo below supposedly taken 2 or 3 months later, you can see why McPartlin was pissed off with her.

Indeed she looks like a bag-lady… Without the shit-bags.

She also likes them there boots.

And of course the same queries apply to Dec and his ‘wife’ even though they have only been together 4 years. I mean apart from the fact that they look totally mismatched, she is clearly no spring chicken and as such you would have thought that they too would have by now exhausted every option available for having kids.

Mind you, Dec’s wife changes appearance like the wind.

Thirdly, the other thing that bothers me about the article is the last line: The former Byker Grove stars, who have won Most Popular Entertainment presenters at the National Television Awards 17 times, are said to have amassed a £60m fortune each.

A £60m fortune each“?

Now there is proof if it was ever needed that the hacks writing this made-up old bollox take absolutely no notice of their own bullshit… I mean did no one ever tell them that to be a good liar you need to have a good memory?

You see, in February of this year the lying-fucks started reporting that CHILDLESS Lisa was seeking a £155 million pound divorce settlement:

Which is a bit hard to understand if a person is only worth £60 million!

As is the reason for the [obviously] photoshopped snappy-snap the Monkey-Kuntz used to accompany the sharticle:

Yet the purveyors of bullshit refused to let the lie drop:


Yet even that £60 million figure looks shaky since the shit-rag also published the following in June of last year:

ITV golden boys Anthony McPartlin and Declan Donnelly reportedly made £79,000 per day between them over the past 12 months.

According to figures from Companies House, the TV presenting duo – who are both 41 and both have OBEs – earned a total of £29.5million over the course of the past year.

Their fortune comes from their joint ownership of Hurley Promotions and Mitre Productions, as well as their two individually owned media companies Deecourt and Teecourt.

Each has £2.1 million less cash over the year to June 30, 2016. Fortunately, both sets of investments have increased by almost identical amounts of around £3.3 million.

In the previous year, Ant and Dec jointly earned more than £7.1 million — or £19,500 a day.

When the pair started out as child stars on TV show Byker Grove, the Geordie actors felt fortunate to earn £100 a day — so, not wanting to appear ‘flashy’, they spent years before deciding to enjoy their money.

Despite taxing times, Ant and Dec are still laughing all the way to the bank, after signing a £30 million, three-year deal with ITV last November.

They also recently split a windfall from shutting down a jointly owned company, Rocky Promotions, and made up to £15 million in 2015 by selling the rights to Saturday Night Takeaway to the U.S. Source

Yet the thick fucks failed to notice their own hypocrisy.

Especially since the cunts had quietly revised that figure two weeks ago in an article praising Ant for how fit and well he looked:

He is said to be going through a £62m divorce from wife Lisa after 11 years of marriage.

And Ant McPartlin looked back to his best as he attended the Prince’s Trust Awards with his best pal and presenting partner Declan Donnelly on Tuesday afternoon.

The ITV presenter was mobbed by fans as he left the star-studded event, hosted by Prince Charles at the London Palladium to celebrate the achievements of young people supported by the Trust. Source

Not a crutch in sight!

Indeed the shit-cunts followed that article up four days later with another heaping praise on the knob-ed celeb:

He has returned to TV in a blaze of glory with Saturday Night Takeaway dominating the weekend screens. 

And true to the name, Ant McPartlin was spotted clutching his very own takeaway as he headed off to work in London on Thursday. 

The ITV presenter, 42, appeared ready to delve into his tasty lunch as he clutched onto a fork while making his way to an awaiting taxi. Source

Again, not a crutch in sight!

And unable to stop themselves the pathetic tosspots released another article on the 14th which had nonce-protecting slapper, Amanda Holden gushing about how well ‘hero’ McPartlin had done following his ‘orrible anus’:

2017 was a trying year for Ant McPartlin, having to take time out of the spotlight to enter rehab for an addiction to painkillers following knee surgery and ultimately deciding his marriage to make-up artist wife Lisa Armstrong was over.

But the 42-year-old presenter is now back to work [currently shooting Saturday Night Takeaway and Britain’s Got Talent] and his BGT colleague Amanda Holden has credited his sense of humour for getting him through his recent personal struggles.

The 47-year-old actress told ‘You know he’s come back and it’s absolutely fine, it feels like nothing happened and that’s rare and it’s because of his tenacity and his sense of humour about it all. Source


Nevertheless, let’s deal with the ‘crash’ that never was, although early reports which had McPartlin losing control of his mini on a roundabout have now disappeared from the Chimp archive… How very convenient.

Therefore I am going to use the earliest article that I can find to which I am going to add comments, photos and screenshots to as we go along:

TV star Ant McPartlin has been arrested on suspicion of drink-driving after his vehicle smashed into two cars on Sunday afternoon.

A three-year-old girl was taken to hospital after the I’m A Celebrity presenter lost control of his Mini at around 4pm today in Richmond, South West London.

Now MUCH was made about this three year old girl being injured who in some reports is four year old and others she is five. Nevertheless, unless her parents were driving illegally then she would have been strapped into a child seat and looking at the damage to the car that she was in it would have been impossible for her to have been hurt:

Now this car did not sustain that type of damage by being hit head on. Indeed given the cars position in the road immediately after the accident the damage can only have come about by being hit by a car travelling adjacent to it… A sort of scraping alongside if you like:

It is therefore kinda hard to work out how the tyre got shredded and the wheel became buckled.

Moreover, why the fuck is the motor covered in snow when the pavement and road are so dry?

And here we have another view that clearly shows scraping on the wheel – how the fuck can that be – although clearly the low profile tyre is not burst and there is clearly far greater damage to the front of the motor.

Now don’t laugh because then there are the following photos:

Which clearly show the tyre as being shredded! Although it is a different wheel!

And like I say, it would have been impossible for the mini to have been hit head on by McPartlin because of the position that we see it in, in photos taken before McPartlin had even got out of his ca.

Furthermore, given the wheel damage, it cannot have been moved as it would have been undrivable:

Probably best not to try and figure it out!

But we are definitely being lied to. Moreover, the suggestion that McPartlin lost control on the roundabout – given the accident location – is preposterous:

The article then continues:

The 42-year-old failed a roadside breathalyser test and was arrested by police, where he remains in custody.

Now since the accident happened at 4 pm in the afternoon when McPartlin was returning home with his mother and two dogs in the car having just taken them for a walk, it is hard to understand how he failed a breathalyser test.

After all, had he been drinking earlier, would his mother have allowed him to drive? Is she as irresponsible as her son is? I have certainly not read any condemnation of his mother, that is for sure.

The troubled television personality allegedly crashed his black Mini after losing control of his vehicle on a roundabout, which veered into the opposite side of the road and collided with a green Mini, which had a young girl and couple inside.

And as you can see from the map above, there is quite a distance between the roundabout and the crash site. Yet realistically, to lose control of the motor on the roundabout he would have to have come out of Mortlake High Street at speed which makes no sense as obviously you have to give way to the right at roundabouts and as such to lose control of the motor he can not have been giving way to fuck all:

PHOTO: The view from Mortlake High Street as you approach the roundabout. The red arrow denotes where the accident took place 

Therefore, it is really just old bollox that McPartlin lost control on the roundabout.

The article continues:

Ant’s Mini then spun around and hit a maroon BMW before eventually coming to a halt on the opposite side of the road. 


Okay, let’s have a look.

Well it certainly looks like there was a collision with a maroon BMW.

Yet when we investigate further you have to ask HOW?

I mean for a starters the wheel is missing from McPartlin’s mini.

And that wheel is right down the other end of the road:

Furthermore, it would appear that the lorry in the photo above only came to pick the wheel up:

I mean the Mini is still there.

But all the same, you now you have to ask yourself not only how McPartlin managed to lose a wheel since his car only gave the green mini a glancing blow, but also how he managed to carry on driving the car up to where it hit the BMW?

Doesn’t make sense does it?

And why have they wrapped his mini up so quickly?

I mean there doesn’t appear to be a lot of damage to the BMW and the BMW certainly didn’t do that damage to Ant’s mini. Yet why is there still snow on it?

After all, he had used the car to drive to take the dogs for a walk with his mother, because we are told he was on the way back home. Yet if he had hit anything with the force to knock his wheel off there certainly would not have been any snow left on the roof.

Indeed, I would maintain that McPartlin did not hit the BMW at all:

You see, here is a screenshot taken from a video allegedly filmed immediately after the accident. In fact McPartlin is not even out of the car, yet there is no steam coming off the engine or fuck all.

Yet as McPartlin clambers out of the car the camera pans to the right:

And here we see there is no one in the BMW. Yet what is the first thing that you do when you have an accident? You get out and inspect the damage:

Which quite clearly no one is doing.

Certainly that is not the BMW driver because he walks off. Also clock the giant.

Indeed I am surprised that McPartlin’s door even opened… And was Mummy sat in the back?

Not according to the Chimp she wasn’t:

‘Airbags deployed in the black Mini and a lady came out of the passenger seat. No one came out of the driver seat initiallySource

But there ya go.

There doesn’t appear to be any damage to the BMW, although the rear wheel of the Mini looks odd.

And here we see someone getting in the BMW who clearly isn’t around in the other photos. Perhaps he or she nipped off for a cup of tea instead of inspecting the damage!

However, given the close proximity of the BMW to Ant’s mini in the photo above, what the old bill must have done in their hurry to get his wrecked motor covered up is moved the BMW back and pulled the front of his Mini towards the center of the road:

Indeed that is the only explanation that I can come up with given the photos above and below:

I mean there it is above, uncovered and straight to the kerb.

As it is in this one straight after the crash happened.

Very fucking strange.

I can only presume that they then pulled the BMW forward again.

It’s beyond me that is for sure.

However, what I want to know is why they don’t make all car registration plates out of the same tough material that they make Mini registration plates out of?

The old bollox continues:

His mother Christine was in the car at the time and the pair are thought to have been heading home after walking the dogs.

The collision comes after a tumultuous few months for the I’m A Celeb star, who booked himself into a rehab clinic last year after becoming hooked on painkillers and is now divorcing his wife Lisa Armstrong.

The divorce from his wife of 11 years is believed to be costing the star around £30 million (AUD$54m) of his estimated £60 million (AUD$108m) fortune. 

That £155 million pound divorce is getting cheaper.

Just hours before the collision, Ant had been hosting his ITV show ‘Ant & Dec’s Saturday Night Takeaway’ with co-host Declan Donnelly.

A witness said Ant was ‘argumentative’ with a female police officer as she arrested him on suspicion of drink driving.

Jake Spencer said he rowed with officers as they tried to put in the police car following the incident.

‘Ant looked in a right state and was acting argumentatively toward a policewoman,’ he told The Sun. ‘I couldn’t believe it when I saw who it was.

‘The woman was trying to arrest him and get him in the police car but he clearly wasn’t having it. ‘

How very fucking strange it is that no one thought to take photos of Ant being argumentative when he was arrested… Although there is a film of him being arrested which is obviously filmed in Technashite.

There doesn’t appear to be any arguing going on.

They then walk off towards a police car:

Leaving Mum on her own who doesn’t even watch them walk off.

The camera then swings round and we see Ant getting into the police car – least it is meant to be Ant. No arguing, and the paramedics in the background don’t even bother to have a butchers at the knob-ed celeb being taken away… Not even the giant one.

There are also two fellas in plain clothes for some reason.

The photos are better quality though.

Yet they don’t show any arguing either.

And you have to ask yourself where the fuck everybody went?


The old shite then continues:

Motorcyclist Nicholas McNicol told The Sun: ‘I came on the scene moments after it happened and he was being escorted to the police car to be put in the back.

But then again Motorcyclist Nicholas McNicol is a stinking lying cock-sucker… Unless the plod got there at the speed of sound:

‘Everyone was in a state of shock at who it was.

Errrr I don’t think so sunshine. Fuck me the paramedics didn’t even watch him loaded into the pig-wagon:

‘I was driving past very slowly and Ant looked straight at me and I thought he looked tired. I was only about 3ft from him.

‘His eyes looked very heavy and he had a solemn face — it looked like his world had just ended.

‘He was the only one being put in a police car. One of the Minis had obviously come straight across the road because it was facing the wrong way.’ 

Do motorcyclist drive then? I thought they rode… Lying cunt.

Other witnesses described hearing a ‘huge bang’ which they mistook for a train crash.


Dog give me strength!

One said: ‘As soon as I opened my front door I heard the horn of a car blaring non-stop and ran towards the sound.

Check the map for houses, although that sentence makes little sense.

‘Near a bend in the road there were two badly damaged Minis which looked as though they’d collided and a BMW X5 — and people wandering around in shock.

‘A family had been in the green Mini which had its front end completely smashed in.’


The witness added that a little girl was crying and that her mother was trying to calm her down. They described Ant as looking ‘awful’ and ‘unsteady on his feet’ following the collision, which had left his Mini in a ‘wreck’.  

Scotland Yard spokesman said: ‘Police in Richmond were called to Lower Richmond Road, SW14 at 15:59hrs on Sunday, 18 March following reports of a road traffic collision involving three vehicles.

‘Officers, London Ambulance Service and London Fire Brigade attended.

‘A number of individuals were treated at the scene for minor injuries only. A child passenger from one of the cars has been taken to hospital for a check up as a precaution.

‘A 42-year-old man was arrested at the scene on suspicion of drink-driving after failing a roadside breathalyser test.

‘He has been taken to a south London police station for questioning. Enquiries continue. Roads are expected to reopen shortly.’ 

A Metropolitan Police spokeswoman said the suspect arrested earlier was still in police custody at the time of calling at 10.50pm. Source

That is an awfully long time to be in custody for being over the limit. Nevertheless, lets investigate those alleged injuries.

Now the old fanny says: A child passenger from one of the cars has been taken to hospital for a check up as a precaution.

And indeed the report makes it sound as if that has been reported as fact by either the plod or the ambulance service, yet the little girl of varying age didn’t go to hospital by ambulance and as such could not possibly have been hurt.

Indeed that fact comes directly from the horses mouth, namely the father of the child:

Asked if he had been contacted by McPartlin, he replied: ‘I cannot talk about that.’ An ambulance was called to the scene of the crash on the Lower Richmond Road in south west London but was not used to transport any patient to hospital. 

Amaira was taken to West Middlesex Hospital in Isleworth by her parents for a check up and was not kept in overnight for any treatment. Faheem said: ‘She is fine. We are all okay.’ Source

And that fact makes you wonder why:
  • The press made such a song and dance about the girl being taken to hospital.
  • She must have been checked by the paramedics who MUST have deemed her not in need of medical treatment
  • The father then wasted doctors and nurses time by taking her to hospital himself.

In fact Daddy Dearest is directly quoted in the same article as saying:

Faheem said he had been asked not to talk directly about the accident by police.

But he added: ‘I cannot talk about certain things, but the main thing is that we are all safe. My daughter and wife are okay and were not injured.’

Course that doesn’t tally with what the lying slag Amy Cassie told the Chimp:

Amy Cassie, 23, who helped McPartlin’s mother get out of the car, told the Daily Mirror: ‘Ant seemed furious after crashing the car and was shouting at his mum who was also in the car. She was trying to get him to calm down.

‘The couple in the green Mini were really shaken up and their child, who was a girl, could only have been about three years old.

‘Ant and his mum didn’t seem to have any injuries, but the mum in the green car had split her lip and the side of her face was very red.’ Source

So why the fuck would Amy say that Faheem’s wife Shilpa was hurt when Faheem stated that she wasn’t?

So I looked around and I found the following photo:

Now surely that would have warranted a hospital visit if for no other reason than to cover the Paramedics should she have had a bleed on the brain or something – although she mustn’t have been wearing a seat belt.

I therefore call bullshit on the whole incident and you have to question McPartlin’s integrity for going along with the fraud… But then again, Wayne Looney did the same… Wankers.

And on a personal note, I like McPartlin am carless. After initially thinking that my water-pump had gone it turns out that the engine block had cracked and as such I have had to scrap the fucking thing.

However, unlike McPartlin I cannot afford another car and do not have anyone to chauffeur me about. I do however need a car. Neither is there any money in the kitty to pay next months site fees… It never rains but it pours.

I would therefore ask you to please donate generously. Thank you in advance.

Elvis Aron Presley – Intelligence Project by Christopher D Spivey & Miles Mathis.

Elvis Aron Presley – Intelligence Project

I watched a BBC program last night about a team of builders remodeling the home of alleged Metropolitan Policeman, Kris Aves, who is now supposedly wheelchair bound after being hit whilst crossing the Westminster Bridge by the vehicle allegedly driven by the terrapin, Mad McMad Masood.

All very good for government propaganda but buttock clenching to watch for those aware that NO TERRAPIN ATTACK took place on the Westmonster Bridge.

Indeed it is simple to prove that if you buy into the official version of events then you are a mug-cunt. You see, the wholly corrupt Metropolitan Police Service claim that Mad McMad Masood drove over the Westminster Bridge at speeds up to 76 MPH taking 30 seconds to do so… That is not conspiracy or newspaper talk. That is solid fact as told by the MET.

Moreover, the MET (not the national press or conspiracy theorists) state as FACT that the whole incident from run-up to Westminster Bridge to Masood being shot dead inside the gates of Westminster Palace took just 82 seconds.

Yet not even the far-fetched Sun Newspaper (hence forth referred to as the Scum) was wearing the Metroplod’s claim that Terrapin, Khalid Masood was travelling across the bridge at anywhere up to 76 MPH, and instead attributed his speed to being 50 MPH on average.

Nevertheless, the Scum have still stuck by the Metroplod’s official timeline of 82 seconds – start to finish – allocating 30 seconds of those to the bridge crossing.

Likewise, the Spy owned Telegraph Newspaper amended the Metroplod’s 76 MPH to an average 40 MPH, whilst also allowing a 30 second bridge crossing, yet they too still stuck to the 82 second overall time of the “attack“:

It was just after 2.40pm that Ajao, in the grey Hyundai Tucson 4×4, appeared on the eastern approach to the bridge, two large kitchen knives by his side. He mounted the pavement, reaching more than 40mph, and would take 30 seconds to cross the 250-yard span of the bridge. Source

Mind you, the Shit-Rag is actually also wrong about the bridge span being “250 yards” long (228.6 Meters), since it is actually 252 Meters long – albeit Wikipedia has the length down at 250 Meters.

So – in order to be fair for the point that I am going to make which will prove the attack to be fraud – we will take Wiki’s 250 Meter guess as our benchmark, thus only making the Telegraph 70 ft out in their estimation.

Mind you, I must point out first that with the Met having Masood (named after the EastEnder’s postman so as the brain-drained public will remember him) doing 76 MPH across the bridge, the Scum having him doing 50 MPH and the Telegraph having him zooming at 40 MPH, I am not altogether sure how all three still managed to come up with an overall 82 second timeline, but there ya go.

Nevertheless, for Masood to have cleared the crowded bridge in 30 seconds – knocking over at least 50 Serfs Smurfs in the process, if ya buy into the official bollox – all 3 Bastions of the Truth must be miles (per-hour) out in their calculations… see what I did there?

Course, this would be a deliberate mistake on their part because to travel 820 feet (250 M) in 30 seconds, Mad Masood would have been roughly averaging a super-scary speed of 18 MPH.

Indeed, I arrived at that 18 MPH figure based on [the approximate] converting of MPH to FPS (feet per second), which is calculated by dividing the MPH by 2 and then multiplying by 3 Source.

Therefore 18 (MPH) ÷ 2 = 9, then multiplied by 3 = 27 (FPS). So, just to clarify for the thick-fucks: Someone travelling at 18 MPH will cover a distance of 27 feet every second.

And since – we are told –  it took Mad-Max 30 seconds to cross the bridge, we times 30 by the 27 (FPS) which gives us 810 feet (the bridge is 820 feet long according to Wikipedia and 827 feet long according to other sources), whereas 19 MPH would take the distance traveled over 30 seconds to 855 feet:

The new [Westminster] bridge that is still there today is 827 feet long, and built of iron. It has withstood everything the city has been able to throw at it, and shows few signs of aging. Source

Course, as I pointed out earlier getting hit by a two tonne motor at 76 MPH is certain fucking death, whereas on the other hand, getting hit at 18 MPH by a two tonne motor is going to give you a nasty bruise.

It is most certainly not going to put fraud copper Kris Aves in a wheelchair.

Fuck me, it’s no wonder that the Westminster Bridge is also known as the Bridge of Fools:

The new bridge at Westminster wasn’t funded in the typical way (with private enterprise and tolls); instead, money was raised via a then-fashionable ‘lottery’.

Lotteries at the time were subject to abuse and fraud: some even saw them as being immoral, and a threat to society.

This lottery funding led Henry Fielding to dub the new crossing ‘The Bridge of Fools’. The name stuck as the bridge’s construction dragged on much longer than planned.

Now all that is documented in my exposé of the fraud: A Bridge Too Far Part 1

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Part 3 – the final installment of A Bridge Too Far – will be released as an Ebook and on here in the next 2 to 3 weeks.

And in Part 3 I will leave you all in no doubt whatsoever that the fraud Plod, Kris Aves was not hurt at all – as was nobody else for that matter.

However, that cringe-worthy BBC program was interesting by the fact that Aves was now being touted as crossing the bridge with a single ‘colleague’ rather than the two reported ‘colleagues’ he was reported to be with at the time… Very strange.

Nevertheless, I will say no more on the matter except you will have to wait for Part 3 for the irrefutable evidence of the fact.

Okay, what follows now is an exposé of the life & times of Elvis Presley, brilliantly written by Miles Mathis.

The reason that I have published this long but compelling article is because it loosely ties in with what I wrote about Elvis when I unmasked the created persona of Mental Meghan Markle 

Again, just sayin’.

Elvis Aron Presley – Intelligence Project

by Miles Mathis

First published December 15, 2015

As usual, this is all just my opinion, arrived at by my own personal research. I don’t expect this paper to be very popular. After all, most people like Elvis—at least early Elvis. To take some of the sting out of it, let me say I like Elvis, too. By outing him, I am not implying he wasn’t
talented or fun to watch. He was. He was a good looking guy with a nice voice and a lot of charisma.

That is why he was chosen. That and other reasons.

To get started, we will once again go down the Wikipedia page, looking for red flags. I will show you how to read those markers and how to link out to more important information.

The first thing we find is that Elvis was a twin. We are told his twin died at birth, but not everything we are told is true. So we should put that on the shelf with a question mark by it.

People often write to me asking me if the spooks are using cloning, and this question ties into that. My short answer is that they don’t need to, since nature already does it. Intelligence looks for twins, which are already clones of a sort. We saw it in my last paper on David Irving, who is also a twin.

As I said there, the nice thing about twins is that they can be in two places at once.

And if you lose one, you always have a spare.

The next red flag is Elvis’ mother Gladys Love Smith. We are told that Gladys’ great-grandmother may have been a Cherokee, but that is misdirection. The truth is, Gladys’ great-grandmother was Jewish.

Gladys herself was Jewish, though she apparently did not practice due to disapproval by her husband. However, Elvis knew she was Jewish and considered himself to be Jewish as well (knowing the descent was matrilineal).

There is a Star of David on Gladys’ original tombstone, though it has been replaced.

Elvis was a life member of the Jewish Community Center in Memphis. He always wore a Chai pendant, which you can see in the photo below.

Chai means “life” in Hebrew, and indicates the lowest emanation of God.

Growing up, Elvis had been head of the Memphis Mafia, a group of boys known for their swagger. Other members included George Klein*, Marty Lacker, Larry Geller and Alan Fortas — all Jewish.

Alan Fortas was the nephew of a US Supreme Court Justice, so the story about Elvis being poor and with no connections was also false. His friends weren’t just Jews, they were prominent Jews.

The Supreme Court Justice was Abe Fortas, and we should take a moment to look him up. Fortas went to Yale Law School, where he was editor of the Law Review.

He graduated in 1933 (note the date). Fortas had close ties to Puerto Rico, through its first Governor Luis Munoz Marin. Marin became Governor in 1948, year two of the CIA, which gives us a clue here as well.

Marin’s father owned two newspapers in San Juan and became Commissioner of the island from 1911-1916. Remember, Puerto Rico was taken from Spain in 1898, and a military government was installed by the US.

Anyway, this leads us into Fortas’ middle bio, when he joined the army during WW2. Although he was Undersecretary of the Interior at the time and was no longer young, we are told he took a leave of absence to enlist. Right. Not believable.

Also not believable is what we are told next: after one month he was discharged for tuberculosis. Lucky for him, this tuberculosis didn’t prevent him from being appointed by Truman just a couple of months later as a UN advisor.

It also didn’t prevent him from living another 37 years, when he died of heart failure (nothing to do with his lungs). So what was Fortas really doing when he enlisted?

He was joining Intelligence. This is how they scrub that. In my paper on the Beat Poets, we saw both Kerouac and Burroughs supposedly discharged from the military after a few days for ridiculous reasons, including requesting an aspirin.

Fortas was basically an Intelligence attorney, which we see clearly in 1948 when Fortas helped Lyndon Johnson dodge vote tampering charges in his Senate race in Texas. Although Johnson stole the vote, Abe Fortas convinced Supreme Court Justice Hugo Black to order the federal court to stop investigating the case.

How does that work?

I thought the Supreme Court had to hear a case to make a decision on it, and that the Justices had to vote together. I was not aware that a single Justice could order a federal court to stop investigating vote fraud, were you? But that is what we are told, both on Fortas’ bio and the bio of Hugo Black.

We also see Fortas’ Intel connections in his clashes with Joe McCarthy in the 1950s, when he represented Owen Lattimore. Like many of the other trials we have studied, this one was manufactured as a show trial to keep your eyes off other things, and to sell you the fake Cold War.

The trial was all a diversion, since Lattimore was also an asset. He never got convicted of anything, of course, so the whole thing was just another hoax.

Want some evidence for that assertion?

Well, Lattimore was the editor of Pacific Affairs, the magazine of the Institute of Pacific Relations. The IPR was funded in large part by the Rockefeller Foundation, which is really all you need to know. If it is funded by the Rockefeller Foundation, it is a CIA front.

We are told Lattimore got in trouble for publishing Marxist writers, but since Marxism itself was manufactured by European Intelligence, Lattimore’s magazine turns out to be just one more Intel front.

He was the controlled opposition. Remember, Karl Marx was a scion both of German Jews (father’s side) and of the billionaire Philips family in Holland (mother’s side).

Take note of that name Philips: it is about to come up again when we return to Elvis. We can finish off Fortas without speculating at all, because in 1969, after only four years on the Supreme Court, he was forced to resign. He had been caught in multiple scandals and should have been charged with major corruption.

Fortas was being paid by Louis Wolfson (Jewish) to intervene with LBJ and arrange his pardon. Wolfson, a corporate raider, was convicted of illegal stock sales, perjury and obstruction of justice, for which we are told he served only 9 months in a minimum security “camp” at an Air Force Base in Florida.


Why not just incarcerate him at Disneyworld?

Since when are non-military people held on military bases?

And why?

My guess is because they had a nice golf course. Wolfson probably worked on his game for 9 months in the Florida sunshine.

OK, so that is who Elvis’ Jewish pal Alan was related to. And it was close relation. Nephew is a very close relation.

By age eight, Elvis was already apprenticed to Mississippi Slim, a performer and radio personality at WELO in Tupelo. Elvis was eight in 1943, which was in the middle of WW2.

Mississippi Slim was 20 at the time. Why wasn’t he drafted? Being born in 1923, he should have been one of the first ones taken, since he wasn’t in school and was not a father.

To answer that, let us ask some more questions about Elvis.

We are told Slim worked with Elvis from a young age, and got him on the radio by the time he was 12. So we would expect Elvis to have been some sort of musical prodigy, right?

Nope, not according the mainstream history. We are told Slim said of Elvis, “The kid can’t keep time.” And according to Slim’s younger brother James, Elvis “listened attentively but just didn’t seem to learn, at least not quickly.”

They also admit that Elvis never learned to read music. Ever. According to Elvis’ own account, he failed music in high school.

So if Elvis was just a poor young hillbilly with no particular musical ability, how did he merit such attention?

It doesn’t add up.

To answer that, we have to look at who ran WELO at the time. We are told Ernest Bowen ran the station for a long time, but he was not there until later. However, it is interesting to discover Bowen had Navy connections. During the war, the station was run by Charlie Boren. That is a common Jewish surname, a shortening of Borenstein.

That’s Charlie Boren in the middle there, looking like a weird Asian man. Elvis is supposed to be on the far right.

What? Elvis is the little guy with glasses, suspenders, and a tie? Does that look anything like Elvis to you?

We are supposed to believe that little hillbillies dress like accountants’ sons?

C’mon, that isn’t Elvis. Not even close. This is another joke. You might as well tell me Elvis is the little girl with ringlets.

This is what Elvis looked like as a boy:

You immediately recognize those eyes and lips, as well as the slightly flattened nose.

You will say, “Well, maybe he’s the little blond boy on the other end. Maybe they meant ‘their right’ not ‘your right’”.

I doubt it, because this was 1945, when Elvis was supposed to be 10. That boy to the far left is not 10. He looks about 8.

And although Elvis had lighter hair as a boy, he wasn’t that blond at 10. The face shapes don’t match, either, or the ears.

That’s Boren with Elvis in 1956.

Boren looked a little like Milton Berle. Berle was Jewish. Boren looks very Jewish to me.

Also starting up WELO with Charlie Boren was Archie Mackey. His mother’s maiden name was Dickman, which is a common Jewish name, shortened from Dickmann, meaning “fat man.”

This indicates to me that Mississippi Slim was also Jewish. His last name was Ausborn, which may be Jewish.

So it looks like the radio station was a Jewish production, which would explain why Elvis was there from a young age despite having no extraordinary talents. It also indicates to me that Mississippi Slim was not in the military because he was being used by Intelligence for a domestic project.

Elvis was this project. Elvis was chosen from the cradle, first because he was a prominent local Jew, and second because he was a twin. It helped later that he became good looking and an expressive performer. Some are chosen, very few succeed like this.

As a teen, Elvis worked summers and weekends as an usher at Loew’s State Theater. Of course this was a string of theaters owned by Marcus Loew, a billionaire Jewish tycoon.  He also formed MGM, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer.

Loew was a business partner with Adolph Zukor, another Jewish tycoon who founded Paramount Pictures. Note the name Adolph, which you wouldn’t think belonged to a Jew.

This fact will be important in an upcoming paper.

That photo is tagged Elvis with his parents, 1956.

Elvis is currently listed as being six feet tall. I guess we are supposed to believe his mother Gladys was 6’1”?

Elvis wasn’t anything like 6 feet tall.

My guess is 5’8” or 5’9”.

It doesn’t really matter, except that is another sign that everything we are told is false.

Does he look 6 feet tall here?


Next we are told that in his HS junior year, Elvis would go downtown to Beale street and look in the window at the flashy clothes at Lansky Brothers menswear. “By his senior year, he was wearing them.” Really?

And how did he afford that?

His dad was a deadbeat, in and out of jail and writing hot checks and so on.

Well, Lansky’s was owned by Bernard Lansky, another prominent Jew. So my assumption is Lansky was another backer of the Elvis project in Memphis.

It was at this time that B.B. King first ran into Elvis in Memphis.

King tells us he knew Elvis before he became famous. This is a red flag, though most won’t catch it. Like Elvis, King was “discovered” by
Sam Phillips.

We will get to Sam Phillips in a moment. But just remember the strange lines from the Beatles’ song Dig It:

Like the FBI and the CIA, and the BBC, B.B. King, and Doris Day, Matt Busby.


What do all those things have in common?

Well, the first three are pretty self-explanatory. Doris Day was outed in my paper on Sharon Tate, where we saw her son Terry Melcher neck-deep in the gigantic hoax. She was also Jewish, being originally Doris Kappelhoff.

We will skip Matt Busby for now, but just get the clue. That leaves B.B. King.

I’m not telling you B.B. King wasn’t a great guitarist, I am just telling you he was also a CIA asset.

In support of that, we find that King’s recent death is being called murder by his own daughters.

Why would King need to be murdered at age 89?

I suggest he was suffering from Alzheimer’s or other dementia, and was starting to talk about classified projects, possibly including Martin Luther King.

To keep him from spilling the beans, he had to be silenced. So his old associates fed him dangerous drugs. That is what his own daughters are saying.

“But even if that is true, how would the Beatles know anything about it?” I will be asked.

For those who haven’t already done so, you should read my paper on John Lennon, which answers that question in full (see p. 30).

The Beatles were a British Intelligence Project run by the BSC and Major John Pepper. That is where they got the name Pepper: he was a real guy.

Everyone on the cover of Sgt. Pepper’s is a famous spook.

The BSC was the American arm of MI6, and they now admit that. They also admit BSC was run out of Rockefeller Center, with its front the British Passport Control Office.

We are told that at age 18, Elvis suddenly walked into Sun Records and asked to record. It doesn’t work that way. Sun Records wasn’t open to the public in late 1953.

Phillips had opened Memphis Recording Service almost four years earlier, and by late 1953 he was working with dozens of name acts. You didn’t just walk in off the street and pay for studio time in the hopes you would be discovered. This story is told to make you think Elvis chose Sun Records, rather than the reverse.

As we have seen, Elvis had been groomed from an early age, from the time he was in Tupelo up to this moment in Memphis. And he didn’t just accidentally run into Sam Phillips, owner of Sun Records.

The bio and genealogy of Samuel Cornelius Phillips has been scrubbed. According to mainstream sources, his father and mother are not known, much less older relatives.

This is a red flag. However, there are some big clues staring us in the face. One, Philips Records out of Holland is one of the largest record labels in the world. It was a subsidiary of Philips Electronics. Both were founded in the 19th century by the Philips family. We have seen them before, since Karl Marx’s uncle was a Philips.

You will say the names are spelled differently, with Sam Phillips having two l’s. But they do these things to throw you off. It doesn’t mean anything. You will say, “Well, if they wished to throw us off, why not change the name completely? Why change just one letter?” Because they don’t want to change the name completely.

They like their own names and change them as little as possible. They also know their audience doesn’t notice things and can be fooled easily. So they don’t bother hiding themselves thoroughly.

They know they can hide behind a willow branch, so why bother planting a giant oak?

But there is another clue, that being the middle name Cornelius. That is a common Dutch name, although it is normally spelled Corneliis or Cornelis over there. It is a name often used in the Philips family (as is Samuel).

In fact, Gerard Philips, founder of Philips Records, had a nephew named Cornelis Philips. The name of this Cornelis Philips’ son has been scrubbed. I suggest he may be this same Samuel Cornelius Phillips who started Sun Records in Memphis.

It is also curious that Cornelis Philips has no date of birth, and we are given a wide estimate from 1875 to 1927. Samuel Cornelius Phillips was born in 1923.

Sam Phillips’ early life has almost no information, and what little we get is absurd. We are told that the “man who invented rock n’ roll” grew up in rural Alabama as a tenant farmer’s son, picking cotton in the field with his parents and the black laborers. Right!

Once again we are reminded of Steve Martin’s joke from The Jerk about being born a poor black child in rural Mississippi.

I have to think he was referencing these ridiculous bios of people like Sam Phillips.

Like Mississippi Slim who we saw above, Phillips was born in 1923, which made him 18 in 1941. Why wasn’t he drafted? He wasn’t in school and he wasn’t married. His bio skips right over that, pretending there was no war in the 1940s. We are only told he was a DJ and radio engineer in Alabama.

I suggest Sam Phillips was already OSS by that time, running domestic projects. Either that or he was Dutch Intelligence.

That’s a picture of Sam Phillips.

He looks very Dutch to me. To see what I mean, let’s look at Frans Cornelis, CMO of large Dutch company Randstad.

He also has a very standard Dutch look, with an extremely square face and wide-set eyes.

See how he resembles Sam Phillips, though a couple of decades older?

Phillips also looked very Dutch older in life, when he had a beard:

But let us return to Elvis.

Elvis’ first hit in Memphis was the 1954 remake of Arthur Crudup’s ‘That’s All Right‘. It became popular when local DJ Dewey Phillips played it nonstop on his radio program. Yet another Phillips.

Was this Phillips related to Sam? We aren’t told.

Dewey Phillips’ bio is even more truncated than Sam’s.

However, we are told he fought in WW2, being in the battle for Hurtgen Forest (Belgium). Here is a picture of him:

The second photo is Anton Philips, one of the founders of Philips Records in Amsterdam. See any resemblance? I do.

The face shape is nearly identical. Dewey Phillips also looks Dutch, though in an admittedly different way than Sam Phillips.

Sam and Dewey don’t look alike, but the Philips brothers Anton and Gerard didn’t look alike either. So it is possible Dewey was from the same family, just from a different line.

Dewey allegedly died at age 42 in 1968 from alcoholism. That is unlikely. Personally, I think Dewey Phillips was born before 1926. I say that because he looked older than 30 in pictures with Elvis in the mid-50s. He is supposed to be 31 in that pic above. He looks at least ten years older. So he would have been 52 in 1968, in which case death by alcoholism is more believable.

Or, maybe the project was over and he was ready to retire, or move to another project. Strange, though, that Dewey died at age 42, same as Elvis.

You will say, “If these guys really were from the Philips family, why would scions of a billionaire family bother with such projects?” Because these families like to keep their hand in, and Intel projects is the way they do it.

The younger sons of such families often don’t have much to do in running the family businesses, but they like to stay busy. We have seen in many previous papers that the ruling families do indeed remain busy in Intelligence.

Think of the Boston Brahmins who were involved in OSS and the founding of the CIA, including people like McGeorge Bundy. He wasn’t doing it for the money, obviously. These people already have all the money in the world… Or John Reed. He didn’t need the money.

That said, these projects do often lead to big money, as with Elvis. Sun Records made a lot of money, although I no longer believe that was the primary goal of the project.

The primary goal was to lead US and Western culture in a desired direction, and the career of Elvis was part of that. As they did later with Dylan and the Beatles, the CIA was promoting Elvis as part of a long-planned sexual revolution.

This decades-long revolution would break up the family, split the sexes, splinter the religions, and destabilize culture as a whole, creating huge new markets and allowing for new forms of control.

It was what we now call the New World Order, but they have been installing it for the past two centuries, and maybe longer. You can see them pushing far earlier. Think of the Roaring Twenties, when they were pushing sexual freedom almost as strongly as in the 1950s and 60s.

This is why they passed the 19th Amendment in 1920, giving women the vote. You can be sure the men in Congress didn’t give a flip for equality or fairness or any of that.

They knew the vote was already worthless and that they could steal it anytime they wanted, so extending suffrage meant nothing.

I have always been in favor of equal rights and fairness, so that isn’t easy for me to say. But given what I now know, I see no other way to explain it.

By the 1920s, any representative democracy we ever had (which wasn’t much) had been undermined by the Plutocrats, so giving women the vote was just another smokescreen. Since by that time the vote was already meaningless, we must assume the 19th Amendment was passed for another reason.

By looking at what happened to culture in the 1920s, we can see that they were already trying to split the sexes and break up the family, and we must imagine someone thought promoting the woman’s movement would help do that.

As it turns out, they were right.

They not only backed the woman’s movement, they infiltrated it and deflected it. They did not start doing that with Gloria Steinem in 60s,
they had been doing it all along, back to the beginning. (And there we have a mention of Gloria Steinman who also features in my Meghan Markle exposé – Spiv).

Again, I don’t want you to misunderstand me. I was for equal rights and still am. I am glad women have the vote. But this issue is just like the environmental movement and its infiltration and cooption.

I was an environmentalist and still am. For that very reason, I am all the more distressed that the movement has been diverted, making it into a wedge.

It was pushed off its natural path by the Plutocrats and their minions and purposely perverted into its exact opposite. In the same way, the
woman’s movement has been diverted from its natural path, used by the Plutocrats and their minions as a wedge to force between the sexes.

To be even more direct, giving women the vote in a real democracy should have made them more active and more powerful. But since our democracy was already defunct by 1920, the vote only made women more noisy and deluded.

They became just as noisy and deluded as men, but I don’t think that was the sort of equality they were seeking. In the fake democracy we had before 1920, men in the lower and middle classes had been noisily pressing their delusion—that what they thought mattered.

After 1920, both men and women were pressing their delusions of rights and powers, but those who really had power cleverly pointed the men and women at each other.

Men and women were encouraged to petition each other for mythical rights and privileges, saving the governors from having to listen to
the old rattle. We have been diverted ever since.

Elvis was another cog in this long program, another ring in the circus.

Like sport, sex and music were diversions from more important matters, and Elvis joined the last two in a brilliant manner.

He appealed to both men and women, diverting the eyes and ears of both. In small doses, such diversions are harmless and may even be salutary. We are told that Elvis helped loosen some hips in the 50s, and maybe he did. The sexual revolution hasn’t been all bad, and I am not here to put us all back in our pens. Just the opposite. [Remember, I paint nudes for a living.]

However, modern diversions are not delivered in small harmless doses. They are now delivered 24-7 in huge Big Gulp doses, our throats being massaged constantly to allow higher levels of ingestion.

And the acceleration into our current mess was started after WW2. It wasn’t an accident. It was planned, it was heavily funded, and from the point of view of the governors it has been a smashing success.

The stinking rich have become progressively stinkier, and the powerful have become progressively more powerful, all without completely killing the host.

That’s right. Although you may think things are bad, they don’t see it that way. They think you should be amazed you aren’t an actual slave, making two cents a day, eating bugs and feeling the daily lash.

They are proud they have achieved billionaire and trillionaire status for so many without having millions starving in the streets. They honestly see themselves as beneficent and progressive. I’m not kidding.

They see themselves like the Pharaohs, but far more lenient. They could have you hauling rocks all day and eating sand, but you are lucky. That’s the way they see it. You are just lucky credit card debt pays better for them than rock hauling.

If you don’t believe me, go read one of the Forbes articles on the richest people in the world, which they now print about every three days. Not only will you see that more billionaires are being created every week, you will see the writers at Forbes implicitly selling you this fact as an amazing product of a well functioning world economy.

Yes, we see wealth piling up at the top at an accelerating rate, during a time of general economic contraction, but rather than admit this is a sign of lawlessness and criminal looting of the public treasuries, these magazines like Forbes sell it to you as a great success of Capitalism.

Which it is, in a way: this is exactly what Capitalism and the New World Order was created to do.

But let us return to Elvis. You may think my linking of Sam Phillips to the Dutch Philips empire is a stretch, but we have yet more indication of it when we come to Elvis’ agent Colonel Tom Parker.

It was not known until recently—since Parker hid it very well—but Colonel Tom Parker was actually Dutch.

The mainstream sites now admit his real name was Andreas Cornelis van Kuijk. Note the middle name!

He lived in Breda and Rotterdam until he was 20, fleeing to the US possibly to avoid murder charges.

We are told he entered the US without a passport or a correct ID, though how he did that is unclear. He would have had to jump ship and swim aboard without being spotted.

Immediately we get another wild story about Parker signing up for the army. He enlisted in the United States Army, taking the name “Tom Parker” from the offcer who interviewed him, to disguise the fact he was an illegal immigrant.


So he told the interviewing officer Tom Parker that his own name was Tom Parker?

How does that work?

Clearly we are being fed another story here. How to unwind it? Well, they give us the necessary clue when they admit Parker had been in the US before. He came over briefly at age 17, working at a Chatauqua.

What was a Chatauqua? It was an adult education camp started in 1874 by billionaire Lewis Miller, who had invented the combine. A Chautauqua Assembly brought entertainment and culture for the whole community, with speakers, teachers, musicians, entertainers, preachers and specialists of the day.

Have you guessed what was really going on with these Chatauquas yet?

The dissemination of propaganda. The musicians, artists and entertainers were the diversions, while the speakers, teachers, and specialists were the deliverers of the blue pill.

It was like an early TED conference, but with tents and balloons. In other words, the Chatauquas were an early Intelligence project, along the lines of Theosophy but for a broader and easier consumption.

Remember, Theosophy popped up at precisely the same time, and was organized and promoted by the same people—the very wealthy.

These projects like the Chatauquas were sold as philanthropy and good fun, but they were really a way for the upper class to control the middle class.

So to see Parker involved early on with this is a huge red flag. It means he had already been recruited by US Intelligence at a very early age.

Here is a pic of Colonel Tom Parker:

Gosh, who does he look like? Anyone we have seen?

Although he was always fatter, Colonel Tom Parker just happens to have almost exactly the same eyes and eyebrows as Dewey Phillips. He has the same nose and head shape as Anton Philips. He has the same balding pattern as both Phillips and Philips.

Could he be another from this family?

I admit this is all inconclusive, but it is curious that once again we are denied any genealogy of Colonel Tom Parker. We aren’t told his parents, much less his older ancestors.

Plus, if these people have nothing to hide, why did Parker hide his Dutch birth his entire life?

Why is his Wikipedia page still misdirecting us with absurd stories about his arrival in the US and his signing up for the Army and so on?

Speaking of which, let us ask how he got that Colonel tag. It now looks like a big red flag, considering what we have learned of colonels in my papers on Charles Manson, the Zodiac, Theosophy and so on.

The founder of Theosophy was a colonel, Henry Steel Olcott. Sharon Tate’s father was a colonel in Intelligence. And we saw several colonels involved with the Zodiac hoax, including the father of one of the fake victims.

Since Parker was allegedly only in the Army for a couple of years, he didn’t have time to become a colonel. After two years Parker would have been lucky to have been a lieutenant.

To explain his rank as colonel, we are told that in 1948, at age 39, Parker was given the rank in the Louisiana State Militia by Governor Jimmie Davis, in return for work Parker did on Davis’ election campaign.

That looks like another cover story, since Jimmie Davis is also a shady character, and he was basically a front for the Longs. Although his birth-date is given as September 11, no documentation exists. Note the date.

The reason Parker’s story remains suspicious to this day is that they say he was given rank in the State Militia. But if the title was honorary as is implied, it wasn’t a rank in the militia. It wasn’t a real military rank at all, being a title, not a rank.

For this reason, I see the whole story as another cover.

What was it covering?

Well, since we are told Parker joined the military back in about 1930, I suggest he never actually left it. By 1948, he would have been in for 18 years, plenty of time to achieve the rank of colonel.

But it is probably deeper than that. Since we have seen he was probably recruited by international Intelligence by the time he was 17, he had actually been in the field for at least 21 years.

He was probably given US citizenship as part of his project, along with advanced language training. That is why no one ever spotted a Dutch accent on him, I suppose.

It would also explain how he was able to dodge the US Government all his life.

Remember, according the mainstream story, he allegedly joined the army, got married, became fabulously rich, was famous as the agent of Elvis, and then ran the huge Elvis estate, without the IRS or any other government agency catching onto the fact that he was an illegal alien.

Not believable.

They obviously knew who he was the entire time. This is confirmed at his death, when his death certificate listed his place of birth as Netherlands and his citizenship as US.

Also remember his place of birth is supposed to have been Breda. That is another clue, although they are sure you won’t be able to read it.

Breda is a very old, famous, and wealthy city, not the sort of place you expect an immigrant to come from. You may remember from your history lessons that when Oliver Cromwell killed Charles I, his son Charles II hid out in Breda.

Since it was full of palaces, it was just the sort of place for a King in exile. Charles was there because of his sister Mary, who was connected to William of Orange. William’s son became King of England somewhat later, and we have seen him come up in a couple of recent papers, including my paper on the Salem Witch Trials and my paper on the Kabbalah.

This last link is timely, since Elvis studied Kabbalah. Today, Breda continues to give you clues, since it is the Benelux center of operations for GE, General Motors, Scania, ExxonMobil, Texaco, Krohne, and Toshiba.

Even more to the point is the Netherlands Defense Academy in Breda, an arm of Dutch Intelligence. Also the Royal Netherlands Military Academy, Breda, ditto.

Most recently, this book** which you can read parts of at Google Books tells us that Al Qaeda operated out of Breda. That is another pointer to Intelligence, since of course Al Qaeda is a creation of Western Intel.

We have more confirmation Parker was Presley’s handler, not his agent, by the percentages reported. An agent normally makes less than his client, but Parker always made far more, even after Presley’s alleged death.

For instance, with Presley’s licensing company, Presley owned only 22%, while Parker owned 56% and unnamed partners owned the other 22%.

That’s right, Presley didn’t even own a third. They also admit that “due to an ill-advised agreement between Parker and Presley”, RCA owned all
royalties on songs released prior to 1973.

Come again?

How can that be based on an agreement between Parker and Presley?

Parker and Presley huddle and agree to give RCA 100% of royalties?

Does that sound rational?

Remember, we saw the same sort of thing with the Beatles, who mysteriously signed away or sold most of their publishing and royalty rights.

It is also worth noting that Parker wasn’t the only financial interest behind Presley in the early years.

In 1955, Parker was working with Jean and Julian Aberbach, two Austrian Jews who had founded the Hill and Range music publishing house.

His Wikipedia page admits that Julian Aberbach had worked as an instructor at “a military intelligence school in Maryland”.

Wow. Aberbach’s cousin Freddy Bienstock became the head of Elvis Presley Music in 1955. Presley could not record music that was not licensed through Hill and Range. I suggest Hill and Range was actually another CIA front, and Aberbach’s time in military intelligence tends to support that.

In October of 1954, Presley was booked on Louisiana Hayride, the Opry’ s chief, and more adventurous, rival.

The Shreveport-based show was broadcast to 198 radio stations in 28 states. Presley had another attack of nerves during the frst set, which drew a muted reaction. A more composed and energetic second set inspired an enthusiastic response.

We may have a big clue there.

Notice that Elvis did two sets, and was different in each set on the same day. I wonder if anyone saw both sets and said, “It was like there were two Elvises”.

Why do I wonder that?

Because maybe there were. He had a twin, remember. Are we sure the twin really died? Maybe the twins weren’t equally confident, especially early on.

We might expect one to discover and perfect the hip thing first. We will see more evidence for this idea later.

We are told that in 1955 Elvis renewed his contract with agent Bob Neal, but appointed Colonel Parker his special adviser. What is a special adviser? And why would Neal allow this relationship?

Was Parker taking a cut?

If so, Neal wouldn’t be happy. If not, why was Parker working for Elvis for free?

Only three months after making Parker his adviser, Presley signed with RCA for an unprecedented $40,000. This despite the fact that he was only 20, had been performing for only one year, and had failed at both the Grand Ole Opry and CBS. Arthur Godfrey’s talent scouts at CBS had failed him in his audition.

Nonetheless, before he was even known, contracts were set up for Presley stating Songwriters were obliged to forgo one third of their customary royalties in exchange for having him perform their compositions.


What songwriters would agree to that?

They might agree to it with someone like Sinatra, but again, Presley at that time was a complete unknown. Writing up contracts like that for him in 1955 made no sense.

It is also curious to be told that RCA signed him in November and had re-issued his Sun Record recordings before the end of the year.

Isn’t that kind of quick?

How could they do that so fast?

They would have outpaced their own promotion. You can’t come up with promotion that fast.

You would also have expected RCA to have re-recorded those songs themselves, which would have taken time.

You would have expected them to have brought in some better musicians and a real producer and so on. In fact, they did that, but they did it so fast it once again isn’t believable. They were recording by January 10, and Heartbreak Hotel was released January 27.

The only way this is believable is if RCA had been planning for this for many months.

They must have known they would get Elvis, and they were planning it from the time he first appeared on the radio in 1954. They may have been planning it before that, all the way back to his birth.

By March 2, Parker was Presley’s manager. They tell us Neal’s contract was “terminated”, but it doesn’t work that way. It was less than a year since the contract was renewed, and you don’t just unilaterally “terminate” a contract before it has expired.

Parker should have had to buy out Neal for a huge sum. Neal wasn’t just some small-time nobody. He also managed Johnny Cash, Roy Orbison, Sonny James, Conway Twitty, George Jones, Barbara Mandrell, and Tom T. Hall.

But we aren’t ever told why Neal just dropped out as manager of Elvis.

Strange that Neal just lay down for Colonel Parker. It is another sign of a controlled project.

Also strange is that Neal was born in the Belgian Congo.

His real last name was Hobgood. This is important because of course Belgium was a part of the Netherlands up until 1830. Even after that, Belgium was ruled by the Leopolds, who were SaxeCoburg Gothas like the Kings and Queens of England.

Prince Charles is not really a Windsor, he is a Saxe-Coburg Gotha. To this day, the Western half of Belgium speaks a dialect of Dutch called Vlaams, or Flemish.

I know: I lived there and studied it for a short time.

Breda is very near the border of Belgium, and I used to ride my bicycle from Bruges in Belgium to Breda in Holland. It didn’t take that long. So to find yet another person in the Elvis story connected to Belgium/Netherlands is quite informative.

We are told that Neal’s parents were missionaries in the Belgian Congo, but the reason white people were there was for economic exploitation, the taking of minerals and other resources like rubber.

We are told that missionaries and other religious people were there to civilize the natives, but we now know they were working hand-in-hand with the business people to exploit the locals to the fullest extent.

By March 23, 1956, Elvis’ first album was in stores. That’s right. I didn’t say it was in the can, I said it was in stores. That’s just three months after he signed with RCA. And I guess he was in the Rock n’ Roll hall of fame by April. No, that’s silly, right? But did you know that by April he had signed a seven-year contract with Paramount Pictures?

What was that based on, we have to wonder?

Had he even done a screen test?

Had those people even met him?

He was bombing in Las Vegas at the time, both with audiences and with critics, so what was the rush to get him on film?

To answer that, you may want to remember we have already met the head of Paramount Pictures above, Adolph Zukor.

Zukor was still at Paramount until 1959. Zukor and Loew had apparently been in on the Elvis project since Elvis was born. Presley’s first major TV appearance was on the Milton Berle Show.

Presley was on the Milton Berle Show within ten days of the release of his first album. TEN DAYS!

Berle was a prominent Jewish comedian, of course; and, as we have learned, that is no longer beside the point. Presley was also
Jewish, and was known to be by the people that counted. Berle was also connected to Intelligence from way back.

In 1933, he was hired by producer Jack White to star in the theatrical featurette Poppin’ the Cork, a topical musical comedy concerning the repealing of Prohibition. Berle also co-wrote the score for this film, which was released by Educational Pictures.

Note the date.

Note this is a political film.

Note it was released by Educational Pictures.

Shirley Temple got her start at Educational Pictures, and she is on the cover of Sgt. Pepper’s. Remember what
that means: she is a spook.

Educational Pictures was headed by producer E. W. Hammons, who produced 228 films in 17 years. That’s about 13 per year. This should remind you of Lookout Mountain Air Force Station in Laurel Canyon, which took up where Educational Pictures left off.

Also see my Tate/Manson paper for more on that.

In short, these were propaganda films. Educational Pictures are propaganda films. Jack White was really Jack Weiss, and was Jewish. He produced over 300 films, many of them for Intelligence.

Milton Berle’s Texaco Star Theater premiered on TV in 1948, year two of the CIA.

It was one of the very first popular TV shows.

Of course it was sponsored by Texaco, a huge oil producer. So we see again how the upper class controls the middle class, via pushed entertainment and constant propaganda.

Much of this entertainment was harmless or even salutary, but stirred into it was a large dose of misdirection which very few people could stir out or ignore.

Elvis made his second appearance on Berle’s show just two months after the first. This boy was being pushed. Pu-ushed. Less than one month after Berle’s two shows, Elvis appeared on the Steve Allen Show. Although Allen is sold as Irish through his mother’s side, he was Jewish on his father’s side. His dad was Carroll Abler.

That name has also been changed, because Carroll Abler was born Carroll Ebler. Ebler is a common Jewish surname. In fact, it is possible Steve Allen’s mother Isabelle was also Jewish or half-Jewish, despite being a Donohue, since her mother’s genealogy is scrubbed.

Her mother’s name was Scanlon, but her grandmother is not given, which is suspicious seeing that her grandfather is given. Anyway, we see Elvis on major TV programs three times in three months, at a time when TV was in its infancy.

We are told the ratings were very high for these shows, but we now know ratings are manufactured to suit the suits.

If they want the ratings to be high, they are high. This also applies to the record charts, which we are told Presley was ruling at the time.

Remember, these charts weren’t even based on sales. They were based on radio play. Billboard was always based on radio play, and of course that was determined by DJs.

Well, who determined what the DJs would play?

It is implied that this was determined by call-in requests, but that isn’t true. DJs don’t receive enough requests to base their overall playlists on that.

Do you think they have time to record every request and then make charts from them? Of course not. I have been a DJ and I can tell you it isn’t done.

Back in the day, they would certainly play some requests, but the day’s playlists were not based on them. Most DJs based their playlists on the charts, so we have already gone circular there.

You can’t base the lists on the charts and base the charts on the lists.

So, logically, the charts must have been determined in some other way. Like everything else, they just make them up. Who is “they”? People hired by the big record companies, with the input of Intelligence and various other agencies.

In other words, it is all top-down.

You are sold the idea it is bottom-up, with buyers determining popularity. But that isn’t the way it happens. Buyers are controlled from the top-down, told what to buy via these manufactured charts and sales figures.

People buy what they like to only a limited extent. In large part, people buy what they think their neighbors are buying, to look cool. So if the charts tell them their neighbors like Elvis, they will try to like him, too. This is Sales101, perfected by people like Edward Bernays.

Now, who wrote Elvis’ songs?

Well, we learn that Hound Dog, Jailhouse Rock, Loving You, Don’t, and Love Me Tender were written by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller. Both were Jewish. Both were born in 1933. Note the date.

Stoller was born 3/13/33. Odd. I suggest the date was made up.

Although Ed Sullivan had claimed Elvis was not fit for TV in June, by September 1956 he had booked him for three shows. I would bet Ed Sullivan was Jewish, although he is sold as Irish.

And we find very quickly he was married to a Jewish woman, Sylvia Weinstein. He grew up in a Jewish section of Harlem. Sullivan’s ancestry past his parents has been scrubbed at Geni. [Ed Sullivan had a twin brother who is said to have died young].

That’s curious, wouldn’t you say? So there may have also been two of him. Oi. One of Sullivan’s most frequently recurring acts was Rickie Layne, a ventriloquist with a little Yiddish dummy named Velvel.

Another often recurring guest was comedian Myron Cohen. In 1958, Sullivan introduced Israeli dancer Yonatan Karmon. Karmon did not audition for Sullivan in the US. Instead, Sullivan went to Israel looking for acts.

Why would he do that if he were not Jewish?

Not enough talent in the US?

Did Sullivan ever go to Ireland looking for acts? Not that we know of.

We are sold the idea Sullivan was an anti-Semite, calling Shecky Greene “a dirty Jew sonofabitch”, but that was just theater. If Sullivan had really been an anti-Semite, would he have married a Jewish woman?

Of course not.

Sullivan was involved with the United Jewish Appeal. If you take that link, notice who else was there in June of 1967: Bobby Kennedy.

There was a show up this summer at the Jewish Museum in New York City called Revolution of the Eye that gives you the clue about Sullivan.

Here is what it says at the website:

Revolution of the Eye: Modern Art and the Birth of American Television is the frst exhibition to explore how avant-garde art infuenced and shaped the look and content of network television in its formative years, from the late 1940s to the mid-1970s. During this period, the pioneers of American television—many of them young, Jewish, and aesthetically adventurous—had adopted modernism as a source of inspiration.

Revolution of the Eye looks at how the dynamic new medium, in its risk-taking and aesthetic experimentation, paralleled and embraced cutting-edge art and design.

Highlighting the visual revolution ushered in by American television and modernist art and design of the 1950s and 1960s, Revolution of the Eye features fne art and graphic design, including works by Saul Bass, Alexander Calder, Marcel Duchamp, Allan Kaprow, Roy Lichtenstein, Man Ray, Eero Saarinen, Ben Shahn, and Andy Warhol, as well as ephemera, television memorabilia, and clips from flm and television, including Batman, The Ed Sullivan Show, The Ernie Kovacs Show, Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-In, and The Twilight Zone.

Looks like we have found another propaganda museum, like the Newseum we looked at in my paper on the Unabomber.

And the Jewish Museum is pretty much admitting Sullivan was Jewish there. They are giving you an obvious clue. Elvis had a second album out by October of 1956, the second of that year.

His first motion picture was released in November: Love Me Tender. That’s right, I said released, not shot.

How did he have time to shoot it while touring all over the country and appearing on TV every week? There would have to be two of him, right? Yep, we are back to that.

In my opinion, Elvis’ schedule from November 1955, when he signed with RCA, to November 1956 is simply not credible for one human being. It is barely credible for two. That means we have to seriously consider a living twin.

But can we find direct evidence of that twin? Yep. We just go to the photos and look for signs.

Our first sign is that there are no easy signs. There are hundreds of photos of Elvis on the web, but if we are to believe them, he didn’t have one mark on his entire face or neck. Not one mole, not one pimple, not one freckle, not one scar.

The retouchers have been incredibly thorough, which leads us to believe they are hiding something. We’ll see how good they are. They have never beaten me. My eye is too good.

To start with, they missed this one:

See the two little freckles on the side of his nose? This is at least proof they have heavily retouched all the others.

And that is proof they are hiding something important. So they are forcing me to find something not as obvious as moles or scars.

It turns out the twins had slightly different noses. Only one of them had that flat nose. The other one had a slightly sharper nose.

In answer, you will tell me Presley had a nose job; so to prove this to you, I will have to find a sharp-nose picture that predates a flat-nose picture.

Try to follow me on this: if he had the sharp nose before the flat nose, it cannot be explained by a nose job.

It indicates twins.

That is an early sharp-nose Elvis. It has also not been well retouched, since we can see a couple of things. There is a mole below his mouth to your left, and a small scar above the eyebrow.

But it isn’t dated, so it isn’t of much use in that regard. Here is paydirt:

Younger Elvis, older Elvis. Sharp nose, flat nose. Do you really think he got a nose job to make his nose flatter?

A very early sharp-nose Elvis.

You see what it looked like from the side. And here is a slightly fat Elvis with the chin mole and the sharp nose.

Are you getting a feel for it?

Or I should say, them?

The sharp-nose Elvis with the mole and scar is the main Elvis. He is very slightly better looking and probably was the better performer as well. I will call him Elvis.

The twin is Aron, and I believe that was his real name. We are told it was Jesse Garon, but that is a fudge.

It may have been Jesse Aron, but he went by Aron. We aren’t dealing with Elvis Aron Presley. We are dealing with Elvis and Aron Presley. This is a famous picture of Aron:

The way to recognize Aron is the big Jay Leno chin when he smiles. Elvis had less of that going on. Aron is the one who married Priscilla. He also went into the Army, since Elvis had records to make.

His name is also more indication of the Jewish status of the twins. Jews sometimes spell the name Aron, but when it is used by Gentiles, it is almost always spelled Aaron.

Elvis or Aron? Flat nose, long chin, no mole: Aron.

The wedding photos are also a good place to go to see the difference. It is clear we are looking at Aron.
The older the twins get, the less they look alike.

Do you see how Aron is starting to look a little monstrous there, with his face getting bigger and more Jay Leno-ish?

You will say Elvis was just aging, and had gained a little weight, but the twins were only 32 in 1967. They shouldn’t have been aging much at that point. And Aron isn’t fat yet. He is just developing his own look, which isn’t exactly like Elvis.

That’s Elvis in 1973, at age 38, still thin and angular. He was taking pretty good care of himself. Only Aron was going downhill at that time. Elvis was not.

See, Elvis is no longer identical to Aron.

He has taken better care of himself, apparently.

Addendum, December 28, 2015: Surprisingly, this paper is turning out to be popular with a certain segment of Elvis fans, who don’t mind that he was used for a Intel project. They just like getting new, interesting information, whatever it is.

Well, these fans have pointed me to some other indications I am right about the twins. They reminded me Elvis did not one but two movies where we see indication of twins. First, Kissin’ Cousins, where one of the twins was blond. 

Then, Double Trouble, where we see two Elvises on the theatrical poster. 

I don’t offer that as proof of anything, but it is curious. I have looked at a few scenes from Kissin’ Cousins, and it appears they are using a split screen, but it is possible they used both twins nonetheless, using the apparent split screen to mask what they were doing. Someone needs to study the film closely, and I haven’t done that yet. I will have to get back to you.

But do we have any documentary evidence for the twins, beyond the allegedly dead twin Jesse Garon?

We do. There were actually two birth certificates issued for Elvis Presley, one dated January 10 and one dated January 12.

On one he is listed as Elvis Aaron Presley; on the other, Elvis Aron Presley. Even more curious, both certificates survived. In the 1992 Bill Bixby documentary The Elvis Files [See video below minute 12:50] they show photographs of both birth certificates.

This makes no sense. They tell us the parents realized Aron was spelled wrong on the first one and requested a correction, but if that had been true, the doctor would have destroyed the first one when he presented them with the second.

We could not have a picture of it. This is solid documentary evidence of a hoax, as well as of two surviving twins.

We can now take this discovery back to the Beatles, who my readers tell me had doubles.

Maybe they did. But I suggest we should ask first if they were twins.

Maybe Paul didn’t die and he wasn’t replaced. He simply had a twin we haven’t been told about. No one has thought of that, have they?

Or, maybe someone has, but it isn’t one of the primary alternative theories.

This discovery of twins may also help us unwind the death of Elvis Aron Presley.

Did one of them die in 1977?

Or both?

Or neither?

We will see when we get there. But first, let’s take a quick look at Priscilla Beaulieu.

We are told that her father, a USAF officer, was transferred to Wiesbaden, Germany in about 1957. However, we are then told the family stayed at the Helene Hotel for three months when they arrived.

What? The Army didn’t arrange a place for their officer and his family to live?

You would expect them to be living on base, or at an arranged site nearby. In no case would the Army expect an officer to live in a hotel for three months. So we are being fed another story.

To continue this ridiculous story, the family soon moved out of the hotel and into an apartment that they later found out was a brothel. But due to scarce housing they were forced to remain there.

Right. Not believable in the least.

Neither is the way they met.

We are told a 14-year-old Priscilla met Elvis at a party in his home in Bad Nauheim. But Wiesbaden was more than thirty miles away, on the other side of Frankfurt.

Priscilla was not old enough to drive and we are told she was unaccompanied by her parents. This was 1959, and officers were not accustomed to allowing their 14-year-old daughters to go unaccompanied to adult parties 30 miles away.

This whole thing stinks of another set-up. We are told Priscilla’s parents held her back from Elvis until she was 17, at which time they allowed her to travel to Graceland. Priscilla’s parents allowed her to go only if Elvis would pay for a first-class round trip, arrange for her to be chaperoned at all times, and that she write home every day.

The things they expect you to believe!

We are supposed to believe Priscilla’s parents were idiots, I guess. Why wouldn’t THEY arrange for her to be chaperoned at all times? An even better question is why her Mom didn’t just travel with her. That is what you would expect in such a situation. If Mom couldn’t go, they would get an aunt or an older cousin or something. But instead we are expected to believe Elvis is going to hire his own chaperone!

We are then told Priscilla was allowed to move to Graceland, but she couldn’t marry Elvis until she graduated from an all-girls Catholic school nearby.

She was supposed to live with Elvis’ dad and stepmom. Of course she spent all her time sleeping with Elvis, and nobody seemed to care. They admit that. I don’t know what the age of consent was in Tennessee at the time, but in many states that would be illegal.

Or, I should say, she spent her time with Aron. Elvis was in Hollywood sleeping with Ann Margret. Aron didn’t marry Priscilla until 1967, so they lived in sin for about five years.

We are told Priscilla’s dad threatened Elvis with the Mann Act—transporting underage persons across state lines for sexual purposes—but it didn’t require him to press charges.

The State or the Feds should have done it themselves as soon as Priscilla arrived from Germany. They were well aware it was happening. And this story itself implies the age of consent in Tennessee at the time must have been 18: otherwise the Mann Act could not have been in effect… Priscilla was 17.

Clearly, Priscilla was procured for Aron, although we can’t say precisely how. It looks like her entire early bio is a fabrication, since none of it makes a lick of sense.

Eventually he had to marry her, since she became pregnant. It is no coincidence that she got pregnant “right after” they got married.

I suggest that is why they got married. The mainstream bios admit Elvis didn’t want to get married but “didn’t have a choice”.

When Presley returned in 1960, Parker put him immediately into Hollywood, where he stayed for most of the decade. That makes no sense, given his alleged ability to make money with records.

He is supposed to have sold 75 million records by February of 1961. From 1964 to 1968 he had only one top-ten hit, and that is because he was spending all his time making lousy movies and lousier soundtracks.

Sounds like terrible promotion to me, if your primary goal is making money. But their primary goal was not making money. It was propaganda, and movies were a far better vehicle for propaganda than records.

Elvis movies were all about propaganda delivery.

We see that clearly from his first, Love Me Tender. It continually black-washes the Confederate Army, which wasn’t really necessary in 1956, seeing that the war had been over for about 90 years.

Jailhouse Rock” is another propaganda film, since it is full of pushed information. Elvis kills a man and only serves 18 months. Later he slaps a producer around violently but isn’t arrested for assault.

But the most amusing thing about the movie is the lyrics to the title song:

Number forty-seven said to number three
You’re the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me.

Do you see the problem?

They don’t mix the sexes in a jail block, so #47 and #3 are both men.

Elvis is saying to another man: “you’re the cutest jailbird I ever did see”.

Also notice the numbers they chose there. 1947 is year one of the CIA. And they love the number 3, as we know.

Between late 1960 and early 1968, Elvis did not appear on TV once. This is strange, considering the blitz before he was drafted. I suggest it is because they no longer had two Elvises to work with.

Aron had apparently already retired to Graceland, where he spent all his time eating and playing with

Elvis spent all his time in Hollywood and in the studio.

There was no time left over for TV.

OK, I think that is enough from the bio. Now let’s look at the alleged death.

To read the clues, we have to go back to the photographic evidence of twins we saw above. We saw that Elvis looked great at least until about 1974. Well, if Elvis was still healthy in the mid-70s, why end the project? Even if Aron actually died in 1977, Elvis was still alive, so why end the project?

Because it was no longer going in the direction they wanted.

Elvis had turned himself into a straight performer, and he wasn’t willing to do the propaganda anymore. The silly movies were over, and the playing to teenage girls was over, and other younger performers were then far better at spreading sexual confusion and chaos.

In the mid-70s, even the Beatles were too straight and old-fashioned, and Intel had moved on to punk and metal and so on.

Remember, Lennon was also retired at age 40, at about the same time and for the same reasons. As we saw in my paper on Lennon, a second reason they retire these guys at around 40 is that they are a big expense.

Their upkeep is enormous, and if they aren’t bringing in huge receipts, it isn’t worth it. We must imagine the upkeep of the twins was twice as much, since Aron wasn’t making a dime.

As long as these guys were alive, they had to appear to live like the super-wealthy, to keep up the charade. Apparently Intelligence wasn’t willing to keep shoveling that money into the project.

With the twins legally dead, they could make money from the project without spending so much. The death would act as publicity, boosting the earnings, and costs would be at the same time cut drastically.

To achieve this, they brought Aron out of semi-retirement and told Elvis to make himself scarce. By then, Aron was fat and sick, though probably not from drugs. I think he may have had some sort of disease or temporary illness that caused the weight gain and so on, but we will probably never know.

Fat Elvis may even have been a third person. Intel also planted stories in the press about drug use, as cover. They had already planned this more than a year in advance.

Remember, Elvis’ bodyguards supposedly wrote a tell-all book about the drug use. That isn’t believable, since those guys had always been very loyal.

That book was obviously written by the spooks as cover for the upcoming death or faked death. Insiders had been saying for years that Elvis was a straight arrow, refusing all drugs (see the testimony of Elvira, for instance).

He wouldn’t even smoke pot. That’s probably why he still looked so good in 1973. You will ask me why I believe someone like Elvira, and that is why. I know how he looked, and you don’t look that good at 38 by doing piles of drugs.

I may be asked why Elvis went along with it.

He didn’t have any choice. He was the creation of higher powers and he lived and died at their discretion. If they were going to fake his death and retire him, there wasn’t much he could do about it.

They had control of the press, not him. If they now wanted 100% of receipts instead of 78%, there was nothing he could do about it. If they wanted to cut him out of future royalties and so on, there was nothing he could do about it.

The best he could hope to do is go quietly and hope they would continue to take care of him as an ex-asset. Which they did, I assume.

He didn’t continue to live at Graceland, of course, but there were other nearby ranches they admit to. At Wikipedia, they admit on Priscilla’s page that there was a Presley ranch just across the border into Mississippi.

Following the reception, Elvis and Priscilla boarded a private jet and enjoyed a short honeymoon in Palm Springs.[20] On May 4, they few back to Memphis and retreated to their private ranch, just over the Mississippi state line, for a three-week break. [24] [Guralnick, 1999, p. 261]

And there were many other ex-agent retreats for Elvis in the Yucatan, South America, Hawaii, etc. It wasn’t like he didn’t have anywhere to go.

So did anyone die on August 16?

Did Aron die?

I doubt it. The date looks like a choice of Intelligence, not an accidental date.

Here are a few things that happened on August 16:

  • 1886, Ramakrishna died.
  • 1888, Lawrence of Arabia born.
  • 1929, Palestine Riots, 133 Jews killed.
  • 1948, Babe Ruth died.

Note the number of Jews killed, which includes the number 33. This indicates a faked event.

If Aron didn’t get cured, he probably isn’t still alive, but Elvis may still be alive. In fact, I assume he is.

It looks like they even allowed Elvis to continue to perform occasionally, pretending he was an impersonator.

As we have seen, John Lennon did the same thing, actually appearing on TV as a John Lennon impersonator. See the 2007 ‘Next Best Thing‘, where Lennon got second impersonating himself.

With Elvis, it appears that he stood in occasionally for several of his best impersonators, including the infamous Orion. With that, notice the similarity between the words Orion and Aron. That’s how they came up with that. Orion may have been Aron, but I assume he was Elvis.

I will be told Orion didn’t look like Elvis, and on the covers of the albums that is true.

That obviously isn’t Elvis, since the mouth is wrong. Not even close. They hired some guy named Jimmy Ellis to be the front for Orion, and he probably performed as Orion most of the time.

So most people will see that and think Orion isn’t Elvis. However, since Orion performed in a mask, it was easy for Elvis to take over for Ellis whenever he wished, and few would be the wiser.

* What Miles would not have been aware of at the time of writing is how the Orion Belt is now being touted in the press and on TV at every available opportunity, indicating that it has great importance to the Monsters… Just sayin’ – Spiv

As Elvis got older and stopped looking so much like his younger self, it was even easier to take over for impersonators. The real Elvis could put on make-up and style his hair to look like the impersonator, rather than to look like himself, you see.

So I assume there were several impersonators that the real Elvis stood in for occasionally.

That said, most of the other alternate theories about Elvis are planted. Some of them give you a certain amount of truth, but then dump you off out in the bushes nonetheless.

Notice that none of them tell you about twins or the fact that Elvis was a project from the start. None of them give you the right reading of all the clues.

For instance, a prominent theory is that Elvis’ death had to be faked because he was working for the DEA.


You should know the story is false when they start talking about all the mobsters Elvis put in jail, working for his country. We know that is false because the mob doesn’t exist anymore.

Even in the 1970’s, the mob or mafia was a thing of the past. They made hundreds of mafia movies like The Godfather to convince you the mafia was still around, but it had been taken over by the government decades earlier. The last mop-up on the mob was done in the early 1960’s by the Kennedy’s.

After that, the mob was just a front for the CIA. Anytime after about 1963 that you see the word “mafia” or “mob”, you can substitute “Intelligence”.

All the top sites now pushing the Elvis is Alive theory are diversions. is a diversion for the reason I just gave you. They are pushing the mob angle.

Also notice the title of the site, which includes “assignment”. This website is an Intel assignment, and its purpose is misdirection. They don’t care if you think Elvis is alive, but they don’t want you to unwind any of the rest of it.

The truth black-washes Intelligence, and these sites whitewash government agencies, you see.

The same is true of, which comes up first on my computer on the search “elvis is alive”. They claim to give you the 11 top pieces of evidence Elvis didn’t die in 1977, but all 11 are spun.

As we have seen, these aren’t the top 11 bits of evidence, even unspun.

Much better evidence exists, but this site doesn’t repeat any of it.

For instance, they lead with the photo of Elvis supposedly behind Muhammed Ali. But anyone can tell that doesn’t look like Elvis at all. The photo is an obvious paste-up, and the picture of Elvis has eyebrows that are way too full. It looks more like Jim Morrison than it does Elvis.

Then they give you the pool-house door photo, which is also purposely faked and bad. There are probably hundreds of suppressed photos of Elvis that people have taken over the years, but they give you this piece of crap over and over.

Their #1 bit of evidence is Jon Burrows allegedly taking a flight to Buenos Aires. Given the misdirection in the first 10 bits, I would look for Elvis anywhere except Buenos Aires.

The Bill Bixby documentary from 1992 is an earlier example of misdirection of the same sort.

All these newer sites sprang from the theory promoted there. Since Bixby is a mainstream actor, you can be sure this short film wasn’t made to tell you the truth. Notice that it is an LBS production.

What does LBS stand for? Langley Bull Shit? This film The Elvis Files is one of the earliest to sell the idea that Elvis was working for the FBI or DEA.

However, the documentary is worth watching nonetheless, since it can be unwound like anything else. In his opening introduction, Bixby says some very strange things. He starts off by quoting F. Scott Fitzgerald:

“The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in ones mind at the same time”.

He doesn’t tell you that after watching this film you will be convinced Elvis didn’t die that day; no, he says, “we think that by the end of our program you will be able to hold two opposing ideas in your mind”.

That’s curious, isn’t it?

They admit that the point of all this is not to tell you the truth, but to plant two opposing views in your mind.

You may be interested to know that Fitzgerald’s quote is truncated. The full quote is “The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in ones mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function”.

However, most people do not have a first-rate intelligence, do they?

By definition, not everyone can be first-rate. Most people cannot hold two opposing ideas and retain the ability to function. Which is precisely why this film is giving them two opposing views and asking them to keep both: so that they will be unable to function as critical beings.

The controllers admit the point of their psy-op as they are psy-oping you. Bixby is actually hypnotizing his audience.

Here is a riddle that may be on the wall at Langley:

what hides the truth better than a false story?

The answer:

Two false stories.

What hides the truth better than two false stories? Two false stories that appear to oppose one another completely. Most people will see two opposing stories and think all possibilities have been covered.

That is because most people think in a linear fashion. On a line, you only have two opposing ends of the line. But if you think of ideas in a circle, you realize that two opposing points on the circle are just two points, one at 12 and one at 6, say.

The truth may be at 3 or 9 or 7 or 4.5.

That is what we have seen in all my papers. They sell you a mainstream story at 12, and then come back with an alternative story at 6; but you forget that the truth may be neither one.

I have shown the truth is always hiding at a third number.

In the documentary, Maria Columbus, allegedly the head of the oldest Presley fan club, tells us that she phoned Graceland right after the death asking to talk to Elvis’ father Vernon. She says that about 30 minutes later, Vernon called her back personally.

Right. Not believable. Vernon is going to take the time to call some nest of fans that day? No way.

She also says they got hold of the inventory of Elvis’ estate with a few months.

Why would the inventory of Elvis’ estate be made available to a fan club?

Gail Brewer-Giorgio also appears in the documentary. She is the one who tells us about Aron v. Aaron. She then gives another cloaked clue. She tells us Elvis was interested in numerology and that the name Aron added to 8 while Aaron added to 9.

This is a clue not for the reason she says, but because it is another pointer to Intelligence. Intelligence loves the number 8. We have seen that many times in recent papers, and I even told you why: it is the first Fibonacci number that is a perfect cube.

That is the mathematical reason, and there are others, but like the number 33, the number 8 is a well-known Intel number. They use it in the James Bond movies, as we just saw in my paper on Spectre (see OCTOpussy, for another example).

Next in the documentary, we hear from The Presley Arrangement author Monte Nicholson. He is introduced as an investigator with the Los Angeles Sheriff’s Dept. This should ring a bell in your head, since we have seen that title come up recently with the faked death of Kurt Cobain.

Tom Grant, also said to be an investigator with the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Dept, has been a primary alternative theorist in the death of Cobain, selling the opposing view that Cobain was murdered.

He did with Cobain what Nicholson is doing with Presley: selling an opposing theory and thereby creating confusion.

You should find it strange to find the LA Sheriff’s Dept. involved in both of these similar stories. You will only make sense of it by reading my long paper on the Tate/Manson murder, where I show that all law enforcement in LA, and indeed the Western world, is under the thumb of the CIA.

Intelligence can plant stories from anywhere, but we have seen they like to plant stories from the LA Sheriff’s Department, since it sounds both official and impressive.

That photo is from my Tate paper, and it shows the Sheriff’s department at the Spahn Ranch.

Ed Sanders admitted in his 1971 book The Family that those Sheriff’s department uniforms were faked, since the tag was simply sewn on the back of the shirts.

Anyway, we are told that Monte Nicholson wrote his book based on one meeting with an unnamed source who provided him with no documentation.

This source showed him photos of a black helicopter, apparently, but we have no proof of that beyond Nicholson’s word. According to the Bixby documentary, both the man and the photos “have since disappeared”.

Despite that, somehow Nicholson found a mainstream publisher and his book was widely distributed through “a major bookstore chain”. The publisher was Vantage, indeed a major publisher.

It was also a CIA front, founded in 1949. It was called a vanity publisher, but its vanity clients were just fronts.

Most of its publications were CIA publications.

Want proof?

  • A View from the Trenches: Memoirs of a CIA Case Officer, Glenn M. Hunt, 2006.
  • I was an American Spy, Sidney Mashbir, 1953.
  • Peace Bridge, Werner Low, 1975 (novel about a CIA agent).
  • Cuba Betrayed, Fulgencio Batista, 1962.
  • Bighouse Banter, Lew York, 1953 (fake prison narratives).
  • We Can’t Run Away from Here, Robert Martin, 1958 (fake Ku Klux Klan murders).
  • With My Shoes Off, Katherine G. Howard, 1977 (Howard was the daughter of Joseph L. Graham, COB of the RJ Reynolds Tobacco Company: do you really think she needed a vanity publisher?).
  • Across the Pond, Michael McCormick, 1994 (about the Vietnam War).
  • Visitors from Lanulos, Woodrow Derenberger, 1971 (fake UFO sighting).
  • Such Things are Known, Dorothy Burdick, 1982 (claims the government is brainwashing ordinary citizens electronically in their homes:
    she claims she is the sister of an MIT researcher on the H-bomb; Alex Constantine has interviewed her).

Vantage was bought in 2009 by David Lamb and then shut down in 2012, allegedly due to lack of liquidity.

David Lamb is a big investment banker, now a partner at STM Advisers in NY. He is a Harvard man. In 2009 he was also involved with GSL Publishing Associates, which “oversaw the sale of Arcade Publishing that year (it became an imprint of Skyhorse).

Some of Arcade’s biggest titles include:

  • Templars: The History and the Myth: from Solomon’s Temple to the Freemasons (2008);
  • The Freemasons, A History of the World’s Most Secret Society (2001);
  • Secret Societies: Inside the World’s Most Notorious Organizations (2006);
  • Auschwitz, a Doctor’s Eyewitness Account (2011).

Curious, no?

Well, David Lamb was also a director of VSS Intelligence, which provides detailed historical data and estimates for more than 100 component businesses in the Information, Communications, Media, and Entertainment space.


But back to Monte Nicholson and Bill Bixby.

Monte tells us that his book and Gail Brewer-Giorgio’s book Orion were disappearing from bookstore shelves. He tells us the books were being suppressed (stolen).

Of course this is pretty hard to believe, since the major chain bookstores have tight security, with cameras and electronic door monitors.

If the government wished to suppress these books, it would do so at the publisher, not at the bookstore. When Brewer-Giorgio comes on for her interview, the story changes, since according to her men-in-suits were coming in and buying all stock.

That isn’t the same as “disappearing”.

The books simply weren’t being restocked. She implies this was on order of the same men-in-suits. But why would they have stocked the books in the first place?

If the publisher was being pressured not to restock, why not back up a step and simply order the publisher not to publish it in the first place?

Why this after-the-fact suppression when the government is perfectly capable of stopping any publication from the start?

The very fact that Brewer-Giorgio got a major publisher to start with and got on so many major TV shows means the government had no interest in suppressing her… It indicates they were promoting her.

She wasn’t on local cable access shows, she was on Nightline, Oprah, and Larry King, three top spook mouthpieces.

So we can be sure she is misdirecting. She is misdirecting exactly like the other alternative sources are misdirecting: she is telling you a lot of truth (including the fact that Elvis is alive) but then diverting you into all the wrong conclusions.

For instance, I think some of the things you learn on the Bill Bixby documentary are true.

Obviously, I am confirming that Elvis did not die on August 16, 1977. I also think it is possible the 1981 tape of Elvis is genuine. But right after we listen to the tape in the documentary, we fast-track immediately into the Elvis-as-FBI informer story.

Within the first few words, the hippies and black panthers are black-washed. This reminds us of the mainstream history, which tells us Elvis didn’t like the Beatles, the hippies, or the drug culture.

That’s pretty hard to believe, considering those things were just other creations of Intelligence, like Elvis.

He had to have known that, and his disagreements with the Beatles were just manufactured controversies, to help them both sell more records.

What that means is that the Bixby documentary and later FBI or DEA stories about Elvis were created to once again black-wash the left and any real progressives. Notice that in the letter Elvis allegedly sent to Nixon, he tells Nixon he admires him. They are turning Elvis into a conservative narc.

Even after his alleged death, he is being used for propaganda.

Well, since I have now exposed Elvis as an Intel project from the beginning, why am I denying that he would work for the fascists like this after 1977?

Well, he couldn’t become an FBI or DEA informer and spend a year on an island in a beard, could he? That’s one of the things we learn from the 1981 Elvis tape, remember?

In the documentary, we hear long excerpts from the tape, and Elvis tells us he was hiding out with a beard on an island for a year and in Europe for two years and so on.

He isn’t talking about becoming a narc. So the Bixby documentary contradicts itself in spectacular fashion. If the Elvis tape is genuine, then it blows their entire story.

If it isn’t, then they have just lost what they call their best bit of evidence.

Another problem is they show the memo to Nixon recommending he work with Elvis, and it says in part:

“PURPOSE: to thank Elvis Presley for his offer to help us in trying to stop the drug epidemic in this country and to ask him to work with us in bringing a more positive attitude to young people throughout the country.”

Nothing there about hiring Elvis as an FBI informant.

But clearly this memo is misdirection, since we now know the government never had any desire to stop the drug epidemic or to create a positive attitude in young people.

In fact, entire projects from those years have been partly declassified, including COINTELPRO and CHAOS, which promoted just the opposite.

The drug epidemic was created by the government in order to short-circuit any meaningful resistance, and all positive attitudes in the young have likewise been obliterated, since they were found to interfere with sales.

Unhappy people buy far more useless products.

So Elvis could not have been hired to do something they weren’t doing.

He might possibly have been hired after 1977 to infiltrate anti-war groups or anti-corporate groups or anti-CIA groups, but he couldn’t have been hired to infiltrate the mob, since it didn’t exist. And he couldn’t have been hired to
infiltrate drug pushers, since they were already working for the CIA and the DEA.

We are then told Elvis allowed a secret agent to infiltrate his road crew from 1974 to 1976. But you now see how ridiculous that sounds. Everyone around Elvis was a secret agent and always had been, back to his birth.

Then we get the absurd story of Frederick Peter Pro, supposedly the member of an organized crime unit called the Fraternity.

The Fraternity? The scriptwriters here are showing an obvious lack of imagination.

Nothing we are told about this alleged con makes any sense and we have no documentation that any of these meetings ever took place… It reads like a bad cover story.

Since Elvis had been his entire life under the protection of the US Government—the largest criminal organization in the world—he had absolutely nothing to fear from some two-bit made-up group of 30 con-men called the Fraternity.

Supposing such a group existed—which it didn’t—the CIA could have mopped them up in a matter of hours. Do you think small secret groups like this would dare to take out a hit on a CIA agent?

Well, think of Elvis as a top agent or asset, which is what he was from birth.

Although they were retiring him, he was still theirs. There is simply no way such a group would target someone like Elvis or his father, or that they would pose as a danger to him… Elvis was way too protected.

Bill Bixby ends the documentary by admitting exactly that: Elvis is incredibly well protected.

Well, why would he be more protected after 1977 than before?

Why better protected from the Fraternity on some island or in Europe than at Graceland?

Why better protected in a beard than not in a beard?

If these guys in the Fraternity are such smart conmen, and powerful enough to elude the US Government, don’t you think they could see through a faked death, spot Elvis in a beard, or find him on an island?

The whole story is ludicrously bad, and is a further clue of misdirection. The entire Fraternity story refutes itself and in refuting itself puts the lie to the whole documentary.

Elvis and Aron both lived on, but they did not live on as active agents, fighting the mob.

They also did not live on in a witness protection program, as such, since they weren’t witnesses to anything beyond their own project. They were protected, but no more and no less than they had always been protected.

They were simply retired, like thousands of other prominent assets, including:

  • John Lennon,
  • Marilyn Monroe,
  • Jim Morrison,
  • Janis Joplin,
  • Sharon Tate,
  • Jimi Hendrix,
  • John Reed,
  • Jack London,
  • River Phoenix,
  • Tupac Shakur,
  • BIG,
  • Kurt Cobain,
  • James Dean,
  • Paul Walker,
  • Robin Williams,
  • John Belushi,
  • Natalie Wood,
  • William Holden,
  • Chris Kyle,
  • George Reeves,
  • Nicole Simpson,
  • Brittany Murphy,
  • Bruce Lee,
  • Grace Kelly,
  • Princess Diana,
  • Michael Jackson,
  • Heath Ledger,

and many many others.

Every famous person I have researched so far has been part of some hoax, so my assumption now is that almost every famous person who died early or mysteriously has faked it for some reason.

That should also be your default assumption.

Rather than assume what you are being told by the mainstream is true, you should assume it is false. If they tell you it is day, assume it is night.

*In my paper on the Tate murders, I showed you that Manson was also Jewish, his grandmother being named Gladys Kline. Kline is just a variation of Klein.

** Gunaratna, Rohan. Inside Al Qaeda: Global Network of Terror.

A Bridge Too Far Part 1 by Christopher D Spivey

A Bridge Too Far Part 1

Now I wasn’t actually going to bother writing about the Westminster Bridge fake “terrorist” attack, since at first glance the event appeared to be the usual poorly-put-together staged production that anyone with a fully functioning mind and at least one seeing eye (watch the paedo-trolls pounce on those last 3 words –  the scabby arsed slugs) would be able to conclude for themselves that the “atrocity” was in fact all an act.

Moreover, since I could see at a quick glance that the “terrorist attack aimed at the very heart of all that is good and proper” was nothing more than an easily debunked, ill-conceived, comedy of errors, I [correctly] deduced that the bought-and-paid-for big named writers in the alternative-media would be all over the shite; exploiting the obvious failings in the poorly executed performance (albeit for the usual nefarious reasons), along with the lesser known wannabee journalists & Facebook Government Watchers – whom I also [correctly] figured would be eagerly clambering to be the first to ‘uncover & expose’ the blatantly obvious failings in the sham production – I therefore saw no reason for me to add my two cents worth.

And as such I would have been more than happy to let them get on with it, leaving me free to continue writing my forth coming exposé on how the British Government (past & present) has been behind every major crime committed since the 1950’s – especially since this Bridge Over Troubled Water Saga was literally becoming more and more ridiculous by the hour… And then I twigged what was really occurring here.

You see, the fraud event had by that point become so [seemingly] amateurish that I could no longer ignore it.

And by that I mean; just because I constantly refer to the British Security & Intelligence Services as being “totally incompetent” and their faked events being “amateur dramatics” it doesn’t make it so.

In fact nothing could be further from the truth given their vast experience – dating back well over 100 years – in staging hoax productions, using technology not readily available or even generally known to exist, financed by a multi-million pound tax funded budget and planned by the crème-de-la-crème of devious, deviant, razor sharp, evil minded Monsters that our world renown Universities have churned out.

Indeed, all that really lets them down is their inability to think and talk like the ordinary man on the street – hence the shit dialogue that is inevitably spouted by the bought & paid for ‘witnesses‘ to these hoaxes.

Moreover, these Monsters have infiltrated and do in fact infest – at the very highest level – EVERY single department that govern and shape our lives, thus by way of a few examples:

  • Gift them the ability to invent people who were never born, complete with the appropriate paperwork needed to give them life.
  • Indeed, arrests and charges can also be fabricated in order to give credibility to those alleged to be responsible for a staged crime.
  • After which the insidious, wholly corrupt judiciary can then imprison these non-persons for life.

But do bear in mind that sending a persona to prison for life is not the same as sending a person to prison for life.

Yet these fractured – yet none the less brilliant – minded Monsters are greatly handicapped by an almost inherent fear of discovery, whilst at the same time having to leave themselves vulnerable to exposure by having to invent huge, improbable fictions in order to be able to maintain control over us and stage these hoax productions in the first place… Think in terms of the non-existent, totally implausible, ISIS.

And obviously the only way that is possible is to have TOTAL control of the mainstream media who constantly drum these fictions into the minds of an unthinking, mentally dumbed-down, inwardly frightened population – hence all news is either invented or non-news.

Therefore, with that in mind I suddenly found myself asking; just why the fuck these hoax events have been getting steadily more amateurish in production to a point where we are now presented – nay bombarded – with this latest Westminster Bridge farce that if it were any more transparent, it would be glass!

In fact the hoax contains so many glaringly obvious anomalies in the story-line that I am left looking totally bemused at what I am seeing and reading on my computer screen.

Indeed it makes no sense. I mean why stage such an ambitious attempt at subterfuge – although it has fuck all on the Shoreham Shite – if it is going to be done so unnecessarily poorly?

Incidentally, you can read all about the Shoreham-Flight-Shite by clicking HERE for Part 1.

You can read Part 2 by clicking HERE.

And by clicking HERE for Part 3.

Part 4 is still to come some time in the future.

Okay, let’s get back on track.

Now, on top of all the gaffes in the London Bridge Pantomime, the government stooges were far too obvious and quick to reveal [some] of the intent behind the charade… Namely the arming of police in sensitive areas (despite the fact that they already are), thus paving the way for arming the police as standard:

Theresa May faced a call to arm all police officers at Parliament and other targets, as she confirmed a review to beef up security following the terror attack.

PC Keith Palmer, who was stabbed to death in the shadow of Big Ben, was not carrying a firearm – as is the case with many officers stationed around the Parliamentary estate.

Indeed if that was the true intent, no politician or senior figure would have so much hinted at the fact so soon afterwards, let alone voice the issue. Source

Course, quite obviously the Monsters have capitalized on their fairy-tale Terrapin attack by making their wish for the plod to be armed known… But that really wasn’t the main point of the exercise.

And then there was the despicable Homo-Secretary, the under achieving actress, Amber Fudd – sister of Elmer (possibly) – with her embarrassing call for a back door into encrypted messages sent on social media websites such as Whats App, from which the Security Services can gain access:

Amber Rudd has vowed to “call time” on internet firms who give terrorists “a place to hide” as it emerged security services are powerless to access Westminster attacker Adrian Ajao’s final WhatsApp message.

The Home Secretary said it was “completely unacceptable” that Whats App – which is owned by Facebook – was enabling terrorists to communicate “in secret”, knowing the police and security services will not be able to read their encrypted communications.

She has summoned WhatsApp, Facebook, Google and a host of other online firms to showdown talks at the Home Office on Thursday, where she says she will “call time” on extremists “using social media as their platform”. Source

Indeed, anyone dumb enough to think that the non-existent ISIS is a credible threat to us is Dumb with a capital ‘D’.

In fact anyone who thinks that the non-existent ISIS send each other ‘encrypted‘ messages over social media is Dumber still.

And anyone who thinks that the security services are unable to read any encrypted messages sent from a phone or computer is just plain conkers-bonkers pal.

Now obviously the real intent behind Dud-Rudd’s battle cry is obviously to give the security services even more sweeping powers, whilst at the same time stripping us of ours – not to mention more censoring of the internet. But even so, I still don’t believe that those reasons were the main intention behind the hoax either, albeit as far as the Monsters are concerned it is always a case of ‘never look a gift horse in the mouth‘.

Nevertheless, I should point out that the Monsters are much more subtle about things than the useful idiot actor, Dud Rudd’s hysterics would have you believe.

So with all that in mind, I will venture that the main reason for this latest, incredibly bad am-dram is that the Monsters were conducting an experiment.

Huh… Do fucking what Spiv“?

You heard… Or read as the case might be. And I will remind you of the quote attributed to former CIA director William Casey.

Now whether or not he really said that (the quotes authenticity has been questioned) is irrelevant because it is an accurate quote all the same.

And with that in mind, – albeit obviously replacing the American public with the British public –  I would wager that the reason the London Bridge story is falling down is because the Monsters want to know exactly how gullible we have become as a nation… A test – with added benefits – if ya like.

However, before I go any further I have to point out that the Westminster fraud continues to evolve – just like all of these government sponsored hoaxes. And as is the norm, the first year following any hoax is the time that the story evolves the most, with bits and pieces being made public which were not made public at the time of the drama happening.

Course, this is done as a kind of catch-up caper by the security services as they try to close the massive holes in the official narrative – usually unsuccessfully as it happens.

Nevertheless, when putting together a project as ambitious as this one in order to fully tear to pieces the officially story these later released snippets can play havoc with continuity and what have you, and whilst I have tried to make these updates in the story line fit in with the information released months earlier, you may still be able to detect the ‘joins’ here and there.

Okay, now that is out of the way let’s get back to that “gullibility test“.

And indeed, the ‘test‘ actually involves the British public being told what to believe over what their own eyes tell them… Pure and simple.

For example, take the following Chimp report interviewing Francisco Lopes – a Portuguese ‘victim‘ of the drama, which also carries a video of Lopes talking to the the articles author from his ‘hospital’ bed:

Got that? He only clocked the motor – which we have since learned from the POLICE was travelling at 76 MPH on the pavement – when it was 3 foot 3 inches away from him:

Terrorist Adrian Ajao reached speeds of 76 miles per hour as he drove across Westminster Bridge ploughing into pedestrians, police now believe.

Ajao, who changed his name to Khalid Masood, killed three people and injured more than 50 others on the bridge before he crashed his car and stabbed a policeman to death.

After entering the bridge from the southside, Ajao mounted the pavement accelerating to speeds in excess of the legal limit allowed on motorways,wreaking carnage as he went. Source

But the fact is that Lopes certainly wasn’t the first to be hit, yet he obviously didn’t hear any screaming or fuck all… Roger that.

Well he certainly looks healthy enough in the photos to me, although he has a very square head. Nevertheless, the Chimp caption tells us that Lopes is speaking from his hospital bed and indeed he is wearing a hospital gown so we can now take that as fact.

Carry on:

So we now have further confirmation that Lopes was speaking to the hack from his hospital bed.

And as you can see from the above screenshot, Lopes then tells him that after only seeing the 4×4 hurtling towards him at 70 MPH, from a distance of 3′ 3″, he put his arms out to save himself… Like ya do.

Therefore, we can only deduce from that old bollox that his quick thinking and lightning reflexes meant that the two tonne motor just ‘tumbled him over’.

Which certainly makes a mockery of the following:

If someone is hit by a car at 40 mph they are 90% likely to be killed.

If someone is hit by a car at 30 mph they are 50% likely to be killed.

If someone is hit by a car at 20 mph they are 10% likely to be killed. Source 

Nevertheless, the ‘fact‘ based article continues:

Impactful event” indeed… He’s a funny cunt is Franny Lopes… I like him.

Course, some might say that the article appears a bit repetitive but that is how the MSM hypnotises you… But fuck that shit, what about Franny Lopes? What a fucking trooper aye?

Did I just say “trooper” – sorry about that. I meant to say what a lying little shithead.

You see, with all that bullshit in mind, I then watched the accompanying video:

In which he is wearing a hospital gown – complete with blood stains – and there does seem to be something that looks like a bit of medical equipment that I have circled for you in the background… On the other hand, since when did hospitals start using quilts for their rather large looking beds?


Let’s have a closer look at those legs of his since he states that he had “surgery” on them – “Surgery” being defined by the Cambridge online dictionary as:

the treatment of injuries or diseases in people or animals by cutting open the body and removing or repairing the damaged part.

Hmmm, there doesn’t appear to have been much surgery done there… But at least he is in hospital, right?

Well no he isn’t as it happens.

Yet the cameraman deliberately pulled back so as to reveal Liar Lopes surroundings and bizarrely, no cunt seems to have notice the glaring contradiction – never mind the fact that had he been hit by such a large motor at 70 odd MPH, then the lying shit-head would just be coming into land about now.

In fact those errors are so in-ya-face that logically thinking, the only explanation for them is that they are meant to be that way. And as such, it isn’t unreasonable to assume it is all in-ya-face so as the Monsters can test public awareness and reaction to being mugged off.

Not that every aspect of the fraud was meant to be so transparent. After all, the Monsters needed to leave enough room for doubt in the public’s minds that the event was not a government play act, since not to do so could have had very dire consequences.

Yet to my horror no one appeared to pick up on the fucking ‘bleeding obvious‘!

I mean will ya just look at the comments on that article, which supposedly have not been moderated:

Unbe-fucking-leavable…  Especially so giving mind to the following press snippet:

Yet no mention whatsoever of any Portugeezers.

Although to be honest I do believe that Loopy Lopes is a copper… Or at least he played one.

Mind you, it’s okay if you don’t believe that the Plod is Lopes right now because you will do by the end… Just sayin’.

Course, if you don’t believe that Loopy-Lopes is that plod stretcher bearer then you won’t believe that the paramedic with him on stretcher bearer duty also turned up later as a witness…

I also strongly believe that the (inset photo) fella was involved in my [fraud] illegal court case but I will deal with that another time.

Okay, turning now to the speed which the plod claim that the “terrorist”, Mad Masood was allegedly travelling at when he was playing skittles, and let me tell you that I know this area of London very well having actually worked (as a builder) in the Cabinet Offices and the HM Customs & excise building – AKA The Treasury – in the past.

And as such I can tell you that travelling at 16 MPH around Westminster during working hours would be a result, never mind your 76 Miles-Per-Fucking-Hour bollox.

In fact I was listening to Radio Two the other week and the DeeJay gave the average speed in Central London over a 24 hour period as being just 7 MPH… Which in my experience rings true.

Nevertheless, there is quite an amusing anecdote connected to that government contract that I was working on back in the day which I will tell you about now, although I will end the true story in red font so as those of you who don’t want to read it know how far to fast forward… And it’s no skin of my nose if ya do or not.

Now, it is true to say that I did once have my own fairly successful building firm but in reality it was nowhere near big enough to be given a government contract in the very offices that the high-wanking Paedo-Monster-Minions hang out in.

However, the building firm owned by my very good friend, Tony Spicer fit the bill nicely – although I haven’t seen him for quite a few years now.

Now I did in fact know Tony from school – or more accurately, I knew who he was at school although being in the year above me (it may even have been two years, I can’t remember), he probably didn’t know me… Although in truth I was a proper little shit back then and very well known – for all the wrong reasons – so he may have heard the odd mention of my name a time or two.

Nevertheless, the reason that I knew who Tony was back then, before I had ever even spoken to him was because he was cool as fuck… And I mean cool as fuck… Still is, I would imagine since he was the last time that I spoke to him.

And of course everyone at school knew who the older cool dudes were.

But all the same, around 5 or 6 years after leaving school I did hear on the grapevine that Spicer had married a bird called Sally Paul – who was a proper looker from the school year below me and who I did in fact know well enough to talk to.

Anyway, we now fast forward to late 1994 by which time I’d had my own building firm for around 5 years, although I had also started Tattooing by then – something that I had always fancied doing although it was only a hobby at the time – when out of the blue I get a phone call from this bird who had been in my year at school called Tracey.

Unfortunately I cannot for the fucking life of me remember her surname, which is a bit naughty since we had actually had a bit of a romance for a week or two when we were around 14 or 15 years old… Never shagged her or nothing mind – although I am sure that I must have tried.

But then again, and in my defence, it is no secret that I am lousy at remembering names… And to be fairer still, the name “Tracey” is not what you would call a rarity in my neck of the woods.

So anyway, as I was saying; Tracey rings me up out of the blue as she had heard that I was doing a bit of tattooing and wondered if I would do her one – which I was of course happy to oblige.

Mind you, I had at that point in time come off a scaffolding a week or two earlier and broken my leg as well as doing a lot of nerve damage to my foot, so I was in a plaster cast when she came for the tattoo – which is why I am able to recall this part of the tale with such clarity.

And who brought her to mine? Why, none other than Tony Spicer.

You see, it turned out that Tony had just left Sally because of his affair with Tracey… Which surprised me a bit because despite being a long way off what you would call a Pig, Tracey had struck proper gold by landing Tony.

And I should tell you at this point that Tony did in fact – and probably still does for that matter – look quite a bit like Tony Hadley from the group Spandau Ballet (albeit maybe not quite as good looking).

PHOTO: TONY Hadley or TONY Spicer… It’s a bit hard to tell.

What’s more, just like Mr Hadley, Tony also had plenty of money, which he was never flash with – albeit not quite as much money as Tony Hadley.

Moreover Mr Spicer was a big, strong, likable fella and oozed charisma like no one else that I have ever met… And I’m not even gay or bicycle, honest.

So anyway, being a lot older by now than we were at school and both having building firms – although Tony employed anywhere up to a hundred people at a time whereas the most I ever employed at any one time was eight – we got on like a house on fire and gradually began to socialise more and more with each other.

However, to give you an idea of the kind of charisma Tony possessed we used to go to a club in Southend on a Friday night called Mr B’s which was also the night that the club would usually have a [fading] celebrity appear, such as Leo Sayer or Anita Baker… They even had Tony Blackburn & Diddy David Hamilton appear on one Friday… Betcha you’re impressed now?

No me neither.

But anyway, this one particular Friday night Gwen Dickey – formerly of Rose Royce – was appearing and I am telling you now, as soon as she clapped eyes on Tony, which was more or less straight away, she didn’t take her eyes off him for the whole 4 or 5 songs that she sung. Not that Tony was interested in her and indeed took it all in his laid-back stride.

Unfortunately, Gwen Dickey is crippled up these days.

However, back then at Mr B’s, Gwen was in full working order. Mind you, I probably wouldn’t have bothered either if Gwen had been making eyes at me since I was still in love with Lillian Lopez – lead singer with ‘Odyssey’ – at the time.

Unfortunately Lillian is now dead as fuck hence the video below is from back in the day:

I can also tell you that having just watched that video, I am still in love with Lillian… Here, have another:

Where did all those yesterdays go ♫

Where indeed Lillian, where indeed.

Thank you for the mamories.

Anyway, come mid 1997 and things had gone a bit Pete Tong for me financially being as I’d had to close down my building firm when my then baby daughter, Stacey had come to live with me in mid 1996.

You see, although tattooing was by then my main source of income, it was still early days in my new career and as such there were periods when bookings were a bit thin on the ground.

Moreover, to make matters worse my car had given up the ghost so getting any where with an 18 month old baby was missions – fuck the buses then, and fuck the buses now.

However, Tony also had a bit of a problem at this time because he was 4 or 5 months into a one year driving ban after being caught over the DD limit.

Well I say a problem but it was more of an irritation really because to give him his due, Tony still worked on building sites himself two or three days a week – albeit only on small jobs usually – for which his Foreman, Paul would take him to and from, whilst the other two or three days he would spend working in his office which required no transport.

Therefore the irritation only came about when either Paul couldn’t drive him – Tony had big jobs in Essex, London and Kent which Paul had to pay a daily visit to – or when he had a business meeting, which is why he let me have one of his Astra vans to use; the deal being that I could use the van as my own but I would have to drive him to these meetings as and when, for which I would also receive a “drink” obviously.

Course on the (few) occasions when Paul couldn’t pick Tony up and bring him home, I would have to do it – which usually meant that I would end up working with him for the day… For which I obviously got paid of course.

And that is how I ended up working in the Cabinet Offices for 3 or 4 days.

PHOTO: The Cabinet Office that I worked in for Tony (ringed in red) and its proximity to the Masood Mayhem

Now, this was right at the arse-end of the Cabinet Office job and just involved finishing off a bit of skirting board here and there, replacing the light switch & plug socket fascias and fitting any new door handles that hadn’t been done yet.

Course, although the building was still only partially occupied security was still tight – in case we decided to plant a bomb or something I suppose.

This meant that Tony had to be given security clearance, as was his foreman Paul.

Now the way it worked was there HAD to be someone there with security clearance (either Paul, Tony or another couple of Tony’s men who I never met) for as long as whoever else was working there was on the premises, which meant that they would all enter together in the morning and sign in.

However, as you can see from the above photo, the Cabinet Offices are not particularly big so there was never an army of us which meant that once we were signed in we could nip in and out to get a drink or whatever with just a nod to the downstairs security guards without having any drama getting back in.

Course, that was just as well since security was proper, proper tight on Whitehall way before 1997 because of the IRA *big yawn and all that nonsense. This meant that we couldn’t even park up outside the job to off load our tools without a squad car pulling up to see who we were going to bomb and as such everything had to be carried from the underground car park that we used, which was just up past the Houses of Parliament – £16 per day (8 hours): What a fuckin’ liberty and I hate to think what it would cost now to park there.

Nevertheless, the Cabinet Office is almost opposite the Treasury Building and whilst I was up there with Tony for those 3 or 4 days, he told me that he had a job to do over there, which was due to start sometime in the near future.

Moreover, he wasn’t best pleased about it because it was looking increasingly like he would have to be the one on site since Paul and the other two with security clearance had all the other jobs – far and wide – to visit.

Now, although the job in the Treasury Building was only scheduled to last around two weeks, the fact of the matter was that whilst Tony might well have been happy to muck in 2 or 3 times a week on the small local sites, the Traffic in London was an absolute fucking nightmare – and must be even worse now – so he didn’t want to do the 5.30 AM set offs from home and then be forced to stay there all day… And besides, he needed to be in the office at least a couple of times per week.

Furthermore, it wasn’t the nicest of jobs – in fact to a qualified 1st & 2nd fixer Carpenter like Tony, the job could have been described as mind numbingly boring.

You see, how the job had came about was; a few months previous there had either been a fire in the Treasury building or there had been a crane there for some reason  – I’m pretty sure it was the latter – and when the vehicle (which ever it was) had put it’s hydraulic stabilizers out, the ones that were sat on the pavement had started to disappear into the ground… Or to put it another way, the Treasury Building goes down below the ground for fuck knows how many levels whilst at the same time spreads out beyond the external walls of the building that you see above ground, thus the pavement in effect forms the basement roof.

Course, when the Treasury was built they didn’t have great big fuck-off fire engines or cranes that required hydraulic stilts to keep them from toppling over and as such, the weight on the stilts had started to collapse the basement ceiling.

Therefore, it became a concern that should there ever be a major fire or what not, requiring one of those big rescue fire engines to attend, they would be fucked because they wouldn’t be able to get close enough to the building for fear of ending up in the basement.

However, the saving grace was that the basement rooms around the perimeter were no longer used and none of the basements below that were used at all – as far as we knew anyway.

Therefore the plan was for a team of 4 or 5 men to pin half inch thick sheets of ply to the underside of the basement ceilings directly under the pavement using acroes (adjustable metal props), spaced a foot apart from each other… Mind you, fuck knows how they were going to get the acroes offloaded at the building with the over zealous plod…  I never asked.

So anyway, come the end of this conversation and Tony casually says – all innocent like, as if he had just thought about it “ere, if I get you security clearance, you could run the job for me couldn’t you”? 

To which I just as casually replied – all innocent like, having really just thought about it“What with my past! You got no chance of them giving me security clearance”… And that was the end of that, until one morning a month or so later I went to pick Tony up only to find a bright red MG Metro sat on his drive, which he beckons me over to have a look at and ask me what I think.

PHOTO: The Treasury Building (circled)

Now, although the car wasn’t in bad nick it was far too old and shabby for Tony to buy as a runaround for himself (He had a Cosworth sat in his garage doing nothing). And Tracey – by then his 2nd wife, hence I can only remember her as Tracey Spicer – would not have been seen dead in it.

So I asked him if he had gone bankrupt or something, to which he replies that he had bought it for ‘him and the lads to go up to London in for the job under the treasury building‘… Except Tony had no intention of going up to London to do the job and as such says to me that if I run the job for him he will make it financially very worth my while – also adding that when the job was completed I could keep the car… Whilst emphasizing to me that he only had a couple of months left on his driving ban and when that was up he would need his van back.

Well I would” I replied, “but I don’t have security clearance Tony, you know that“, which was genuinely the case since the only real draw back for me running the job would be that I would have to stay at my Mothers house for the 2-3 week job duration so as she could look after Stacey for me while I was up there.

To which Tony replied; “that’s not a problem Chrissie boy“, with the biggest Spicer grin possible.

You see, at that point Tony had never so much as stepped foot in the Treasury Building (as he had left that all to Paul to deal with), which unlike the Cabinet Office had multiple entrances, with a lot more security guards than the likes of old Horace & Maurice over the road in the Cabinet Offices, making things a lot more official like and the security guards much more stand-offish.

Moreover, the building (unlike the Cabinet Offices) was fully occupied with people coming and going all day long – not that we would see any of them from where we were going to be stationed.

Therefore Tony’s plan was for me and the two other fellas starting the job with me (later to become three) to meet Paul on the first morning up there in the underground car park located on the opposite side of the road to Westminster Palace, from where we would then all hike back to the Treasury Building to sign in.

Course, Paul having security clearance – which back then was just a document with a persons personal details on, along with the reason that they needed to be in the building and with which you might also be asked to provide your own proof of who the document said you were – was enough to get us all signed in, but this was to be the one and only time that he would be there apart from if I needed him to get me something for the job or if we hit up on any problems.

Therefore, as Paul explained at the security desk who we were and why we were there as he handed his security clearance to the guard, he added that although he was in overall charge of the job, he would only be there for an hour or so that day, whilst stressing to the fella in uniform; that by him (Paul) leaving us there alone, there wouldn’t be a security issue because “Tony here also has security clearance… At which point I was to also hand over my security clearance… Made out in my newly adopted name of Anthony J Spicer – which was all obviously done in order to test the water and to give the guard an opportunity to look me up and down.

PHOTO: The red line indicates roughly where the outer basement walls are and for some reason unbeknownst to me, we only had to shore up the the basement ceilings within the area of that red line.

And from that day to the last I never once had a single problem getting me and the lads signed in and indeed by the time we got round to shoring up the rooms under King Charles Street (the final week), we had started to use that exit at dinner time or when nipping out for a drink, because all the shops were up towards Trafalgar Square.

This in turn led us to becoming quite friendly with the security guards on that exit and when I told the chief that it was costing us £16 a day just to park, he was shocked that I hadn’t said so before and allowed us to park the bright red MG Metro in the circular, center car park for fuck all… Shame that there was only two days left on the job by then.

However, there was one sublime moment during the course of the Job when Tony dropped in with Paul to see how the job was going and had to sign in under an assumed name since I was already signed in as him… So he signed in as Christopher Spivey.

Now interestingly enough, although the basement appeared largely empty (least the rooms we had to be in were), we did find some printed pamphlets from WW2 (warning of the need to not have your car lights on when driving at night and shit like that).

And then there were all these staircases dotted about leading down to locked doors with signs on them stating that “Unauthorized Access Is Forbidden” and “Strictly no entry for unauthorized persons“… However there were other staircases with doors that were not locked which just had “No Entry” signs on them… Which with my naturally curious nature, obviously translated to me as; “oh alright then, go and have a quick butchers, but be swift about it“.

Now the thing is, these unlocked doors led into a big room like area with entrances to a number of seemingly endless passages which we gingerly edged our way down in the spooky pitch blackness, cept for the occasional flicking of our lighters just to make sure that there was no Monsters immediately ahead.

Mind you, it was impossible to keep track of which direction we were heading in and eventually every passage that we edged down ended up as a dead end with a brick wall blocking us going any further. However, it was quite obvious that these brick walls were an awful lot newer than the building was, so quite where these passages led to on the other side is anyone’s guess.

And there were also plenty of staircases dotted about leading to doors opening onto another staircase leading down to what I imagine would be another (lower) basement, to which all the doors were locked and adorned with the more serious type of no entry sign.

So, that means that there are at least 3 basement floors – some of which contain fuck knows what – under the Treasury building to my certain knowledge, with blocked off passages stretching way beyond the basement perimeter walls and leading to fuck knows where.

Now apart from me reminiscing, the point of that story was – as I mentioned earlier – to tell you that I know for a fact that driving anywhere around Westminster on a Monday to Friday between 8 AM and 7 PM is impossible to do at more than a stop-start-queue-snail-pace. And I will also point out that there are also multiple spy cameras literally everywhere your eyes look.

Moreover, the place is literally swarming with plod, many of whom carried firearms – even back in 1997 – especially at the gates of Downing Street and at the gates and entrances to the Houses of Parliament.

Course these days it’s all about making women macho whilst portraying fellas as Daisies… Which to be fair an awful lot of men are.

The bird on the right looks right at ease holding that machine gun… In fact I bet she could strip it down and put it back together in fuckin’ seconds… Although there would probably be bits & pieces going everywhere – sloppy seconds I suppose you could call it.

But even so, I can’t imagine many men wanting to go sloppy seconds with her.

Even if she does moonlight as an actress.

Also be aware that the bird in the tracksuit has a very, very photoshopped face.

And despite appearances the photo wasn’t taken on the day of Masood’s Mayhem… It was in fact taken on the 29th of March at a tribute to the Metropolitan Police for how well they handled Masood’s Mayhem… Nothing like blowing your own trumpet is there?

Yet a tribute to the wholly corrupt shower of shit is not a tribute… It is an absolute piss take.

Course, the question is: Are these real coppers out to deceive for gain or are they actors playing a part?

The same of which applies to the male plod:

You see, the Mush with the beard also plays the part of ‘Scaffolder, Danny Smith‘ – the fella who claims that Mad Masood sliced his nose in half and split his tongue back in the day:

Isn’t it strange how many photos there aren’t of Massood and the only decent one (seen above) has been taken with one of those ‘fish-eye‘ type camera lenses, thus horribly distorting his face?

Smith doesn’t look any the worse for his catastrophic injuries does he? Especially since he claims that he needed plastic surgery.

Nevertheless, when you put Smith side by side with the machine-gun toting Bacon-Bugger you get the following:

Check out the ear and take no notice of the tattoo on Smith’s neck as they are randomly added or if needs be easily hidden with photo paint – the case being in this instance is that Smith’s tattoo is fake hence the lack of any stubble on it.

As for Armed Police Orifficer Smith’s partner in crime, well it is interesting that on the 24th of March – two days after the shooting – Prince Buggerlugs AKA Prick Charles, affectionately known as Dobby by no one but me, visited some of the ‘victims’ (strangely not filmed on video) at Kings College Hospital… The hint from the press is in the hospital name of course.

The following is a screenshot of the [Spy controlled] Telegraph’s article reporting on that visit:

Okay, now I will admit that I may have accidentally altered some of Prick Charles’ features in the photo… But not by fucking much.

And of course Dobby had bodyguards present with him at the visit which I find strange given the fact that we all supposedly adore him (at least according to the press we do), and he is portrayed as a military man with a row of medals longer than your lower fucking arm.

Nevertheless, Dobby’s man looks very much like the other armed copper in the photo with Smith.

And once again, the copper has a very [badly] photoshopped nose… Now why would that be?

Course you also need to ask yourselves just why the video footage taken by an officially sanctioned film crew is of such shite quality.

Moreover, the fraud plodman is in all probability 44 year old Mark Haikin – one of the many fake witnesses to the hoax who appeared in the press and on the TV news and is seen here in the comparison photo below.

And now that the copper’s photo is enlarged it is easier to see where the slight alterations have been made to his boat-race.

Mind you, a couple of days earlier Big Ears had been in the newspaper reporting on some visit or other that he had made to somewhere of no interest to anybody. However the [hidden] purpose of the article was obviously to show what a great King he would make, as he cast aside royal protocol and let a couple of children (boys) give him a hug… Least that is how the Chimp described it.

Although looking at the photo you have to ask yourself who hugged who and who is enjoying it more… Just sayin’.

Course, those Bacon Buggers above are not the only ones doubling up in this fraud.

For example take a butchers at these four brave Trotters in the photo below, bravely crossing the Westminster Bridge on the day after the ‘atrocity‘ – in defiance of Terrapinism.

And in particular pay close attention to Sgt Porkchester Pigg (second left) because he too played a witness to the fraud.

Course, as is real life; one day you’re a Sargent the next you’re just a Cunt-Stable.

But I am getting ahead of myself so more on these actors later.

Now, not even the far-fetched Sun Newspaper (hence forth referred to as the Scum) was wearing the Metroplod’s claim that Terrapin, Khalid Masood was travelling across the bridge at anywhere up to 76 MPH, and instead attributed his speed to being 50 MPH on average.

Nevertheless, the Scum have still stuck by the Metroplod’s official timeline of 82 seconds – start to finish – allocating 30 seconds of those to the bridge crossing.

Likewise, the Spy owned Telegraph Newspaper amended the Metroplod’s 76 MPH to an average 40 MPH, whilst also allowing a 30 second bridge crossing, yet they too still stuck to the 82 second overall time of the “attack“:

It was just after 2.40pm that Ajao, in the grey Hyundai Tucson 4×4, appeared on the eastern approach to the bridge, two large kitchen knives by his side. He mounted the pavement, reaching more than 40mph, and would take 30 seconds to cross the 250-yard span of the bridge. Source

Mind you, the Shit-Rag is actually also wrong about the bridge span being “250 yards” long (228.6 Meters), since it is actually 252 Meters long – albeit Wikipedia has the length down at 250 Meters.

So – in order to be fair for the next point that I am going to make – we will take Wiki’s 250 Meter guess as our benchmark, thus only making the Telegraph 70 ft out in their estimation.

Mind you, I must point out first that with the Met having Masood (named after the EastEnder’s postman so as the brain-drained public will remember him) doing 76 MPH across the bridge, the Scum having him doing 50 MPH and the Telegraph having him zooming at 40 MPH, I am not altogether sure how all three still managed to come up with an overall 82 second timeline, but there ya go.

Nevertheless, for Masood to have cleared the crowded bridge in 30 seconds – knocking over at least 50 Serfs Smurfs in the process, if ya buy into the official bollox – all 3 Bastions of the Truth must be miles (per-hour) out in their calculations… see what I did there?

Course, this would be a deliberate mistake on their part because to travel 820 feet (250 M) in 30 seconds, Mad Masood would have been roughly averaging a super-scary speed of 18 MPH.

Indeed, I arrived at that 18 MPH figure based on [the approximate] converting of MPH to FPS (feet per second), which is calculated by dividing the MPH by 2 and then multiplying by 3 Source.

Therefore 18 (MPH) ÷ 2 = 9, then multiplied by 3 = 27 (FPS). So, just to clarify for the thick-fucks: Someone travelling at 18 MPH will cover a distance of 27 feet every second.

And since – we are told –  it took Mad-Max 30 seconds to cross the bridge, we times 30 by the 27 (FPS) which gives us 810 feet (the bridge is 820 feet long according to Wikipedia and 827 feet long according to other sources), whereas 19 MPH would take the distance traveled over 30 seconds to 855 feet:

The new [Westminster] bridge that is still there today is 827 feet long, and built of iron. It has withstood everything the city has been able to throw at it, and shows few signs of aging. Source

Course, as I pointed out earlier getting hit by a two tonne motor at 76 MPH is certain fucking death, whereas on the other hand, getting hit at 18 MPH by a two tonne motor is going to give you a nasty bruise.

Fuck me, it’s no wonder that the Westminster Bridge is also known as the Bridge of Fools:

The new bridge at Westminster wasn’t funded in the typical way (with private enterprise and tolls); instead, money was raised via a then-fashionable ‘lottery’.

Lotteries at the time were subject to abuse and fraud: some even saw them as being immoral, and a threat to society.

This lottery funding led Henry Fielding to dub the new crossing ‘The Bridge of Fools’. The name stuck as the bridge’s construction dragged on much longer than planned.

Mind you, if you ask me it ought to have been called the Cock Bridge. I mean have you seen what happens to the pavement when the sun shines?

You couldn’t make this shit up!

But anyway we now know that the speed Mad Masood was travelling at wasn’t fast enough to kill anyone, yet we are being told to believe that 4 people were killed on the bridge (or just after it at the point where Mad Masood crashed) and up to 50 people were injured – some critically.

The following is from the Daily Chimpanzee AKA the Daily Mail  and from this point forward referred to as the Chimp:

It is worth pointing out – since I am sure that there will be people reading this who don’t know – that all of the British news media is owned & tightly controlled by the elite who use it as a propaganda tool and for the manipulation of public opinion or the spreading of disinformation.

The two biggest selling British Newspapers are the Scum and the Chimp – in that order – and are known for their blatant lies… Dog knows, they have told some whoppers about me in their time.

However, before we look at the victims let’s have a look at the timeline of the attack which has now been officially clocked at a starting time of 2:40:08 PM:

You see, my problem with that timeline is that the Chimp Online PUBLISHED its first article on the event at 2:43:53.

Or put another way, The Chimp had written and released its first article about the unfolding drama just 2 minutes and 54 seconds after the 999 switchboard had put the first emergency call through to the police.

And although the article was updated at 5:37, it is safe to assume that by then (nearly 3 hours after the fact), the Monkey-Boyz would have been aware that there was only one “attacker“, not two – note “attackers” and not “terrorists“.

Therefore it is safe to assume that the headline is the original one published at 2:43 PM and was not amended when the article was updated at 5:37 PM, even though it was updated again the following day when the headline was most certainly changed:

I also noticed that despite amending the bullet points, they still had not altered Masood’s identity being as not only was he born in England – making him British – he was half-caste with a white mother and black father… Or put another way, there was nothing Asian about him at all.

Nevertheless, the time of the original article – especially given the headline – begs the question as to how in the name of fuck was it possible to come up with those details approximately 3 minutes after the attack began and a mere 2 minutes after it had ended?

Moreover, the Monkey-Boyz beat the Associated Press to it by 6 minutes, and the Press Association by 10 minutes – both of whom are usually the main source feeds of all news for all of the British newspapers.

Certainly smells a bit fishy doesn’t it?

There were also glaring anomalies posted on Twitter:

Now this is a screenshot that I took from footage of the ’live’ BBC news, who were covering the terrapin incident… Much quicker than you would have thought possible to be honest.

You see the time of that ‘live’ reporting would have been approximately 2:50 PM (22nd March 2017 obviously) – less than ten minutes after Masood had been shot dead.

The live stream was coming from a helicopter showing parliament and Westminster bridge from the air when the BBC posted the (above) tweet over the top of the footage.

And as you can see, the time that the tweet appears to have been originally posted by the BBC’s Political Editor was 7:44 AM that morning (22nd March), which in theory would be impossible since it would have been sent 7 hours prematurely of the attack taking place.

However, I do not understand the (apparently complicated) workings of Twitter timings – or so I’m told – with some ‘helpful‘ people telling me that the time shown on the tweet would be American time + 1 hr (Twitter is an American Corporation)… Which to me sounds like a proper crock of shit, but what do I know.

Well actually, I do know that when I post a Tweet or People Tweet me or I see Tweets that have recently been posted by others unconnected to me, the time on them is ALWAYS in Greenwich Mean Time without any + hrs added on.

Therefore, if the BBC’s Political Editor – Laura Kuenessberg – had just posted that Tweet – say at 2:44 PM – from LONDON, then surely it should have shown up on the BRITISH BROADCASTING Corporation’s ‘live’ film footage of the event in ENGLISH time?

Moreover, it is strange that Kuenessberg did not tag the BBC Newsroom in the Tweet yet the BBC had picked up on it 6 minutes after she had posted it, a mere 2 minutes after the event was over.

I should also point out that Portcullis House (Where Kuenssberg posted the tweet from) is directly opposite where Mad Masood crashed his Hyundai 4×4 into the Westminster Palace wall.  It is also the building in which most MP’s now have their offices – what with Portcullis House and the Palace apparently being connected by an underground pedestrian walkway.

But in any event, the Tweet certainly needs investigating especially given the lack of traffic in the area at 2:44 PM and which in fact was far more consistent with early morning traffic that you would expect to see at around or before 7:44 AM. (see photo below)

PHOTO: The traffic situation around 10 minutes after the Masood Mayhem had ended.

Nevertheless, returning to those extremely suspect early articles published by the Chimp and you have wonder what is the point of the Chimp having an archive if what is kept in the archive isn’t the original news?

And neither can the super-speed with which that first article was written & published be attributed to senior Monkey-Boy, Quentin Crisp Letts who alleges that he was in the Houses of Parliament at the time of the attack.

Indeed given mind to the content in the above screenshot it is not unfair to say that it is an atrocious retelling of the events, coming from an experienced journalist – or any journalist for that matter.

I mean: “We heard this sound that sounded like a car crash“… Huh? Who the fuck is “we“? And instead of “sound that sounded” he should have wrote something along the lines of: “We heard a loud noise that sounded like a car crash“. Just sayin’.

Letts then continues: “Then we saw a thick set man… “. Again, who the fuck is ‘we’?

And worse still: “This man had something in his hand. It looked like a stick. He was challenged by two policemen. The policeman fell down“… Which makes no sense whatsoever. I mean, did PC Twinkle-Toes trip? Did he faint? Was he ‘sticked’? And what was the other plod with him doing while all this was going on?

However, do keep in mind those ‘two challenging policemen‘ for later reference.

The hack then goes on to say: “We could see the man in black moving his arm in a way that suggested he was either striking or stabbing“… “We” again, yet Quentin doesn’t say if Masood was making stabbing motions through the air or into PC Sure-Foote’s body… Or even if he was stood over PC Twinkle-Toes stabbing him for that matter – the useless wanker. Although I strongly suspect that he was being deliberately evasive.

Yet Lett’s get no credit for writing the bullshit article which he would certainly have done so even if he had only dictated the events over the phone… In fact I did notice that Chief Monkey, Martin Robinson was given a writing credit on the third edition of that lightningly quick delivered article.

And besides, for Lett’s to say what “we saw” what took place he would still have been in no position to see what took place on the bridge and as such those details could not have come from him… Which is very fucking strange indeed, although he could have at least put his colleagues right on the number of attackers involved.

However, there are more clues to the action taking place sometime outside of the official time-line. For instance the following report on one of the obligatory vigils that have to be held after each one of these government hoaxes:

2:15 pm ???

The action didn’t start at 2:15 pm… Did it?

And on the 22nd of March at 3:18 PM – thirty eight minutes after the ‘attack’ had commenced –  Chief Reporting Monkey-Boy, MARTIN ROBINSON released his own article for the Chimp.

Now why on earth would our (at the time) unelected, transvestite, Prime Mincer have been “bundled into the back seat” of her car at 2:30 PM if the attack didn’t commence until 10 minutes later?

I mean at some point someone must have relayed that 2:30 pm time to Robinson – a traitor to his country & fellow man – for him to include it in his article… Chief Reporters do not make schoolboy fuck-ups like that.

And how the fuck does the Shit-Stain know that it was a “terrorist attack“? I mean fuck me, not even the corrupt Met had declared it such at 3:18 pm.

Rumbled Robinson then revises his estimated time for May’s evacuation to fall in line with the official narrative, namely 2:45 PM – although that revision almost doubtlessly came when the article was “updated” at 7:06 PM that same day.

However, that wasn’t enough for Robinson because he updated the article again at 11:33 pm THE NEXT DAY!

In fact why update at all? I mean why not just write a whole new article? After all, the Monkey-Boyz have been known to publish up to 700 articles in a month about an event, if they feel the need to push the subject.

But then again, to do so would leave their opening lies and bullshit open to scrutiny.

Indeed the first two must not have been exciting enough to Robinson’s way of thinking so he changed the headline and added to the detail. Yet strangely he didn’t feel the need to change the 2:30 PM time of action:

Course, this new melodrama wasn’t added until nearly 32 hours later… Unless of course he made another alteration along the way.

Yet even if the Yobbo-Robo did add the made-up old bollox in between the 2nd and final update he was still hopelessly wrong according to the now ‘official‘ timeline.

The “333” number obviously being significant… Yet by that time the action had allegedly been over for the best part of an hour.

But even so, you still have to wonder how Robbo and the rest of the Presstitutes got it so wrong? In fact the pond life had got it that wrong that they reported on Un-El-Tel’s departure before it had even fucking happened!

Course you only have to read the old bollox below to realise that the Monsters are pushing the agenda to make our MP’s  – of who only half of them actually exist – inaccessible to the public.

The article begins:

Which simply isn’t true:

PHOTO: Seconds after the attack the police are seen shutting the Palace gates.

The bullshit article then continues:

Now I will deal with the “unchallenged Courier” shortly but for the moment I want to get back to the point that I was making about the Monster’s not wanting the public to get too close to our MP’s.

You see, when the evil-parasites are sufficiently far enough away from us it will of course be impossible to tell our Michael Fabricunts from our Graham Allens:


And unsurprisingly Micky Fabricunt MP did his part to further the fiction:

I mean, as if there is ever a crowd of MP’s in Westmonster! They are all too busy lining their pockets elsewhere.

And although Fabricunt is obviously gay he certainly doesn’t believe in human rights for the masses.

After all, if he almost always voted for equal gay rights but generally voted against laws to promote equality and human rights, it stands to reason that he voted for the laws on equality but against the laws for human rights.

In fact Fabricunt’s voting history makes for good reading what with the war mongering, poor people hating, little turd obviously holding on to the belief that only the elite should be able to attend university. (see HERE)

However, in reality Terry May – who believe it or not, like Princess Diana, does not in all probability exist – was never in any danger.

Huh? You what Spiv? … You believe that Un-El-Tel doesn’t really exist”?

Yes I do and if you don’t I suggest that you read my article about Good Old Tel (found HERE)


PHOTO: The Mind Controlled, Actor/Prime Mincer, Terry May and the French Prime Mincer, Bernard French-Name, formally known as Henri Paul… Chauffeur to Princess Diana.

Henri Paul is of course a perfect example of the heights you can rise to if you give your all to the Monsters… Even though he is almost short enough to be classed as a midget.

Nevertheless and as I say, Un-El-Tel was never in any danger… Despite in theory she could have been in the line of fire… Had the modern day Terrapins been supplied with guns instead of knives.

Yet even if she was in the potential firing line, by the time she now ‘officially‘ left the premises he/she couldn’t have been in any danger anyway since the terrapin had been brown-bread for the best part of an hour. Not that the chemically-coshed-actor knew which car was hers in the first place… But I will deal with that later on.

Nevertheless, in that screenshot a little way up (and republished below for your convenience – don’t thank me) there is an accusation that the Palace gates were left open, unattended and vulnerable, whilst using the motorbike courier who turned up “three minutes after the shooting” to drive home the point – the inference being that the courier could have been a terrapin too for all that the gate-plod knew.

So for now, let’s fuck the official version off and pretend that Un-El-Tel was whisked away at 2:45 PM, whilst obviously ignoring that original, repeated departure time of 2:30PM.

Now wouldn’t the wheels be blurred if the car was “racing away“… Mind you, to be fair the press done fucking well to be all set up and ready to take the photo three and a half fucking minutes after the 82 second drama had ended.

Indeed they must be telepathic is all that I can say.

Nevertheless, according to the above screenshot the gates had only been opened to let an “official vehicle out“, after which they were left unmanned whilst those plods on guard-duty nipped off to help their dying mate – Who was the gate-guard-plod on duty… But ignore that.

And indeed, the Chimp snippet/screenshot feigns outrage that a motorbike courier turns up 3 minutes later and is left to enter the Palace Estate unchallenged.

Ohhh, but I can see all of this leading too much unnecessary spending of taxpayers money… There also appears to be an awful lack of activity going on outside the gates considering the alleged time and the fact that this is one of the main tourist heartlands in the world.

However, since we are told that the courier arrived 3 minutes after the shooting there must indeed have been a lot of faffing about since there are no armed plod to be seen in the photo above apart from the shooter and his two mates who appear to be stood admiring their kill.

Certainly there doesn’t look to be many people attending to “our hero” plod, Keith Palmer who was stabbed to death by Mad Masood.

Indeed if that was the crime scene 3 minutes after Masood had been shot that we see in the above photo perhaps the Metroplod bosses ought to liaise with the press who can apparently receive a report of an incident, grab the necessary equipment, make their way over to the scene of the crime and have their cameras set up and ready all within three and a half minutes… Fucking marvelous.

Nevertheless, to be fair the courier didn’t just actually ride through the gates like he owned the place and is in fact stationary in the photo… Although obviously that doesn’t alter the fact that the gates were [apparently] left vulnerable to attack in that period… Or could be misinterpreted as being “unattended” thus making them vulnerable.

Mind you, given the scene that greeted the courier, I too would be a bit reluctant to enter if I saw 3 mushes with guns stood over a dead body.

Moreover, we can see a plod closing the other gate in the photo… Which considering that they were only open to let an “official Vehicle out” – or at least they were according to the press –  it isn’t bad going considering what PC Gatekeeper has just had to witness… But once again, the point being made is that the gates were still left unattended and vulnerable to attack, prompting many calls for greater protection for our selfless, hard-working MP’s.

And then there is this none-too-subtle piece written by the Monkey Boyz.

Which is exactly the kind of exploitation that the Monster Minions would use when deliberately trying to start conspiracy theories.

Course, unlike 9/11 of which – according to George Wanker Bush – no one could have predicted terrorists hijacking airplanes to fly into tall buildings – cunt– the same cannot be said for the Westminster Palace gates:

What an amazing coincidence!

Now, before I go any further let me show you how those TWO sets of gates work.

I don’t half look after you lot.

Course, what the Chimp didn’t mention was the fact that the reason for the ‘In gate – correctly used by the courier – also being open had fuck all to do with the police-guard getting sidetracked after letting a car out… Of the wrong gate, I hasten to add… Now that may sound cryptic but all will be revealed shortly.

Yet the fact of the matter is that the gates are always open.

In fact I can honestly say that to the best of my recollection, I never once saw the gates which Mad Masood supposedly entered the Palace grounds through, closed when I was working up there or on any of the occasions that I have been up there since.

You see, in my experience there would more often than not be a car going in or coming out of the gates by the time that they were out of my view… And yes, I did take note because every time a car went in or out, I would look to see if it was one of the big-knobs.

However, in the whole 4 weeks or so that I was up there working in the Cabinet Offices and the Treasury Building I only ever saw one MP that I knew – although to be fair, most of my time up there was spent underground – and that was Margaret Beckett who I clocked in the back seat of a dark green Jag as it pulled out of Downing Street.

And I should also point out that the gates to Downing Street were always firmly closed as far as I could see – except for that one occasion of course.

Mind you, since at least half of our 650 MP’s do not exist – as I have just said – and those that do are all busy working a fiddle elsewhere, looking back on it now I am really not surprised that I only saw the one MP.

And indeed it is fair to say that it is easier to find photos with the Palace gates opened rather than them closed… Which you will also notice that portable railings are more often than not, used to stop people trying to walk through the gates, willy-nilly.

Indeed if the Westminster Palace gates were normally closed then the gate house a bit further in – which has those big solid metal barriers that are lowered into the ground to let cars drive over them – and the two lane barrier checkpoint would be pointless.

The two men-who-point-a-lot seen in the above photo look radioactive don’t they?

Indeed why the Monster-Minions insist on having these Men-Who-Point-A-Lot cretins present and repeatedly photographed at these fake events is beyond me… It really is.

I mean to my mind having them present at the crime-scene, pointing in every direction possible or having them filmed in a row down on their hands and knees takes away the little credibility that these hoaxes have… The Men-Who-Point-A-Lot certainly do not add any, that is for sure.

I mean take the mush in the above photo… Not withstanding that he must make the category of ‘Midget‘ he is wearing a space-suit, gloves, face mask and disposable boots on a crime scene that is more contaminated than Chernobyl.

Course, the rows and rows of crime-scene tape are another giveaway to a fraud and indeed haven’t been seen as being so randomly pointless and in such quantity since the Jo Cox fraud.

PHOTO: The Jo Cox Fraud

So no surprise when the useful idiot Brendan Cox was one of the first to tweet on the Westminster Bollox:

Mrs Cox wasn’t shot or stabbed any fucking times because she didn’t exist… Just sayin’.

Nevertheless, someone has to pay for the pointless chumps in the photos below:

I mean what in the name of fuck are they hoping to find? Masood was never on the Parliament Square green!

A complete fucking joke used to make the hard-of-thinking believe that the old bollox really took place.

I am literally cringing as I add these photos and if you cannot see the pointlessness of what the plankton are doing there then you are too in that hard-of-thinking group… And the answer to who is paying for these human Slugs to mug you off is: YOU ARE.

But I digress. So if I am wrong about the gates always being open (at least during the day) – perish the thought – and the truth is actually as the press claim i.e that the exit gate was only left opened because the Parli-Plod had just let an “official vehicle” out (of the wrong gate), then that would indicate that the car pulled out of the Palace as Masood ran in wouldn’t it?

And do also think on that despite the recent press claims, most of the plod around Westminster do actually carry firearms as a matter of routine… Especially with the fact that we are constantly being told that the chances of an imminent Terrapin attack are at critical level.

So, with all that in mind and not losing track of the Terry May emergency evacuation timeline either, have a butchers at the following screenshots taken from a video of the amateur dramatics, that I have compiled and which given the way that the video starts, you would be entitled to conclude must have been the precise moment that Mad Masood left his crashed 4×4.

Now who would that be because like I say; the car would have had to run over Masood’s body to get passed him, because at 19 seconds after the last shot was fired, Masood must have surely been on the deck.

And quite clearly the car leaving is not one of those things that you are supposed to pick up on as it is serious shit. Worse still – at least for the Monsters at any rate – if the car didn’t somehow maneuver around Masood’s downed body, then the car MUST have been waiting in front of the exit barrier when Masood ran onto the estate with all guns knives blazing.

Or put another way, Masood must have squeezed his fat arsed body around the motor… Although it is possible that the fat-cunt could have leaned on the bonnet whilst catching his breath, because despite the press trying to portray him as a super-fit bodybuilder, Mad Masood clearly was not.

Would’ja just look at the big fat guts on him!

Although as another aside, in the above report we have a clear example of what the Monsters are trying to achieve i.e get you to believe something that is the total opposite of what your eyes can see. And in this case it is the press telling you that Masood was a bodybuilder accompanied by a photo which proves that he clearly was not.

Therefore, for the 53 year old pot-bellied traitor-to-his-own-people to have sprinted from his motor to where the stabbing took place (around 265 foot), the eater of all the pies must have been fucking knackered… Especially since he ran that fucking fast that he wasn’t picked up on the film footage that the screenshots I have used came from.

However, there is a point that I need to clarify before I go on any further in order to put a stop to any arsehole troll-nonces desperately trying to discredit my work. You see, what you might not have noticed (although I dropped enough hints about it) is that the car comes out of the ‘Entrance‘ Gate as opposed to the ‘Exit‘ Gate that it should have used… Why would that be?

I mean the exit gate was open and nearer to the car than the entrance gate that the car came out of… In fact the car had to drive passed the OPEN exit gate to drive out of the Entrance gate.

But even so, there can be no doubt that the car came from the crime scene area – as any vehicle leaving the premises would have had to have done.

Now it is clear that after the fuck-up was noticed by the Minions, a damage limitation exercise was launched which saw an article written by a very senior Momkey-Boy released by the Chimp at 11:23 PM on the 23rd of March – the day after the attack.

The article itself asks questions as to why the Acting (literally) Metroplod Commissioner, Craig Mackey – who as coincidence would have it, just so happened to be on site at the time of the event – immediately left the Palace after the attack had taken place (82 seconds start to finish).

The article then goes on to speculate that Mackey actually witnessed the shooting himself – which given the location of the car and the timing means that he would most definitely have done so.

Also take note that no mention was made of the car being caught on camera leaving – despite the film footage appearing in the press long before that old bollox about Mackey was published… Which is as follows:

As with all police officers, I therefore had a duty to secure my evidence”… Are you getting that despicable old nonsense?

I mean, if what the fat arsed, fatter jowled Donkey is saying is true then all of those other plod who witnessed the ‘killing’ should have immediately withdrawn from the scene.

And with that in mind it is little wonder that the ultra vain, Acting Deputy Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police,  Mark Rowley subsequently took the leading role in the Westminster Am-Drams over Acting Met Commissioner, Craig Mackey… Acting being the operative word to describe the pair of criminals… Although you have to wonder if any of these senior-rwankers have permanent positions.

Nevertheless to be fair Mark Rowley did appear to do a Stirling job whilst posing model-like to deliver his updates on the Westminster nonsense.

He is in his fucking element look, standing there with one outstretched leg forward of the other… Yet in reality, Skid-Mark is anything but the cool, calm & authoritative police spokesman that he would have us believe.

You see, Rotten Rowley hadn’t even read the Westmonster script properly before facing the world’s press and made one almighty fuck up when asked by a reporter if [allegedly] un-armed PC Palmer (supposedly stabbed to death by terrorist, Mad Masood) was in fact armed at the time of his murder. And when Rattled Rowley confirmed that Palmer was indeed carrying a firearm, before almost immediately realizing his fuck up, his reaction is a sight to behold.

Now obviously the footage of this almighty fuck up wasn’t shown over here, but I still anticipate the video that I saw of Rampant-Rowley making a proper cunt of himself will disappear in the near future – if it hasn’t done so already.

Therefore I videoed the video for posterity… Watch and listen carefully

I can’t stop watching that… I fucking love it when the mugs trying to mug us mug themselves off.

And then there is this taken from a ‘live’ news-feed on The Journal website:

6:05PM · 22 MAR 17

Assistant Commissioner Rowley added:

“A crime scene will remain in place, and a painstaking investigation is taking place to collect all possible evidence.”

“Our strength as a city depends on our ability to stand together”.

“We have lost one of our own as he acted to protect the public and his colleagues.”

The officer shot was an armed officer tasked with protecting parliament, he said.

He said commuters should remain vigilant on their way home.

Now let’s just ponder on that sentence: “The officer shot was an armed officer tasked with protecting parliament”

I mean we all know that the press make things up but surely The Journal wouldn’t make that up? And then when you take into regard what Rowley says in the above video you can only conclude that somebody neglected to inform the second most senior policeman in the country that the script had now changed.

I mean if no one had informed Skid-Mark that the plod Palmer was neither shot nor armed a whole 3 hours & 24 Minutes after the event had finished, then it shows you that Rowley is nothing more than “a face“… A front man.

And as for the mug cunt trying to insult my intelligence – and anyone else’s in possession of at least half a brain – with his bollox propaganda “We have lost one of our own as he acted to protect the public and his colleagues.” Repugnant-Rowley can go and fuck himself because even if the actor Palmer had been real he wasn’t trying to protect the public… In fact as you will find out later; going on the video evidence Palmer was running for his life – and he lost.

Cheeky cunt! … Rowley, not Palmer obviously.

What’s more – as most of you already know –  in order to be in the ‘club‘ you have to compromise yourself. And as such I wasn’t surprised when Rowley turned up as an “Australian” tourist, recounting to the press the horrors that he saw on the 22nd of March 2017.

And that should be a matter of grave concern to everyone… And I am not even joking.


Honest to fucking Dog you people must love being taken for cunts.

Course all these criminal acts are why these Monster Minions are given medals that they haven’t earned and don’t deserve?

What truly great role models they aren’t!

Nevertheless, to re-cap we have here a scenario that sees Britain’s most senior police orrificer miraculously being at a place other than his office, at the exact time a terrorist attack takes place there.

More coincidentally still, the Top-Knob-Plod just so happened to be leaving the place of attack at the time that it happened, putting him right at the center of the action! Yet no one thought to mention the fact until a day and a half later.

That fact then becomes more curious still because the “witness” photographs taken of the actual shooting from the Palace windows – which were subsequently used by the press – had in them what must surely have been Mackey’s car leaving the Palace gates.

Yet instead of highlighting the issue they kept schtum about it and even cropped the photos in order to hide the fact before publication.

PHOTO: The car leaving the gates is not one of those used by the press… I wonder why?

Moreover, despite one of his orifficers being stabbed to death and another one of them shooting the attacker three times, Mackey thought that there was no point in getting out of the car to at least have a butchers, let alone take charge… Which would not have compromised his evidence in any way shape or form.

However, instead he bizarrely told his Chauffeur to “drive on my good man“, a mere 15-19 seconds after the 3rd shot had been fired and his fatally injured orifficer, Keith Palmer was still staggering around upright like a dying Swan… Are you having that old bollox, because I am fucked if I am!

I mean not withstanding the fact that he is fleeing the scene of the crime, he didn’t so much as even get out of the bleedin’ car.

Now take note that the following photos that you are about to see are screenshots taken from film footage of the attack, which I have had to go through frame by frame to obtain in order to show you the cars movement – which certainly would not have been picked up on by the viewer unless they were specifically looking for it.

I should also point out that I am going to deal with the actual stabbing of PC Palmer – who looks like he is on an invisible pogo stick – a bit later on, so for now all you need to know is that Masood is running forward at this point (proving that he ran past the car which was waiting to go) and is just about to get shot.

Therefore, with Palmer being where he is in the photo and just a second away from collapsing, whilst Masood is still running forward (as you will see when I talk about the stabbing) then fuck knows how PC Jumping Jack Flash had been stabbed in the first place!

Yet the fact remains that he must have been running away from the terrorist, which far from making him a hero, actually makes him a chicken-shit coward (something else that I will deal with further on).

Now the screenshot states: Sky News HD although they too must be having a fucking laugh. Especially since I have enhanced the screenshot as best as I can – which is certainly a lot clearer than it was.

Nevertheless, the photo shows the exact moment that Masood is stopped in his tracks by the bullets.

Now I’m not quite sure why, but we don’t see the second fella (red arrowed) – who is obviously aiming a gun at Masood in the above photo – in the photo below, but there ya go.

Must be a ‘hit n run‘ type of thing.

But then again don’t be expecting to see Fearless Fred Mackey mounting a challenge from the rear either because you will be very disappointed if you are.

However, from this point on the car will remain where it is for at least 15 more seconds… Which is a long time to spend twiddling your trotters in this kind of situation.

And down Palmer goes. Therefore the next screenshot must have come a second or two later.

Which makes it hard to understand why the copper seen putting his jacket on or tucking his shirt in or whatever he is doing, in the photo above this one, then goes to try and hide behind the outside intercom instead of going to PC Palmer’s aid… Who is most definitely not in capable hands in the above photo… As you shall also find out later.

Furthermore, it is strange that there is someone seen running over to the car in the top of the above photo… Not to mention damn lucky for him that he didn’t do that a second or two earlier as he might have found himself either knifed to death or shot dead by the fellas doing the shooting… Although the mere presence of that fella further goes to prove that the gates were not left unattended.

Mind you, I can’t understand why Masood didn’t attack that copper or the car occupants instead of carrying on chasing Palmer.

Although you do have to ask how the shooter-plods and the copper with them arrived so quickly.

Course the shooters are still stood with their guns trained on Masood in case he gets up after being shot three fucking times – that is to say that three bullets were fired anyway – although the copper next to them appears to be stood with his hands on his lard-arse hips talking to someone.

But then again the screenshot is hardly conclusive proof of course – given the [purposely] shite quality.

And the following is the screenshot in full.

Who knows, perhaps the coppers think that Masood is one of those British holidaymakers on holiday in Tunisia who can withstand being shot too many times to count… But I am just being sarcastic now.

Oh, and by the way the group filming in the lower left hand corner are supposedly boxers, but I will come to them when I tell you about the witnesses.

Nevertheless, the press were given an absolute cracker of a story to work with in regard to the fella who supposedly shot Mad Masood

And indeed that honour – at the time – went to MP Michael Fallon’s bodyguard… Although that old bollox now appears to have been quietly dropped.

And below is a photo of the Right Dishonourable MP Mary Mary Quite Contrary giving one of the many interviews that she gave calling for tighter security for herself and her fellow no-mark MP’s… Despite the fact that they apparently already have armed bodyguards.

Although fuck knows why she is giving the interview in front of a totally made up background… Or why she was standing around pretending to be with a film crew as seen in the photos below – although I must stress that I am not 100 percent certain that it is Bloody-Mary in which case we will blitz Creagh… Ha ha, blitz Creagh – bitzkrieg… I do make myself fucking chuckle. Although ‘only myself‘ apparently so here are the photos:

And to be fair, Bloody Mary wouldn’t be the first or last MP to be involved in this criminal caper.

I will also tell you that the RT reporter seen in the photos is Eisa Ali and he most definitely is in the proper thick of things.

Indeed, the fella that Ali is just about to interview – seen in the screenshot above this one – is also in on the fraud.

You see he is an RT colleague of Ali’s who was supposedly making a program at the time of the attack and as such is pretending to be an eye-witness to the attack… It’s just a shame that no one told him that he is at the wrong end of the set… Not that I knew that information at the time, you understand.

But anyway, I think that the pair were having some kind of laugh at our expense because every time that Ali began the interview he would grab hold of the fellas arm to shut him up, before turning to the camera whilst making out that he was taking instructions from a voice in his earpiece.

He would then nod his head silently every few seconds with a quizzical look on his face as he totally ignored the fella that he was about to interview.

Course I found that rather amusing although as I say, I wasn’t going to include it in this exposé.

However, since then I have come to realize that they are both in on the fraud, as you will see from the photos below taken sometime prior to the above interview… And as such, I wish I had paid closer attention to the footage now.

And even more so when I discovered that Eisa Ali took part in the Belgian International Airport fraud which [only pretend] happened exactly a year to the day prior to this Westminster nonsense.

Would ya look at the fucking ears!

And believe it or not, Ali just so happened to be in France when the November 2016 Terrapin Attack took place.

However, for now let’s get back to that car seen leaving the Palace gates seconds after Mad Masood had been gunned down – albeit not by the corrupt MP, Micky Fellon’s bodyguard… Probably.

The fella seen running to the car in our previous screenshots is obviously from the ‘land of the giants‘ and now appears to be holding out his arm for some reason… And why does the car boot look fake?

And this is the screenshot in full. Doesn’t knifed PC Palmer appear to have covered a lot of distance considering that he was supposedly stabbed at the gates. And of course Mad Masood was quite a good way behind him when he was shot?

There ya go, the ‘Giant’ opens the car door… Must be something to do with that “dynamic” decision.

Note that the car could have driven out of the [nearer] correct, opened exit gate but instead opted to drive past that in favour of using the incorrect, opened entrance gate.

However it has to be said that he looks like very poor quality CGI as does the car door given the apparent thickness of it.

Course, the reason for that CGI might be so as the scriptwriters can use it to help explain away why the motor drove off – if indeed it was the criminal copper, Craig Mackey’s  car… Although how the fuck they can realistically explain it away is beyond me.

Nevertheless, Mackey did have a fucking good go at it:

To date there has been no plausible excuse for Mackey’s actions – who MUST HAVE witnessed the WHOLE event – forthcoming.

Yet according to what “hero” MP Toby Elmer-Fudd – or whatever the fuck the criminal MP, Tobias Ellwood is called – told the press; he too was a vital witness… Although he managed to refrain from calling himself a fucking hero, but he did have plenty to fucking say – which kinda makes a mockery of Mackey’s claim does it not?

Really Toby Elmer Fudd?

Because I don’t believe a fucking word you say… And not just because our greedy, psychopathic, criminal MP’s do fuck all to help anyone.

I mean for starters the lying arse-wipe says that he tried to stem the flow of blood but declines to say exactly how he did that… Neither is there much blood around and you need to lose a hell of a lot before it becomes “too much“.

But what convinces me that he is a lying slug most of all is that the armed plod are all medically trained:

Authorised Firearms Officer are trained in all weapons issued to his or her police force as well as battlefield medicine, which includes the treatment of gunshot wounds. Source: Wikipedia.

Yet Elmer-Fudd is seen in [posed & faked] photos giving medical assistance to fellow “hero“, PC Keith Palmer whilst specialist paramedics stand around having a chat!

I mean here is Elmer trying to stop Palmer from floating away… I say that because if you look at the coppers shoes by the PARAMEDICS bag towards the bottom left side of the photo, it is quite clear that Palmer must not be on the ground.

I would also like to know how Tony Red-Trainers got his left foot between the copper kneeling on Palmer’s head and the kerb stone!

However, the scenario just carried on getting more and more ridiculous. Here, have a butchers:

I will show you close ups of this photo next but it is quite obvious that they are preparing to move the body away from the steps, presumably because Tony Red-Trainers – another “hero” who I will deal with later – has had to move after an epic battle to free his left foot.

The evidence to suggest that the group are about to move more into the open so as the Monster Minions can crowd more people around the non-existent body lays with the fact that the ginger haired suited fella is now moving the PARAMEDICS yellow bag out of the way – although fuck knows where the PARAMEDIC himself has fucked off to!

Mind you, fair play to the Minions, the copper about to shoot the hedge is a nice touch.

I mean c’mon! Look closely and tell me how there is a body under that lot?

In fact what are they even doing; as in what procedure are they carrying out to help save Palmer’s life?

That is your starter for ten and I want you to list the task each of the SEVEN actors around the body are performing… Although we already know that Elmer Fudd is stopping Palmer from floating away.

I will then be giving out bonus points to the first one who can tell me how in the name of fuck the fat bastard below is a real copper:

And looking at the trigger finger of the copper about to shoot the hedge, it was lucky that there were no more terrapins following Mad Masood because the cunt would never have got that elongated digit in place in time to fire the gun before the invading jihadists cut off his head.

I like the way that Tony Red-Trainers is reaching for the dirty old bandage that rolled over to him from the PARAMEDICS little yellow bag. I mean just what in the name of fuck is he going to do with it?

Mind you, Dead-Eye-Long-Finger has fuck all on his mate over the way who is making sure that Mad Masood doesn’t try any funny stuff after being shot dead.

Now that is what you call a finger.

Nevertheless there are still a few other issues I have with MP Elmer Fudd’s photo shoot. For instance, what happened to all the medical equipment already laid out on the ground for Palmer when the PARAMEDIC arrived with his little yellow bag… Or box… Or whatever the fuck it was:

I mean will ya just look at it all… Indeed they are only a defibrillator short of a hospital!

Yet when Ginger Pubes kindly comes to move the PARAMEDICS little yellow box, bag, whatever, while the medic is off on his lunch break, the other equipment is all gone… Loud Gasps please.

I mean it isn’t as if Mad Masood’s Mob over the way have nicked it… They have their own shit.

Which they used to amputate Mad Masoods legs with.

Mind you the ambulances haven’t even arrived yet so fuck knows where all the medical equipment came from… But that fact still doesn’t solve the mystery of who nicked all the medical equipment… If only there was a policeman around!

Course, I suppose that the air ambulance crew could have nicked it… After all they will nick anything if it’s not nailed down.

And while I don’t want to point the finger at anyone (as the two armed plods would put my finger to shame), the equipment was certainly still there when they arrived. But nevertheless, can someone tell me what is going on with the geezers arm that I have enlarged in the inset photo?

Mind you, you couldn’t blame the flying doctors if they did nick the medical equipment since the London Air Ambulance is a charity… Which of course like all big charities is operated by the elite, hence the Masons moniker on the Helicopter and the fact that they are happy to take part in this criminal enterprise.

Nevertheless, with the Paramedic popping off for a cheese & pickle sandwich and a couple of pints of lager, I would imagine that the air ambulance crew will take over from Elmer Fudd in trying to save old PC Palmer’s life.

After all, Toby Fudd did say that he only gave Palmer mouth to mouth and tried to stem the flow of blood – blow flow in other words –  until the medics arrived.

And to be fair those Air-Heads don’t fuck about:

The crew usually consists of one advanced trauma doctor, one advanced trauma paramedic and two pilots. There is occasionally an observer, who is a doctor or paramedic in training.

The team can provide advanced life-saving medical interventions, including open heart surgery, blood transfusion and anesthesia, at the scene.

London’s Air Ambulance was the first service in the world to perform open heart surgery (thoracotomy) at the roadside. The service has the world’s highest survival rates from this procedure in pre-hospital environment, with patient’s chances of survival rising from zero to 18%.

London’s Air Ambulance was the first service in the UK to carry a senior doctor in addition to a paramedic at all times, provide a 24/7 advanced trauma care outside of hospital, provide general anaesthetics on scene, and carry blood on board and administer blood transfusion on the roadside.

Key treatments further include surgical chest draining (thoracostomy), surgical and non-surgical Rapid Sequence Induction (RSI), pelvic splinting (crucial to prevent blood loss in high impact crashes and crush injuries), advanced pain relief and sedation. Source: Wikipedia.

In fact I bet that the fly-boy is saying to Toby & his Mugs in the photo below: “C’mon lads, push the victim over here and let the dog see the rabbit“.

And of course the Fly-By-Nights leapt straight into action.

After they had a cup of tea and what not… So, total, total bollox then.

Nevertheless Elmer Fudd was quickly rewarded for being a “hero”

And the cretin appears to have no shame whatsoever as he basked in the applause from other nonce MP’s.

In fact according to the Scum, Elmer fought back tears as Tranny May heaped praise upon him the very next day in the House of Conmans.

The following is from the Spy owned Telegraph newspaper.

They really are sick in the fucking head!

And neither was it just our nonce MP’s heaping praise upon the fraud cunt.

And there were many more like that, although these slug-mugs are awarded medals and what have you for fuck all – making them worthless.

I mean fake PC Dead Palmer got an award for running away:

The heroic police officer killed after confronting the Westminster terror attacker outside Parliament and the heroic passer-by stabbed trying to protect MP Jo Cox have been awarded medals for their bravery.

Their recognition came in this year’s Queen’s Birthday Honours list.

Police Constable Keith Palmer, who was stabbed to death by attacker Khalid Masood in March on the forecourt of the Palace of Westminster, has been posthumously awarded the George Medal for confronting an armed terrorist to protect others and Parliament.

Metropolitan Police Commissioner Cressida Dick said she and her colleagues were ‘immensely proud’ of Pc Palmer’s bravery.

Paying tribute, she said: ‘Keith acted that day with no thought for his own safety, intent simply on doing his job and protecting members of the public and Parliament. He paid the ultimate price for his selfless actions.’ Source

However unlike our perverted MP’s, at least those thick fucks who tweeted about Toby Jugg’s heroics have the excuse of not knowing any better.

And then there is the matter of Toby’s “brother Jon” who coincidence of coincidences was killed in 2002 by a terrapin bomb in Bali… Balicks more like.

In fact I would imagine that brother Jon and brother Elmer are the same person.

Certainly Elmer hasn’t aged over much when you look at the photo below..

Indeed I will go further still and suggest that Elmer Fudd – the MP for Bournemouth – is also the disgraced leader of Bournemouth Council, Cllr Stephen MacLoughlin who to his shame was caught with porn on his Council laptop computer… Not that these cunts have fuck all else to do.

Regular readers of mine will of course recognize the clues such as enlarged ears and shortened noses.

And they do in fact both look incredibly like one of the last “tourists” to have their photo taken with the now deceased, “hero“, Keith Palmer.

Furthermore I would imagine that the fraudster, Fudd is also shop-keeper, “Nigel” –  brought into the play act to give Mad Masood a past life.

And neither would I discount Elmer Fudd being PC Keith Palmer himself. Although I must stress that I am also not 100 percent sure about this one… It’s just something about the smile which makes it worth a mention.

And the above photo of Palmer is supposedly the last one of him ever taken… In fact the bird in the photo with him is allegedly an American tourist named Staci Martin.

Course strangely spelled names are common to fraud events and whilst I have seen the name Stacey spelled ‘Stacey’, ‘Stacy’ and even ‘Stacie’, I have never ever seen it spelled, ‘Staci’.

Nevertheless, our ‘Staci’ looks very much like Mad Masood’s ex-wife, Jane Harvey.

But I will deal with Ms Martin/Mrs Harvey later on.

Now obviously Elmer was also the darling of the Met after all that he did for PC Palmer… At least he was if the faked photos are to be believed anyway.

What a smug-mug-fucking-tosser!

And if the following photo is the best that the press can come up with for Elmer’s army career then his army career is as fake as what he fucking is.

And finally – at least where Elmer is concerned anyway – I feel that I should just point out to you, the Chimps gross hypocrisy.

You see, whilst the Monkey-Kuntz have been championing Elmer Fudd they have at the same time been busy scaremongering their readers about some bollox “legal high” named ‘Spice‘ that supposedly turns users into Zombies:

Shocking footage shows homeless people being turned into the ‘walking dead’ after taking the drug Spice.

The video, shot in Manchester city centre, captures disturbing scenes of people frozen like statues as the substance takes hold of their whole body.

The city has experienced a surge in ambulance call outs after users have fallen victim to the drug’s lethal side effects, with some left keeling over and smashing up their faces.

Meanwhile in Wrexham, north Wales, pictures have emerged of bloody needles and other drug paraphernalia discarded on a bus station floor, alongside images of people ‘slumped’ against walls and even a flower pot.  Source

Yet when it comes to Elmer Fudd tripping out on ‘Spice’…

The Monkey-Boyz turn a totally blind eye to it… Just sayin’.

But forget about shit like that because at this point I was going to try to squeeze in the bit about how the Paramedics first put Mad Masood into the ambulance feet first.

Before realising that the patient doesn’t go into an ambulance that way… And as such, they had to take Mad Masood off of the lift and turn him around (see photos below).

But then I thought that I best not tell you about that fuck up as we need to get back to the car drama.

Although the ambulance demonstrates how it would have been impossible for Acting Chief Cunt, Mackey’s car to have driven passed Masood’s body, and as such you now have proof that Masood MUST HAVE ran past Mackey’s car to have been shot where he was… Hence Mackey was present before, during and after the “attack” yet never once so much as got out of his motor!

And with that being the case, I best remind you that we were up to the part seen in the screen shot below.

However, the smudging around the edges of those people present in some of the screenshots that we have seen so far, indicates to me that they have been added to the photos. Therefore it is quite possible that no real acting out of the drama took place anyway.

See it? The smudging I mean.

Nevertheless, at this point the camera then goes haywire in the footage of the car leaving the Palace, almost as if the person holding it chucks the camera into the air and then catches it again.

Course, that sort of thing is common to hoaxes in order to hide something that you are not meant to see, which in this case is probably PC Palmer stand up and take his fluorescent coat off.

But obviously it takes a split second or two for the camera to refocus and as such the screen-grab above is the first one that I could take where it is possible of sorts to make out what is what.

There was also a lot more people running around once the camera had refocused albeit it went haywire and returned to the action a lot, lot quicker that PC Dead could possibly have taken his coat off… Which incidentally was never seen again and given the fact that they are fluorescent, cumbersome and dead easy to spot, makes that fact quite bizarre.

Worse still, by the time the gatehouse came back on the screen, the car had gone… As had all those legs that you can see at the top of the screenshot above this one.

And the barrier was now down.

Course, given the location of PC Palmer and his close proximity to the kerb/steps, the fella in the white shirt must be stood on him!

We also appear to be missing one of the fluorescent-coat-wearing Blobby-Bobbies… Quite fucking amazing the changes that can occur in a couple of seconds, don’t cha think?

Furthermore, what the fuck is that plod-twat doing walking along the barrier wall in the photo above? Indeed there is no reason whatsoever for him to do so! Wanker.

Mind you, I would imagine that the reason the mush is shutting the gate in the photo is obviously to try and convince us – should the need arise – that the car went out of that gate… Which obviously it should have done being as that is the exit gate.

However, keep all of that in mind too because I will be returning to the car and why I believe that it exited via the ‘entrance‘ gate shortly.

And at this point we need to return to the original footage of the car coming out of the Palace Estate that I showed you screenshots of earlier.

However – just so as you know don’t cha know – the bike courier rode up to the gate exactly 1 minute and 3 seconds after the shooting.

PHOTO: The last of the 3 shots fired was heard at 13 seconds in the continuous video that this screenshot was taken from.

Therefore it would be nice to know where the press got their THREE minutes after the shooting timeline for the courier’s arrival.

And with that being the case, along with the fella shutting the gate immediately after the car had left – thus, proof that the gates were notleft unattended – Despite the plod being short staffed at that point, it becomes increasingly obvious that the press are lying in order to further their Monster master’s agenda.

Nevertheless, when the car pulled out of the Palace grounds it swung a left which under normal circumstances the driver would have no choice but to do being as he would have been pulling out onto a one-way-street.

However, by turning left – if indeed Mackey was in the car – the driver would have been heading in the wrong direction to where the New Scotland Yard building is, albeit his intention would no doubt have been to go around Parliament Square after which the driver would have then gone down Whitehall in order to get back to the swanky new Met HQ.

Course, I say that the driver would have gone down Whitehall because of the traffic that would have been chaotic literally minutes after the fiasco had occurred – had the event been real. However, on any other day the driver might just as easily have gone down Victoria Embankment to get back to the Met HQ although he would still have had to turn left out of the Palace and go around Parliament Square..

Nevertheless, as I have already pointed out this area is an exceptionally busy one and traffic would have been chockablock within minutes were this a real situation… Which of course makes it harder to understand why so little traffic was passing the gates immediately following the shooting.

After all, despite us being told that there was quite a number of coppers patrolling the area as a matter of routine, they would not have reacted that fast as to close off all roads in the area a minute or so after the event had taken place… Coppers are mindless thugs and cannot think for themselves. They need to be told every little thing that needs doing.

And as we shall see shortly there was no traffic heading towards Parliament Square from the other way (the Abingdon Street end) either, immediately after the shooting – indeed if not before… Very, very fucking strange.

In fact there was that little traffic on the road outside the Houses of Parliament that people were just walking across Parliament Street without so much as even looking left or right.

Or even taking notice of where the action was at for that matter! Never mind the fact that a minute earlier people were seen running around screaming like Banshees.

Nevertheless, the Monster-Scriptwriters did have a half-hearted attempt at creating a traffic jam over on the other side of Parliament Square which in theory, around half of that traffic would have come down passed the Palace from Abingdon Street.

PHOTO: The half hearted attempt at creating a traffic jam on Parliament Square.

PHOTO: Half of the traffic around Parliament Square would have come via Abingdon Street.

But I will make mincemeat of that in due course.

So anyway, given the lack of flowing traffic and the obvious – albeit unexplained – need for Mackey to get away from the crime scene so quickly, you would have thought that his driver would have hung a cheeky right at the Palace Gates instead.

I mean by doing so it would have saved Mackey having to sit in the traffic queue that probably wasn’t even really there.

And indeed when you look at the photos of the car leaving the Palace grounds you would be forgiven for thinking that a cheeky right turn was indeed the plan which would also explain why the driver took the ‘entrance‘ gate out instead of the correct, nearer-to-him ‘exit‘ gate.

See what I mean? The car certainly looks as if it is going to hang a right turn.

Now at this juncture I will tell you that on my research-travels I came across a video uploaded to YouTube that was filmed from a dash-cam belonging to a motorist travelling around Parliament Square, allegedly around ONE hour before the Pantomime began.

However, I strongly suspect that all is not as it appears with the footage and as such I will point out the anomalies as we go through the screenshots of the journey.

Nevertheless, the footage starts halfway down Abingdon Street with his destination being Whitehall, and the film instantly makes a mockery of the lack of traffic that I pointed out to you three photos ago.

Now the screenshot above is where the video starts and as you can see the video counter is on 0.00. Moreover, the fella is stuck in a queue waiting for the traffic lights.

However the video counter is in fact conveniently hiding the time that the film was made, which after a bit of fucking about with the photo levels on my part now clearly shows the time as 14:32:11 (see photo below)

Which is just 8 minutes before the attack officially started and indeed if the early press reports were to be believed, 2 minutes after it had actually started.

Unfortunately I know fuck all about dash-cams so I suppose that his might not have updated from when the clocks last changed, which on the 22nd March 2017 would have been 30th October 2016 – making the real time of filming, 13:32:11.

However, the 22nd of March 2017 was just 4 days away from the clocks going forward so he – or she –  was a bit fucking tardy.

Nevertheless, lets have the next screen shot:

Now obviously I am not going to show you every single screenshot that I took but this one illustrates how conveniently Big Ben was nearly always just a tad away from revealing the time… Incidentally I take screenshots of film footage because it is easier to examine them and more often than not the films are removed at a later date.

And as the driver – we shall call him Frank – begins to move a police BMW 4×4 hacks past him with siren blazing. That Plod-Motor may or may not have been involved in the old bollox, but if it was I am fucked if I can find it… Yet.

And in the screenshot immediately above we see another Plod-Motor tucked away proving that they really are all over the shop in Westminster.

Twenty One seconds gone and it is very slow moving… I will now remind you of that traffic queue following the shooting.

But I think you will find that what we are witnessing in the above photos is just your normal EARLY morning traffic queue.

So back to Frank’s film and the next thing we know is, that Plod BMW that had been sitting in a forecourt on the left pulls out in front of him… Now interestingly this police motor, registration number: BX 66 HDK. with the 3 digit code: DNJ was very, very much involved in the later action. As you shall see.

Could that be why Frank let him out, so as eagle eyed researchers would clock it and as such there would be no shadow cast over the plod vehicles attending the attack?

Or could it be just a coincidence?

Nevertheless, we now see Big Ben properly for the first time. Do those hands look correct to you? I mean old Biggus Benus is not a fine, precision, Cartier watch with continually moving hands. Indeed its big hand only moves twice every minute (once on the 30 second mark and then again on the minute mark).

In fact the big hand is so big that you can actually see it clunk into place when it moves. And by the same token – although I do not know for sure – I would imagine that the little hand moves at a slower pace – probably once a minute.

Nevertheless, Big Ben is never wrong and as an instrument of time with set moves and the fact that the time is now 13:33:30 (or 14:33:30 according to his dash-cam), the little hand should look from this distance; half way between the one and the two… Just sayin’.

We are now 0:39 seconds into the footage and since we started at 0:00 when the time on Frank’s dash-cam was set at 14:32:11, the time on the dash-cam should now be 14:32:50 yes? Of course yes.

But it isn’t. In fact the time on Frank’s dash-cam is now 14:34:18… Not that he is cheating or fuck all. You see, every time Frank gets held up, the film fast forwards – which I suppose Frank has done to stop us getting bored to death.

What do you mean “you wish I’d do the same“?


Nevertheless, this means that in 2 minutes and 7 seconds Frank has moved the distance seen on the map below. However, I will also just draw your attention briefly to the tail-end of the passing van which is an ice water delivery van, which maybe something or maybe nothing… But worth keeping in mind.

And that distance should take no more than 10 seconds at an average 30MPH.

At least the time looks more correct now (see below).

The first photo of the clock face is taken at 14:33:34 whilst the other clock face on that 1st photo looks to have melted. The second photo of the clock face is taken at 14:35:09 (1 minute and 35 seconds later). Time must be going backwards if the little hand is anything to go by.

And as for the other face in the 2nd photo? Well that appears to read as a different time altogether, again going on the little hand.

Going round Parliament Square now and there is another stop for Traffic Lights. And there was me thinking that overall, it has been a nice clear, good quality picture when all of a sudden Frank starts fucking about with registration numbers and smudging faces out… Weird.

I mean take this photo for instance. Lets have a closer look to the right.

The pedestrians look like they are all on Spice! Although I can’t see if Tobias Fudd is there. Then again, it is clear that Frank has been doing a lot of playing about with the footage.

And when we look to our left:

We see this big long crowd of smudged up people.

Indeed they remind me quite a bit of the people in the following photo:

And if you look properly you will see that they are stood either side of the road… Like in Franks film in fact.

However, as the van next to Frank – from the boiling tap company – pulls away the ‘smudging‘ appears to decrease, yet in the Frank photos before this one, you could see writing on the van door.

Although it is hard to make out exactly what it says… “Miami” perhaps?

Yet in the photo after, it appears to have disappeared altogether… That registration plate looks a bit dodgy too.

And I will also point out that we have now seen Ice and boiling water vans – which still maybe something or nothing, but do keep them in mind since the Monsters live and breathe by numbers, logos and symbolism.

Course by the time that Frank gets round to the other  side, the cop car, red taxi and Boiling Tap van have left him standing. However, look how quiet the road is compared to all those people stood outside the Palace gates… Which you can’t see because they have been smudged to fuck.

Very strange when you consider how few people were stood outside the gates ‘an hour‘ later.

Must be the recession because it wasn’t like that two years ago… as you can see in the photo above.

Dead as a dickie bird for Frank though.

And as Frank turns into a curiously dead-quiet Whitehall (Downing Street is a maximum 2 minute walk away), the film ends.

However it has taken Frank just 5 seconds short of 4 minutes to get from Abingdon Street to where he is now and it has to be said that the traffic is a lot milder than it normally is. That fact in itself is very suspect and made even more so by the fact that the footage was [allegedly] taken an hour before Mad Masood did his thing.

Therefore I shall be returning to Frank’s video later on, but for now let’s pick up where we left off talking about whether or not Mackey’s car turned a cheeky (albeit illegal) right turn out of the entrance gate to Westminster Palace.

Now another reason for the car exiting via the entrance gate would be to avoid the action so to speak… Or put another way, to avoid getting in the way of Mad Masood and the Gate-Plod as they performed their amateur dramatics.

Mind you, it was handy for Masood that the barrier was raised making it one less obstacle to overcome. Yet with both gates open at the time you can’t help but wonder why Masood ran straight past the first one in favour of entering via the second… Weird.

Moreover, since this is undoubtedly a fake event it is indeed highly likely that the car driver did turn right at the gates in the safe knowledge that they were not going to have a head-on collision.

And as I say, by doing so Mackey wouldn’t have needed to sit in the traffic queue building up around Parliament Square, thus enabling him to go and check much quicker on how the actors on the bridge were fairing.

Course, whilst I am only speculating here the following photo taken on Westminster Bridge makes that scenario very plausible.

Although that motor looks to be covering another car next to it, or it is over-laid on top of another car to in order to hide something.

Or perhaps it is just the poor quality film and I am being overly suspicious.

And I will remind you once again that I am having to enhance – as best as I can – all of these screenshots of the early film footage, as quite obviously the Monster-Minions have deliberately filmed the scenes in Techni-Crap.

Now it goes without saying that the car in the above photo could be anyone’s but do bear in mind that if the event was real no traffic should have been able to access the bridge by the time that the film was made… Just sayin’.

Course, and as I have already shown you, the car did indeed turn left at the Palace gates… At least it did in the film footage.

However, I can also now tell you that the actual attack inside the Palace grounds was filmed at least three times (3 screen takes as opposed to 3 different cameras) – which I imagine some of you are by now already conscious of that fact being made obvious just by the photos that I have already shown you.

However, I will be proving that the grand finale was filmed 3 times beyond all doubt in due course – so if you hadn’t already cottoned on to the fact, then you will just have to trust my word for now.

And this is also where Terry May’s, ‘Escape to Witch Mountain‘ part of the play-act possibly comes in… And I stress the word “possibly” because it is nowhere near a given fact but cannot be ruled out at this stage.

Therefore you will hopefully remember from earlier that the first press reports had Un-El-Tel being hastily bundled away to safety at the impossible time of 2:30 PM.

That time was then [in part] amended to the very-highly improbable time of 2:45 PM – before the Metropolitan Police finally settled for the Satanic 333… Or as they put it 3:33 PM.

Now the following is a screenshot taken from a Chimp report in regard to the inquest held in the aftermath of the attack (29th March) and for the purposes of the timeline pay particular attention to the final paragraph.

Got that? The information is clearly expressed as direct quotes from a senior police orrificer and as such Terry May’s departure must also be subject to CCTV timings… Although all of the 75 CCTV cameras are switched off in Westminster:

A central London council has made the controversial decision to switch off its entire network of CCTV cameras.

Conservative-run Westminster City Council agreed the move at a cabinet meeting on Monday evening as part of an effort to cut costs.

It means all the local authority’s 75 cameras will be turned off on September 1 to save up to £1 million a year. Continue reading

But ignore that old fanny and instead I will remind you once again that 3.33 PM is now the official Met record of the Prime Mincer’s departure.

And of course, that fact makes those original 2:30 & 2:45 PM press reports pie-in-the-sky unless of course the attack took place around, say 2:15 – 2:25 PM.

Indeed the only other alternative – given mind to the quick release of the first article – is that the press had been tipped off before hand that the “terrorist attack” was going to happen which in turn proves that it was a government staged play act.

Yet by the same token the 3.33 PM timeline cannot possibly be correct either because it was reported in the press (with photos) that Terry May had left the building in an article released before 3:30 PM.

Unless of course – once again – the press were told beforehand that Un-El-Tel was to be bundled away from Parliament at that time… Again, information that unless the event was scripted (which it was of course) no one would have been in a position to forecast in the first place… Understand?

Of course you fucking do.

Now there is a video that at the time of writing can be found HERE, in which the Sky News reporter says the following:

Got that? Sky News reporter, Robert Nesbit stated that he had seen what he thought was the Prime Mincer leaving the Palace an estimated five minutes prior to mentioning it.

Yet the time of that live broadcast (14:52 in the screenshot) is just 11 minutes maximum after the shooting had ended! Which once again is fucking good going especially if he saw Un-El-Tel’s car leaving the Palace at the press-agreed time of 14:45 PM.

Course the wording that Nisbet uses gives SKY News a get-out clause, yet the article containing the video of May’s Jag leaving the Palace was published by the Daily Mirror at 3:26 PM on the 22nd of March. Or put another way, the article in regard to Terry May being evacuated from Parliament was published by the Daily Mirror 7 minutes before she officially left at 3:33 PM – as per according to the Met Police.

That Daily Mirror article states:

Theresa May was led out of the Commons chamber by the SAS and bundled into a waiting bulletproof car and sped away, after the Westminster terror shooting.

A British Special Forces team attached to the Police Counter Terrorist Command spearheaded the search of the House of Commons for any other killers and oversaw the Prime Minister’s removal.

The SAS team, based at New Scotland Yard, bundled her to safety, along with her usual security detail.

Okay, pausing briefly here before continuing with the article in order to raise an important point mentioned in the above:

How could the SAS – allegedly based at Scotland Yard – get to the Houses of Parliament and evacuate the Prime Mincer at 2:45 PM (let alone 2:30 PM), when the first 999 emergency call wasn’t made until [allegedly] nearly 2:41 PM… I mean, suppose that the SAS had been bumming each other or taking a dump or something?

Course by the same token, had Telli May been evacuated at 3:33 PM then there would have been no need whatsoever for the SAS to be involved.

Yet the fact also remains that we did not see any SAS enter the building to [presumably] evacuate Tranny May before 2:45 PM. Although I would imagine that this is them seen in the photo below.

In which case they are at least a minimum of 15 minutes too late.

And with that being the case you have to wonder why the supposedly ‘best of the best‘ would embarrass themselves by posing for photographs like they were on some kind of dangerous mission… I mean ‘Bold Finger‘ had already checked out the greenery seen above the pair in the photo, for any hiding terrapins fifteen minutes previously.

But Roger That – carry on the Daily Mirror:

Minutes after the attack a fast-travelling RAF Chinook helicopter crew at RAF Odiham in Hampshire was alerted ready to fly in and evacuate the PM from the capital in case of a second attack.

A government source confirmed the Prime Minister is “OK.”

I am fucking made up that ‘it‘ is okay… Sorry, don’t mind me. Although you will note that the press report states that the Chinook crew were alerted “Minutes after the attack“, which would be more in keeping with reality… Carry on:

Tory MP Andrew Bridgen said Mrs May was marched out of the Chamber by: “the biggest plain clothes policeman I’ve ever seen”

The Prime Minister returned safely to Downing Street to chair an emergency meeting of the COBR committee later. Source

Errr, since it definitely wasn’t the SAS doing the ‘marching‘ then surely Mr May would have been “marched out of the Chamber” by her own appointed protection squad, who would be ever present with the Prime Mincer? I mean what would the point of them be if some other ‘elite’ protection squad took over at the first sign of trouble?

Now that may sound as if I am being pedantic but since the quote was attributed by the press to the serving MP, Andrew Bridgen, then it is safe to deduce from his words that he was either:

  1. Talking bollocks. In which case why would someone in his position resort to lying for headlines?
  2. Deliberately lying in an effort to add further credence & drama to an event that he knew was fake.
  3. He rarely – if ever – sees Un-El-Tel, adding more proof to my claim that our Prime Mincer is a non-entity played by a series of actors playing the role of a figurehead for a British Government dictated to by the shadow-figures who really run the country.

And as such far from me nitpicking, I personally find all three of those possibilities grossly unacceptable.

Mind you, unsurprisingly Bridgen (there is a clue in his name as to why he was chosen to further the old bollox) is up to his neck in sleaze, has ears that put Prince Dobby’s to shame and HD photos of the criminal politician are in the minority… You can draw your own conclusions from the latter two points although the following photos are interesting.

And they all have dimples in their chin… Remember, only between two thirds to a half of our 650 MP’s actually exist, with the rest being played by those that do. Just sayin’.

Now, with the attack in the Palace grounds being filmed at least three times, that fact adds to the possibility that the car we saw leaving could have been the Prime Mincers. Hence when we saw the rear view of the car leaving the gates it looked to be doing so as if the driver intended to do a cheeky right.

Yet when we saw the car leave from a front view it definitely hung a left.

Which if that were the case, then the car we saw appearing to be about to do a right turn would obviously have been Mackey’s leaving to check on the bridge action.

On the other hand, when we saw the car in photos taken from the opposite perspective, we know for a fact that the driver turns left which could possibly be May’s motor on its way up to the photo shoot that we saw in all the newspapers.

And as such, what we were actually seeing was two different film takes made to look as one.

So with that in mind, I will now show you the screenshots taken of Old Tel being hurriedly bundled into ‘her‘ car to escape the danger zone… Although I should point out that this footage could have been filmed at anytime since the car park where Tel’s car is parked is pretty much hidden well away from prying eyes.

Well if they can take the piss then so can I.

Mind you, I didn’t see any SAS there either. But then again that could be to do with the very fact that they are SAS and as such trained not to be seen… Indeed this whole fiasco gets sillier by the minute.

And as for the actor walking passed and away from its “officially car” despite the motor being impossible to miss… Well that is extremely bizarre and at best proves that Tel cracks up under pressure.

Yeah but TM the PM didn’t leave via those Palace gates Spiv“! I hear you cry in unison.

Which going on what we are being told would indeed be correct… Although fuck knows where in the world Unison is… Probably in America.

But all the same, this next lot of screenshots shows the escape route that the Prime Mincer’s driver would have taken to avoid the attack area.

Indeed, if these ISIS terrapins were more organised and had launched a simultaneous attack at both ends of the Estate with a dozen or so of their highly trained 12 year-olds – as opposed to one middle-aged fat cunt – Terry Turbo and her handlers would have been fucked!

You see, there were still major hurdles to get over having reached the House of Gay Lords car park.

The alleged journey then continued.

My bad, the Back-up Range Rover is actually a Back-Up Land Rover… Which makes no difference to what I am showing you anyway and I only mention it now before some prat pulls me up on it instead of concentrating on what is important.

Okay, we now need to go back in time to the Car Park where Tel’s Jag has just pulled off and is heading for the first exit… Exciting stuff or what!

Now why on earth would PC Pist be told to reverse away from the exit that we were told the driver took and turn the car wheels as if to head out in the direction of the shooting?

I mean the Monsters do like to deliberately add these kind of anomalies as a means of starting conspiracy theories, being as there are always going to be mistakes made in these fake dramas anyway. In turn these mistakes will inevitably be picked up on by someone or other and cause controversy.

Therefore the Monsters add their own conspiracy theories, as doing so stops researchers digging too deeply and diverts attention away from how the show is really being run. Moreover they like these conspiracies to flourish as it keeps the nation divided. For example, how many times have you heard people tut when anyone mentions conspiracy?

However, the explanation for the Jag reversing and turning towards the normal exit – which like most of the Monsters explanations for their homegrown conspiracy theories are out there but tucked away – just doesn’t hold water.

You see, it is claimed by a ‘security expert‘ that the driver reversed and turned the car’s wheels so as to give him the option of either escape route. However, the jag’s driver must have known by then that the normal exit was a no-no and that the Lord’s end was not under attack.

And even had the driver not known, then why would he move to take the exit that he would normally never take – as opposed to the normal one – and indeed have to be stopped from doing so by the driver of the back-up motor?

See? When you think things through logically it really isn’t hard to cast aside what is bollox and what isn’t.

Therefore could it in fact not be a case of what I said earlier which saw Take 1 of the shooting appear to have been Mackey’s car – or at least the car of the fella running the show – doing a Cheeky right turn at the gates and Take 2 being Old Tel’s motor which we then saw from the front view turning to the left?

Course, some will then say that the car that we saw leaving the Palace appeared to be black (as opposed to TM’s silver Jag) and didn’t have a Back-Up motor with it.

And to that I would say that the film quality of the car departing the gates is so poor that for the Monster-Minions, changing the vehicle’s colour from grey/silver to black would be a piece of piss and indeed could just have easily been changed by the lighting alone.

I mean even Masood’s grey Hyundai 4×4 has been described by the press as being Black a time or two.

Could that be the back-up motor… Just askin’.

But there is more… There is always more don’t cha know.

And for that we need to go back to where we saw the Prime Mincers driver turn into Great Peter Street – although I doubt very fucking much that Peter was!

Nevertheless, Great Peter Street is located off Millbank, the name of the road that evolves from Abingdon Street (see map below).

Here, have a little reminder of Tel’s driver making that turn (below):

And let me also remind you of that Sky News ‘live‘ broadcast that took place at 2:50 PM – an unbelievable 9 minutes after the shooting had stopped – in which Robert Nisbet stated that he was pretty certain that he had seen Terry May being whisked away 5 minutes earlier.

Indeed it would seem that Sky News even had time to interview “eyewitnesses” who said that they heard “sounds similar to gunfire” close to the Palace – which to me suggests that they weren’t “eyewitnesses” at all… But in the grand scheme of things I really am being a bit pedantic now.

Nevertheless, you see that car in the far left of the above pic, with the 3 blokes wearing fluorescent jackets (film set security disguised as builders) stood in front of it?

Well that is the exact same car as seen in the photo of Old Tel’s Jag turning into Great Peter Street – as in the car that was made to look as if it was crossing the carriageway in order to turn right but had stopped to let the Prime Mincer’s car and Back-Up motor make their turn.

Therefore by the time that Nisbet is seen reporting in the above screenshot, the car – which I think is a Ford Focus or a Hyundai – had been sat there in the middle of the road for at least 6 or 7 minutes.

Moreover, given the apparent traffic build up that the car is causing and the fact that the road was not closed off with police crime-scene tape strung across the road when Tel’s transport turned into Great Peter Street – because her car didn’t snap it – yet there is clearly police tape in place 5 or 6 minutes later because we can see it in the above screenshot of the Nisbet report; in theory it is safe to assume that the Focus had been blocking the road before the police even turned up.

And since we can see a Taxi pulling alongside the Focus in order to also turn right (presumably the cabbie must have got pissed off with waiting behind the car), you have to wonder how Tel’s transport was able to turn into Great Peter Street in the first place since the Taxi would most certainly have been blocking the Jags path – what with Great Peter Street only having the two opposing single lane carriageways

PHOTO: The junction at Great Peter Street looking out on to Abingdon St/Millbank. Great Peter Street – despite how it may appear in this photo – is not a one-way-street.

However the fact that the taxi (which must be in the left lane) is alongside the Ford Focus and the fact that Terry’s Jag can also [somehow] fit alongside the taxi, logically means that the bus at the head of the tailback must have stopped an awfully long way back to let the Focus driver pull out in preparation to make the turn in the first place… And anyone used to driving in London knows that you never leaves large gaps because some cheeky sod will always use it to jump in front of you.

Therefore the matter of the car blocking the road needs looking into much deeper. But first I want to give greater scrutiny to the ‘live’ Sky News Broadcast given the amazingly quick time that it was shown, what with our most Senior-Bacon-Buggers being adamant that the main event STARTED at 14:40:08.

Course the fella taking no notice of the police woman in those screenshots is our old mate Bob from earlier.

Now a bit later on I also found more footage of the same ‘live’ Sky News report but filmed before the broadcast switched over to Nisbet – from which the next batch of screenshots are taken from.

And although the time located on the bottom left of the screen which is usually on show for Sky News viewers had been covered in this newly discovered footage – probably because the footage was a repeat showing later on in the day – it is quite obvious that it had been filmed a maximum five minutes after the Masood Show had actually started.

So Sky News really were quick off the fucking mark weren’t they?

Nevertheless, take note of where the little hand is on Big Ben’s clock face in relation to the number 3 in the above screenshot and then think back to where the little hand was in Frank’s video in relation to the number two and hopefully you will get the point that I am making here.

What’s more, notice how much traffic there is to be seen in the screenshots which makes the fact that there was hardly any traffic going past the Palace Gates in the film footage of people running across the road following Masood crashing his 4 x 4, all the more suspect… Not to mention Frank’s [deserted-road] film footage allegedly taken an hour before kick-off.

Moreover – and as I noted in the first photo above – it is also clear that eight or nine minutes after the event had taken place that there was still traffic moving onto and across the bridge.

However, if you hadn’t clocked that fact, take a look at the screenshots below… And by this time I had managed to find the original footage that Sky News had broadcast ‘live’.

And more evidence of the police having a large presence on the scene 8 minutes after the shooting can be seen in the screenshots below – although how they managed to get past all the traffic coming the other way, not to mention the 50 odd victims scattered over the road is a bit of a mystery.

So we now know that Sky News had a ‘live’ feed to the action a mere 5 minutes maximum after the shooting had stopped (2:46 PM).

And as a quick aside, if you look at the screenshot where I have arrowed the time showing at 14:49 (the 2nd screenshot up), that Panoramic view that you see is what the Sky broadcast had on the screen for almost the entire duration of the three minutes that it was shown (14:46 – 14:49), at which point the broadcast switched to the split screen that you see in the photo above.

Now that is an extremely strange fact which cannot go unmentioned giving mind to what was also going on inside the Palace gates at the time – not to mention that crowd of panicked bystanders running around in unison like some kind of scene from the Benny Hill Show.

In fact it is almost like Sky News had been told what areas they couldn’t film until the show directors were ready for them to show other areas in the immediate vicinity.

You also have to ponder on how Sky News had their camera’s set up, presumably on the roof of a building opposite the Palace within 5 minutes of Masood being shot. I mean the above scenes cannot have been filmed from a helicopter as the camera never so much as blinks… Unless of course someone like Super Prince Little Willie was at the controls of the chopper.

Yet even then you would have to ask how Sky News had put a big chopper & little willie into the air so quickly.

Nevertheless, there was actually a quick break from that panoramic view shown between 2:46 and 2:50 PM when Sky News switched over ‘live’ to the House of Commons to hear Deputy Speaker, Lindsey Hoyle suspend the House.

However, according to the official story Hoyle suspended the Commons at 2:55 PM, not 2:47 PM and as such Sky News done brilliantly catching ‘live’ the exact moment that the House was suspended.

Mind you, Hoyle is a proper dodgy character as you will already know if you have read my eBook called “Sick Benefit“.

And I rather suspect him of also playing the role of Dr Alistair Chesser in this caper.

Cheeser is reportedly the Chief Medical Officer at Barts Health Trust and was being interviewed about the ‘victims’ being taken to his hospital.

Nevertheless, the fact that the traffic is still moving onto and across the bridge ten minutes after the action had finished is made more suspect still by the fact that the Old Bill are already on the scene and they have a legal duty to secure and preserve a crime scene… In other words there should have been nothing at all coming onto or off the bridge at that point… Especially with there being up to as many as 50 people injured on the crossing… Although how 10 people injured jumped to 50 people by the next day is beyond me!

Now as we know, the Sky News footage went over to Nisbet at 2:50 PM replacing the face of Big Ben with the face of Big Bob on the split screen.

However, just so as you know, don’t cha know, the following screenshot is taken at the exact moment that the GMT moved to 14:51.

And armed with that information I can now use the video counter to work out the time of all that goes on for the next nine minutes of the fraud since the broadcast is a 14.05 minute continual live feed… Allegedly

Furthermore, since I know that the actors posing as those caught up in the drama by the Gates started running across the road to Parliament Square at exactly 2 seconds into the video showing the bullshit in real time (from which I took the screenshots that I used earlier) – and the fact that the third and final shot rang out at  the 12/13 second mark into the same footage (making the time exactly: 14:41:30 at that 12 second mark), I can now use the video counter to work out the timing of other ‘happenings‘ in that footage and cross-reference them with the events happening up at the other end of the Palace Estate on Abingdon Street and Millbank as per the Sky News video.

PHOTO: The actors started running en-masse at 2 seconds into the video. The only realistic, possible reason for doing so is because Mad-Masood had got out of his crashed motor and started running towards them whilst brandishing his knife – or knives as we were later told.

Now as I say, Mad Masood charging with his knife – or knives – is the one and only possible reason for the panic run since there is no sound whatsoever to indicate Masood crashing his “hired” motor into the suspiciously undamaged Palace perimeter wall at that 2 second point on the video counter… A noise you most certainly would have heard since you can clearly hear all three gunshots being fired 10 seconds later.

And to further back that claim I will remind you that the reporters inside of the Palace were allegedly first alerted to the drama unfolding by the sound of Masood crashing into the Palace wall.

Therefore, giving mind to all of the other noises that we hear in the video it is inconceivable that the camera wouldn’t have picked up on the noise made by the car crash.

Are we agreed on that? Of course we fucking are… The time then of that mad panic run MUST have been 14:41:20.

And besides, a car crashing into a wall would not spark a mass panic run blindly across a busy road would it?

Yet the fact of the matter is that I have watched this film footage frame by frame, time and again and can only conclude that Mad-Masood is the invisible man… He doesn’t appear in it which he surely should have done.

Or are we supposed to believe that the crowd of spectators to the crash only ran in panic once Masood had charged passed them?

And indeed back up at the Robert Nisbet end of things, the fact that it is all amateur dramatics becomes more obvious still by the police crime-scene tape strung across the road at the junction of Great College Street because as we have already seen, the crowds are kept back by another line of police-tape strung across the road just after the junction at Great Peter Street… That is to say that the crowds are kept back by this line of tape except for the actors playing spectators who are milling around in between the two lines of tape – which we will call ‘no mans land’ – along with the traitorous journalists & their camera crews.

Moreover, Nisbet states in the following screenshot:

Which is fucking good going by anyone’s standards since that would put Nisbet and his film crew on site at around 2:46 PM at the latest. Which is of course the same time that Sky News started live streaming their broadcast on the incident from Parliament Square, which in turn was just 5 short minutes maximum after the event lasting 82 seconds had taken place.

And giving mind to Bob’s statement about seeing Terry May fuck off would indeed back the timeline up.

Mind you, Nisbet does say that Sky News offices are on Millbank but even so the timing is still far too quick for them not to have known that the fake event was going to take place

Moreover, Bobby Nisbet isn’t the only journalist spreading & filming the bullshit as you can see in the above screenshot and in some of those found below… And think on, even in this day and age camera crews still have a lot of equipment to lug about.

Now I know that I am being a bit long winded at this point but what goes on here is an important factor in this fraud because what I am going to show you will blow the official timeline out of the water and as such It is important not to cut corners and leave some readers scratching their fucking heads… Or their arses or whatever the fuck it is that they scratch when they are confused.

And trust me, it does get very complicated – as you would expect from the Monsters.

Therefore, just bear with me because you have to appreciate that the plot will be difficult to keep track of for some thick bastards… Only joking – Probably.

Now Abingdon Street was not taped off at all when Terry May’s car appeared at 2:45 PM (ignoring the 3:33 PM official timeline).

And that short journey from the top of Abingdon Street to Great Peter Street took just 10 seconds – at least it did according to the video counter.

Mind you, since that journey is only around a distance of 100 meters, the Jag’s driver – making a super speed dash to safety – would have been travelling at an average 22 MPH… Just saying.

And we also know – thanks to the Nisbet video – that both the Great College Street junction and Great Peter Street junction were taped off a maximum 6 minutes later by 2:51 PM.

Therefore we can hopefully use that six minute window to get a better indication of just how long those other reporters & film crews (of which there were plenty) had been at the scene of the crime, as well as the many other strange occurrences that took place within the same time frame.

After all the earlier that the film crews got there, the easier it is to prove that they knew the ‘attack’ was going to happen all along, albeit the fact that Sky News were live streaming at 2:46 PM and given the location that they were filming from, already all but proves the fact.

Or do Sky News just have camera crews & reporters sitting around waiting for events to happen? Indeed if that is the case, the likes of Robert Nisbet must have very boring albeit relaxing working days.

However, do bear in mind that I am going on the newspapers departure time of 2:45 PM for Terry May leaving the Palace. Now I say that because if the car that we saw leave the Palace gates via Parliament Square was in fact the Prime Mincer’s and not Craig Mackey’s, then the time of departure would have been 14:42:00 exactly.

Nevertheless there are also a couple of other things that I will now point out to you which occurred in that 5 or 6 minute window (2:45 – 2:51 PM) that you need to remember because we can also use them as a point of reference later.

So, the first of those two things is the fact that we see a Police BMW heading towards Parliament Square as Terry May allegedly leaves at 2:45 PM.

The Police BMW 4×4 carries the registration number: BX 66 HFD and has a 3 digit code number: HXW. And I will remind you that there is no police tape strung across the road at this time… This then is the first police motor we see heading to the Palace gates at a time of around 2:45 – 2:46 PM.

The second point of reference is another Police BMW 4×4 that we see in the screenshot below parked sideways across the road in the Nisbet video.

This BMW 4×4 carries the registration number: BX 66 HDK and has a 3 digit code of: DNJ. And as you can clearly see, there is now police tape strung up across the road.

This is also the Plod BMW that we saw in Frank’s video allegedly filmed an hour and fifteen minutes before the screenshot above was filmed.

And with all that in mind, take a butchers of the following screenshots.

Now, what we can ascertain from the above screenshots is that the Plod Ford Focus, registration number: BV 16 UWZ with a 3 digit code of: GFH and the Plod Transit Van, registration number: BV 16 UXW, with a 3 digit code of: CLL, must have gone passed before Robert Nisbet had begun his live broadcast at 2:50 PM.

Moreover, at this juncture there is now police tape strung across the road at the Great College Street junction (which the plodman had to stand on in order for the Plod-Focus to pass over), but there is still no tape strung across the road at the Great Peter Street junction as of yet… And neither has the BMW 4×4 – which was sat across the carriageway and which we saw in Frank’s video – arrived yet.

And I will also point out that whilst the barrier behind the coach appears closed in the screenshot above, the barrier wall that it attaches to appears to have disappeared!

Yet we know that the barrier was definitely open when Terry May’s motor stopped to pose for photos at 2:45 PM.

And as an aside, I hope you noticed what I had written on the screenshot of Nisbet 3 photos up and asked yourself why a copper would be telling him to ‘fuck off out of it‘ whilst ignoring the other camera crew behind him, as she stopped to pose for her photo to be taken by yet another photo-journalist.

Weird to say the least.

Now I can track the Plod-Focus & Van’s journey right back to when they exited Great Peter Street – because that is certainly where they came from.

Therefore, at the risk of stating the bleedin’ obvious, the two cop-motors had to have been heading towards Parliament Square between 2:46 PM and 2:49 PM at the very latest.

However, you may have noticed from the screenshots that I have already shown you that there appeared to be a lack of media-hacks milling about when Un-El-Tel’s Jag made the 10 second journey from the Lord’s car park barrier to where the motor turned into Great Peter Street… If indeed El-Tel did depart from there.

Very quiet… Apparently.

Yet there must have been some photo journalists already at the scene else we wouldn’t have that photo of Un-El-Tel’s [apparently stationary] car that appeared in all of the national newspapers would we?

On the other hand, by the time the Plod Focus came hacking down Millbank & Abingdon Street there was a big crowd building up at the junction of Great Peter Street & Millbank and plenty of reporters & camera crews milling about a little further up the road by Great College Street.

Yet minutes after that – by around 2:51 PM at the very latest – there was a bigger crowd still, stretching across the road at the Millbank/Great Peter Street junction… Not to mention an awful lot of journalists too.

Indeed those two last photos are taken seconds before the Plod Focus & Transit appeared.

And with so many reporters & camera crews stood in Great Collage Street with their backs to any oncoming traffic (as well as cameramen with cameras on tripods stood in the middle of Millbank); it is a good indication that Great College Street is indeed closed off at the far end.

However, we can now take a closer look at that Ford Focus (we will call it a Ford focus for reference purposes even if it isn’t) blocking the road as this anomaly also ties in with the Plod-Focus & Transit.

Now in the screenshot below we can see that black cab – that pulled alongside the Focus as Terry May’s Jag turned into Great Peter Street – pulling out to make its right turn into Millbank.

And as we know that Focus had been sat with its front end in the middle of the road for at least a minimum of 5 minutes by 2:50 PM.

And don’t forget that Great Peter Street is only a two carriage way road which makes it harder to understand how Tel’s transport managed to navigate round the obstructing black cab.

No room for tel’s motor to get passed see. And a Jag is a wide motor – I know, I drive one… On a Y Plate I hasten to add before anyone starts accusing me of having a few bob.

But even so, Jags hardly ever drastically change in shape & size and as such there would have been all manner of complications when Tel’s driver tried to turn into Great Peter Street.

However, having said that; things are never quite as they seem when dealing with Monsters… As you will see after viewing the following screenshots taken from yet another video of Terry Turbo’s escape, albeit one that is very rare now.

So rare in fact that I didn’t come across it in until very nearly 4 weeks into looking for evidence of a fraud taking place.

And even then I had to go to America to find it… Well an American media website anyway. But all the same, the following is the first of a series of screenshots taken from that rare footage:

And would ya just look at the huge crowd despite Terry Turbo having just finished the car’s photoshoot! Indeed we did not see anywhere near a crowd like that as the Jag made its way down Millbank towards Great Peter Street in the other footage.

Therefore we now have a case of either a different background had been given to the footage we saw screenshots taken from earlier or there were some very carefully worked out camera angles employed and equally careful herding of actors around whilst the filming took place.

Yet why on earth would they go to such extreme lengths if all was above board?

What’s more, quite obviously this footage had to have been filmed from the window that I have circled on the screenshot below.

The A3212 obviously being Millbank. And take note that the pavement is very wide at the part of the building where the window is located – due to the building’s entrance being built at an angle between the two exterior walls instead of being built with a square corner.

However, I would imagine that the window is double glazed and the cameraman is way up from where the shooting took place in Parliament Square so I doubt that he or she would have even heard much from where he or she is stationed.

And even if he or she heard 3 muffled bangs, they took place at least 5 minutes previous to when he or she started filming – we will say “he” since a fella who sounds black speaks throughout the footage.

Furthermore the siren from the Plod BMW 4×4 was hardly likely to send him scurrying to the window. It is London after all.

But even so, we shall still put it down to a lucky coincidence that he caught May’s Mayday on film.

More screenshots please Mr Screenshot-Man… Who is me obviously:

Wanna see those last two screenshots again but closer together this time? Thought so. Here ya go then:

Now why would they do that – as in cut & splice the film as well as change the background or at least make it look deserted when clearly it wasn’t?

I mean take the bird on the bike in the second to last screenshots. You see, you can get a clearer indication of how different these two pieces of footage are of Terry’s escape to safety in the two screenshots below.

Indeed this difference in films along with the obvious cut & splice at the 38 second mark destabilizes the entire time line that I am trying to establish, which at this stage in the proceedings the time should be around 2:46 PM… Although on the other hand it kinda proves that the British media do not want us to know that there was such a big build up of people so soon after the attack… And when I say the British Media I mean the Monsters because they own the British Media.

Which is funny that I should say that. You see the building that the ‘rare’ footage was filmed from is Number 4, Millbank.

And Number 4 Millbank is home to ‘Millbank Studios‘ who provide facilities for all the major news networks.

Which is probably the building that Nesbit was gesturing towards when he stated that: ‘Our offices are two minutes down the road’… Although he wasn’t being entirely honest since the Sky News offices are based across the road from the Shard building – across on the other side of the river, in the opposite direction to what Bob was gesturing.

Nevertheless, it makes you wonder why May’s Mayday Ejaculation was so poorly filmed doesn’t it?

You can read all about those studios HERE

Now did you notice how many of those people milling about were in fluorescent vests? Although to be fair there is a lorra, lorra building work going on in Millbank and the surrounding area yet the vast majority all looked far too clean in the close ups to be doing much building work.

Course you also have to ask why such a big crowd is milling around Great Peter Street in the first place when there is no plod tape preventing them from going nearer to have a butchers.

After all, those gawpers are still over a quarter of a mile away from where the shooting took place and well over half a mile from where the attack started.

Still, we have no choice but to carry on abiding to the first draft of the Minion’s script… More screenshots please Mr Screen Shot Man Me

Now I say that ‘certainly the cameraman doesn’t think the driver is going to make the turn‘ because at this point the fella doing the filming quickly turns the camera to his right in order to film out of the next window. Therefore Tel’s driver couldn’t have been indicating – which is very strange, not to mention dangerous, given the car and the taxi waiting to pull out – and he certainly didn’t move closer to the central white line to signal his intent to turn right… Perhaps at 22 mile per hour he thought such things unnecessary.

Moreover, you will remember that I pointed out that the part of the building where the window is situated has a very large frontage between the building and the road which means that the cameraman would only have to move to the next window along in order to film the Jag if it was to carry straight on down Millbank.

The time now would still be 2:46 PM in all likelihood.

And now it gets really, really confusing you will be pleased to know – although I will try and make things as painless as possible for you whilst at the same time hopefully unravel the fraud.

You see, immediately prior to the Plod Ford Focus & Tranny Van pulling out of Great Peter Street, the Plod Force Fuckers & Tranny Man had [probably] turned into that very same road after evacuating Westminster Palace… And the two driving maneuvers were executed just seconds apart.

Now I know that it was only seconds because of the screenshot below.

I have arrowed the Plod Focus for you in the above photo. Indeed the fact that the Focus is sat there – presumably with the Transit behind it – makes the fact that the Jag and Land Rover appeared to have no problems getting round the motors all the more suspicious.

Moreover, the fact that the Plod Focus hasn’t it’s blues ‘n’ twos going suggests that the plod-car-driver knew that Tel’s transport was on the way and the back-up Land Rover was their cue to hot-tail it down to Parliament Square.

So lets now have a closer look at the motor sat in the middle of the road:

And fuck knows where those two blokes that I pointed out in the rare video screenshots have got to (see screenshot below)

I mean if you look at the screenshot below it is clear that in a matter of seconds they have been replaced by birds… And the trees have also got a lot wider… And the railings now look dodgy as fuck.

Nevertheless,  I would imagine that the taxi was probably also just used as a decoy in order to add a bit of normality to the exceptionally quiet roads… They have a lot of London cabs do the spooks. As you will find out shortly.

But for now, let’s have some more screenshots.

So to recap we now know that a large crowd was there all the time – which is strange given the fact that the attack only happened 5 minutes prior – except they were made to deliberately move out of the way when the carefully filmed Terry May evacuation scene was taking place… Hence we don’t see them in the following picture:

But there is no hiding them in the rare film.


And a few minutes after that:

We also now know that the car in the middle of the road was used as a covert means to block it and should in theory of rendered Great Peter Street inaccessibly from Millbank, once the black cab pulled up alongside the car to make a right turn… But somehow it didn’t.

However, that fact becomes more bizarre still when you see how far over towards the center of Great Peter Street the decoy car actually was.

Indeed you could have almost driven the Jag through the gap between the kerb and the silver decoy car.

Nevertheless let’s get back to the Squad Car & Van and hopefully you will remember that I told you to keep in mind a car that I had circled a few photo batches up? Of course you do, it was in a photo showing the car in question coming up Abingdon Street just as the Plod Focus had passed the photographers in the opposite direction… However, don’t worry if you can’t because I have reproduced the photo below for you.

Now take note that this car is apparently the first motor to come up the road from Parliament Square since Terry May started her run from the Lords car park to Great Peter Street… And this is indeed a very important point which we know to be true because nothing was following Terry May’s jag apart from the Back-Up Land Rover and as soon as that turned into St Peter Street, the Plod Focus & Transit pulled out followed by a whole host of other motors which all turned right into Millbank (the opposite way to the crime scene) – proving that nothing was coming down the road towards them.

And since no motors were seen to pass in the opposite direction to the Plod Focus & Transit Van as they raced towards the Great College Street junction on Abingdon Street, we know that the fact is indisputable.

However, as the Plod-Focus & Transit continue on their journey towards the Palace gates the car coming towards them is overtaken by a squad car which appeared out of the blue. It then becomes obvious that the squad car is also overtaking the unmarked plod-car in order to act as an escort.

Now let me show you some of those screenshots again and you need to look very, very closely at them:

And if you have really studied them well you will now know that they are a split screen with the first photo using the right hand side of the Plod-Focus and the inverted corner of the Palace to hide the join.

As for the other two the van is obviously used to hide the join although look closely at the back of the van to your left where the back meets the side. Indeed it looks to me as if the back has been added to a totally different van. On top of that, there are also overlays (pieces of film laid over the top of an existing piece of film usually to hide something) all over the shop.

However, I have cropped those photos down too much to show you where the joins occur on them, but I can show you on one of the screenshots that I took at the same time.

Now I don’t know if this is some new kind of technology being tried out here or what but it is done very well, although the contrast in the road surfaces on either side of the motors give it away.

There are also a couple of angles wrong mainly in the last quarter splice on the right in as much as the plod glass-house is too sideways on. The road also bends too sharply but if you look at the traffic light that I have circled in black and the way that it runs up in line with the outer edge of the Palace wall and then compare the same area in the bottom Google Map photo you will see that I have got the exact same angle that the monsters screenshot is taken from.

However, I will say it again: The Monster Minions have done an excellent job of putting their film footage together. Course, the fact that so much work has gone into making the hybrid film footage (those who have read my “Night Of The Living Dead” think along the lines the Princess Diana CCTV, but much more advanced) proves that this film footage could not have been filmed on the 22nd of March because it would have taken too long to put together… Thus this terrapin attack was in production for many months before the day itself.

In fact it looks to me to be made up of a combination of CGI, real footage and green-screen all rolled into one.

Nevertheless, moving on and we now revert back to the original “Ruptley” film footage that I had been taking the screenshots from.

And the fella in the green is without doubt MI5 but I will deal with him and all the other agents present later, although the fact that he is being filmed in Techni-Shite by a professional camera crew should tell you all that you need to know.

But here is the thing: That grey/black car with the police escort can only have been the [Mackey] car that we saw pull out of the Palace gates more or less straight after the shooting had stopped… Indeed, logically it cannot possibly be any other car, taking into account all that I have just painstakingly showed you.

And besides, no other car with a police escort and it’s siren blaring with flashing blue lights coming from behind the radiator grill had any business departing the danger zone.

However, in theory we can also rule the car out as being that of the Prime Mincers since the Jag had already departed 30 Seconds to a minute prior to where we are now.

Yet that fact also makes no sense since Mackey’s car pulled out of the Palace gates 3 minutes before May’s Jag started its 10 second sprint down Millbank so how the fuck does that work, since it shouldn’t have taken Mackey’s car much more than 10-15 seconds to reach the point that Terry’s motor took off from!

And why on earth would Mackey’s driver go all the way up Abingdon Street anyway – as in; where the fuck would he have been heading for?

After all, if Parker didn’t take the earlier aforementioned cheeky right turn at the Palace gates, then he would have surely gone around Parliament Square to get back to Met HQ. Especially as traffic going up Whitehall was still running normally at that time.

And of course, if the intention was to go right around the fucking houses and come back down Whitehall via Trafalgar Square to reach the Met HQ the traffic would have been worse still that way.

However, as you know, the Mackey story was only invented to explain the car away if someone happened to pick up on the strange behaviour of the occupants and of course, in order to start the “official” conspiracy theories needed in all government dirty trick campaigns to prop up the official story.

Yet on the other hand, Terry May’s driver had every reason to go down Great Peter Street… Except most definitely not in a car leaving via the Palace Gates seconds after the shooting had occurred.

However, if May’s driver had indeed run the Palace gauntlet and exited via the Lords car park, then Great Peter Street would be the ideal road to use under the circumstances.

So at the risk of being boring lets have a revue of the times that we know to be correct… Trust me, you will be glad we did.

Now, since the helpful criminals running the Metropolitan Police Disservice have given us the time of the final shot being fired as 14:41:30 exactly, we now know for a fact that the mysterious posh-car pulled up to the Palace Gates at exactly 14:41:50 – departing 10 seconds later at 14:42:00 precisely.

And by the same token we also [sort of ] know that Terry May’s Jag pulled away from the top of Abingdon Street approximately 3 minutes later at 2:45 PM. That is to say that we sort of know that 2:45 pm is correct if we ignore the Met’s timeline of 3:33 pm and the original 2:30 pm press timeline.

Indeed, the 2:45 PM timeline has the backing of the later press reports and Sky-Reporter, Robert Nisbet with the claim he made at 2:51 PM stating that he saw the Prime Mincers car leave “4 or 5 minutes earlier”.

So why was Mackey’s car only halfway up Abingdon Street 4 or 5 minutes later at around 2:46 – 2:47 PM, when in theory the car should have been ahead of Un-El-Tel’s Jag by at least 3 minutes?

I mean it is after all only a very short distance between the Palace gates and the Lords car park – especially on a deserted straight-ish road in a powerful car racing away from danger. In fact at an average 60 MPH a car would cover the 300 meters in under 11 seconds.

So what was Mackey doing for 4 minutes after he left the Palace gates? Apart from braying like a Donkey of course.

Well there is only one way to find out. Now you have no doubt heard about the Men-Who-Count-Goats? Well we are going to be the men who count cars.

And by that I mean that I am going to attempt to plot the movements of all the cars that went up Abingdon Street from Parliament Square in the seconds before the shooting and the minutes after. Moreover, by doing so I am confident that there will be further anomalies crop up contrary to the official story which all go to prove that our government have knowingly committed a criminal act against the country.

So, follow me because we are back off down to Parliament Square.

Now despite the very poor quality of the above screenshot the actual footage was taken by a professional cameraman and as such it is made to look amateurish and shite on purpose.

Moreover we can see in the upper inset photo that they all started to run in unison despite the little red man on the traffic light telling them that it was unsafe to cross. Whats-more, despite the white van being the only motor visible, there are actually three motors abreast of each other.

That fact in turn makes the fact that those three motors aren’t moving even stranger unless by some freak coincidence the traffic lights turned red at the very same moment Masood caused the crowd to panic.

Nevertheless, we are not going to count the white van as our first motor because it doesn’t move from where it is sat straight away.

Therefore the honour of being our Number 1 goes to a black cab which was mysteriously sat in the middle of the road just after the crossing. Indeed quite why the cab was sat there is anyone’s guess since if we are going to accept that the traffic lights behind the cab have just turned red, then it must have been sat there for a few seconds at least and would not have been doing so because of the people running in panic.

But all the same, the cab then is our Number 1 car.

Course the traffic lights must then have changed back to green very quickly because just 8 seconds later the traffic began to flow again.

And two seconds after that, the first of the 3 gunshots is heard.

Which makes the two taxi vans in the above photo, Numbers 2 & 3 in our counting cars crusade.

Next up is Number 4 – the white van we saw sat at the traffic lights which belongs to Tandi Sprinklers apparently… So another motor with a water connection.

And very dodgy sign-writing to boot. However, there is a reason for that which I won’t go into right now as I don’t want you to lose count.

At 5 we have our second black-cab moving up on the outside-center at just 8 seconds (14:41:38) after the shooting, followed closely by the Specialists just four seconds later at Number 6.

I notice that the ‘Specialists‘ also favour crap sign writing… Must be the new ‘in thing‘… What can you tell us about that Posh Barry?

“Oh yaa, most definitely old boy. One is no one without frightfully shite sign writing, what, what, what”. 

Thanks for the heads-up Posh Barry, and at Number 7 we have a Right State – I do beg pardon, I meant White Estate.

And I think that I am right in saying that we have some earlier footage of number 7?

Yes, yes indeed we do. Here we see the White Estate – our Number 7 – looking like a Silver Estate. A perfect example then of how colours can be manipulated.

And I do believe that is the Specialists in front of him, Posh Barry?

Posh Barry? … Oh he’s nipped out for a fag. Never mind, here is some more footage of that magnificent motor.

Mind you, it is easy to see why the Specialists is so far in front of him as they get round the corner… Our number 7 obviously couldn’t stop fucking gawping.

Now the more astute of you may have noticed that the above screenshot is taken from “live” TV news footage also courtesy of Sky News… As is the one below.

And for you statisticians – easy for you to fucking say – you may be interested to learn that this “live” footage had a time stamp on it which was obviously removed before it was shown “live” on TV – a pretty damn fucking impressive thing to do when you think about it.

In fact if you look closely you can still see the remnants of the time stamp on the above screenshot but for those who can’t be arsed to look I have shown you where it is on the screen shot below.

Now far be it for me to state the “bleedin’ obvious”, but this means that Sky News – otherwise know as dirty stinking arseholes – had a “live” feed set up just 43 seconds after Mad Masood had developed Road Rage and 13 seconds after the fat-fuck had done a runner.

However – and just for the record, you understand – The Metroplod allocated 52 Seconds from the time that Mad Masood stacked his Hyundai 4 x 4 to the time that he was shot brown-bread… Which the traitors say that they calculated by using their CCTV evidence (that Westminster Council say wasn’t recording) and no doubt their fingers & toes – which would explain why their account does not tally with the available evidence that we have.

Nevertheless, the Met tell us that Masood crashed his rented motor at 14:40:38.

Moreover, we know from the available video footage that there was 10 seconds from when the crowd started running to when the 3rd shot was fired at Masood.

Therefore Mad Masood must have been sat in his wrecked car for 42 seconds before making his mad dash for the Palace gates which begs the question as to why we don’t see the terrapin still sat in the 4×4 in the above photo since it was apparently taken just 13 seconds after he’d pranged it?

Mind you, the fact that there is a large crowd building up to the left of Mad-Masood’s-Motor in that photo would back up my claim that the crowd we saw running across Parliament Square were doing so because the Terrapin got out of his motor brandishing a knife or knives – depending on whose version you believe – as opposed to them running away from the car crash itself… Absolutely fascinating stuff.

And as the White Estate pulls out of shot we see the Board-Man carrying his board down to the wreck in order to hide the fact that there is no fucking damage to the wall-pier whatsoever… What a Trooper.

I should also say for the benefit of our younger readers that no one was hurt during the making of this car crash… Not even the car… And Posh Barry isn’t really posh… Or real… That was just me pretending to be him… But Santa Clause is really real.

You see, as it happens the Hyundai 4×4 rented by Masood was mostly computer generated… Least the damaged bit was but I will elaborate on that fact later.

But in the interim, look very closely at it.

Nevertheless the White Estate (Number 7) passes the Palace gates 13 seconds after the final gunshot rang out meaning that the driver was there (at the gates) at 14:41:43 – if we accept the Met’s timeline that masood had hit the deck at 14:41:30.

Therefore, it logically took Number 7 fifty two seconds to get from where we see it at the Hyundai wreck to the Palace gates.

However, the Met’s timeline is a bit unclear here because the 14:40:38 timing is the 30 seconds that it took Masood to cross the bridge.

Therefore, if we look at the timeline republished below… See you at the bottom.

There is also the time of 14:40:59 which is confusing as it appears to relate to when the police received the first 999 call – which again I find it hard to believe that it took someone on the bridge 51 seconds to get on the blower to the emergency services, especially with there being over 1000 people on there… At least that is what the *aherm, aherm, top-plod Mark Rowley told the inquest on the 29th of March 2017.

Mind you, knowing my critics and the way that the government paedo-trolls like to try and dismiss the evidence that I put forward; in view of that hidden time stamp on the screenshot being barely visible, I thought that I best embark on a mission to find footage with the time stamp still in place… And I am nothing if not tenacious.

Although the footage that I found relates to the bridge.

Which means that the paramedics got there in proper superhero time too… Literally… Although according to the Ambulance service it took them 6 minutes to get there… But like a lot of other things so far; we will ignore that anomaly for now.

Okay, let’s get back over to the racing car action.

And at Number 8 we have a Bit Of A Beast passing the gates at dead on 31 seconds according to the video counter – 19 seconds after the final bullet had been fired for those of you who study form.

I should perhaps just add that it is best if you don’t look too closely at the Bit Of A Beast – especially at the wheels because the car is a ringer… So swiftly moving on and up to ninth position is the ‘Specialists’ twin brother, the Shit-Stain.

However, I would once again advise you not to look too closely, especially at the wheels.

Oh you already did! Well not to worry because I will divert your attention by showing you Top Knob Mackey’s car leaving the Palace grounds… Or is it Big Knob May’s car despite her leaving the Palace unofficially 3 minutes later… Who knows, I certainly don’t… Perhaps.

However, since the driver is cheating we won’t give this car a number and as such the Number 10 spot goes to a silver taxi.

There was in fact 13 seconds between that silver taxi appearing outside the Palace gates and the Number 9, Shit-Stain van doing the same before it. That 13 second lull in traffic was followed by another 20 second pause in passing motors – very fucking peculiar – which ended with the first Police motor to arrive on the scene.

This Copmobile did in fact arrive from the wrong direction at 14:42:26 (56 seconds after the shooting), which made the filth fucking lucky that there was a pause in traffic, else there could well have been a head on collision.

And of course that Police BMW could not possibly be the plod BMW that we see heading towards Parliament Square in the photo below, carrying the registration number BX 66 HFD with the 3 digit HXW code number, because there would be around 3 minutes difference in arrival times.

And that would also mean that it took Terry May’s minders around 45 seconds to react to the shooting, round her up – or him, it is fucking hard to tell – get him/her into the car, drive at break-neck snail pace through the Houses of Parliament, get out of the Gay-Lord’s car park and stop to pose for the photo that we see above… Therefore we can say that unless the timeline is bollox (it is) then the Plod BMW is definitely not the Plod BMW arriving at the gates at 42 minutes and 26 seconds after 2 pm.

Nevertheless, we won’t issue the bent-coppers with a number either since they came from the wrong direction and as such the BMW won’t be any use to us whatsoever in our quest for the truth… Probably.

Therefore, the motor seen in the following screenshot is our Number 11 – which didn’t drive passed the gates for a further 17 seconds (14:42:43) after the Plod had arrived… Again, an awful long time given the location.

Indeed if you disregard the plod BMW which didn’t actually drive passed the gates, there was a break in all traffic lasting 37 seconds between our Number 10 and Number 11 motors. Moreover, from the time that our Number 9 passed the gates to the time that our Number 11 did the same;  only one motor had driven passed (the silver taxi at Number 10) in 50 seconds – so something must have been happening off camera… I mean to say, ONE fucking motor driving passed Westminster Palace in a 50 second period? Impossible!

Nevertheless, we are 1 minute 13 seconds after the shooting now putting the time at 14:42:43.

So moving on swiftly and our Number 12 spot goes to a fella on a moped with a very dodgy looking top box on the back.

Now he becomes important later on but to tell you why now would only confuse the matter further and as such you will have to wait to find out why. So suffice to say for now that our Number 12 drives passed the Palace gates at 14:42:46.

Moving on and unfortunately I could only catch a fleeting glimpse of the van which is at Number 13 – lucky for some – although I am not sure whether the driver was issuing some kind of warning or not.

However, you will no doubt have noticed that the company van supplies water coolers – making the total number of vans that we have seen to do with water: four.

And don’t go and dismiss the possibility that these vans are some kind of hidden message because there were many messages being displayed on wagons & buses that day. The one below for instance.

We can make up words” obviously being a reference to making up the news.

Indeed, even the inevitable peace symbol that was supposedly adopted from a member of the public and which always appear after these fake acts, shows the true nature of the insidious Monster’s mentality and aim.

You know the symbols that I’m on about:

PHOTO: The French symbol of “hope” adopted following the November 2015 Paris Terrapin hoax

And below is the symbol adopted after this London bollox.

Yet as far as I can see there is fuck all peaceful to be seen in that symbol.

In fact what that symbol of “peace” screams at me is this:

Which given the current climate thanks to warmongering American President, Donny Fart, I found rather apt.

And that is exactly how the Monsters operate; they turn everything on it’s head.

Nevertheless, let’s crack on with car Number 14, else we will be here all fucking day.

Which is actually another shite-sign-written van… And once again, do not look too closely at the back wheel… Or the wheel arch for that matter.

Number 15 is a car roof thus the cameraman must be a giant… Is that Gordon Ramsey over by the gate? Has he been riding a horse? Is he John Gordon Wayne-Ramsey by any chance?

Number 16 is the CBBeeies taxi cab which has had all manner of joins and overlay’s added to it (see below).

Quite why it does is anybody’s guess.

And Number 17 is a Boy-Racer.

Although it is also another cut ‘n’ shut and whatever you do, do not look at the wheels.

Number 18 is another car roof filmed by our giant cameraman, followed a second later by another black cab at number 19, which appears to have a design of some sort on its back door.

It is now 1 minute & 25 seconds after the shooting making the time 14:42:55.

Another second passes and yet another strange van appears.

The advertised firm is called ‘Clearabee‘ yet appears to have no phone number on the side.

Nevertheless, at this point the camera starts to wobble whilst swinging to the left.

However, luckily – and you will find out just how lucky in a moment – I was just able to catch car Numbers 21 & 22 before the camera went totally haywire.

The video counter is at 1 minute and 38 seconds at this point – 1 minute 26 seconds after the shooting – making the time 14:42:56 .

However, as I am sure you can see for yourself, the taxi-van has a clear overlay on the driver’s door and does in fact appear to try and disguise the fact that the door is open and the driver (spook) is stepping out… Moreover, there appears to be someone stood on one of the seats with his head and shoulders poking out of the sun roof:

Why would they do that?

Nevertheless, the lucky part comes in because of the light blue bus behind the red bus in the background.

Now those two buses have to be the same red bus and light blue bus that I drew your attention to in the Sky News footage in order to prove that traffic was still driving onto Westminster Bridge 9 minutes after the event had kicked off:

Moreover, since those two buses then remained on the scene for hours afterwards I would imagine that they were ferrying actors, directors, camera crews & production staff onto the bridge.

Just sayin’ of course.

However, getting back to our car counting and at that point the cameraman must have fell off his fucking ladder because the camera picture went all over the place with no clear images at all to be had.

Course, and as I think I mentioned earlier, this kind of thing is very common in the filming of frauds and is done to not only hide something that they don’t want you to see, but also to add or take away extra footage.

Furthermore you need to bear in mind that this video is meant to be continuous, untampered-with footage, which obviously we know that it isn’t.

Nevertheless, four seconds later Alchie-Alan gets his act together and the picture resumes. However, the camera has now been turned about 270 degrees and shows the following:

Now obviously I am just guessing at those motor numbers and of course in theory it is possible that some of them we see could have arrived via Abingdon Street, since we cannot see what traffic is coming from there in the video.

However, having said that we have seen in the screenshots taken from footage of Abingdon Street that the only motors to head on down towards Parliament Square after 2:45 PM are police cars & a police van. And by that time we also know that the abandoned Ford Focus was blocking Millbank in the direction of the Palace.

Course, if I am right about the motors that I have identified then you have to question why it took so long for them to get there. For example, if the car that I have identified as number 2 is correct then it has taken the motor 1 minute 30 seconds to get from the Palace gates.

Nevertheless, at this point the camera is slowly moving full circle back around to where it started. And as such the next motors we see are the following.

We are now on 1:43 seconds as the camera continues to turn making the time 14:43:01.

And at that point we see our car number 21, yet fuck knows what that is to the right of the motor. It kinda looks like a bus but it appears to have entered Abingdon Street via the one way system designed for motors heading into Parliament Square.

But all the same, as the camera continued to turn we were once again treated to the view of numbers 20 & 22.

Course the fact that we see these two motors again means that they have only moved a matter of feet in 6 seconds and car number 21 has zoomed ahead despite the driver and his passenger – who seemed to think that he was on safari – holding the proceedings up.

Nevertheless, to complete our line up we have cars 23, 24 and 25.

That brings the time on the video counter to 1:46 making the time 14:43:04 – in theory, although it is quite obvious that the film has been tampered with… Now why would they do that if all was as meant to be?

And the answer to that is they wouldn’t, so it can’t be.

Course 25 passing motors in 1 minute 46 seconds must set an all time low record for cars on Parliament Square at 2:40 PM on a Wednesday afternoon… I mean that works out at one car every 4.24 seconds on a 5 lane carriageway!

However, luckily for us – and not for the first time either – we can [sort of] check if all is above board thanks to the Monster’s eagerness to convince us that this was a real event… In other words, the Monsters desire to con us via means of taking plenty of film footage means that we can cross reference the traffic flow using footage taken from inside the Palace, which was specifically taken to show us what took place inside the Palace gates following the shooting of Mad-Masood.

And in doing so, the cameraman inadvertently filmed the traffic passing outside the gates at the same time.

Here, have a butchers and straight away you will notice that the positioning of the motors on view does not tally with the one motor every 4.24 second lark. And neither does the traffic build up that we see to the left of the first screenshot:

So, safe to say that film footage is fake as fuck then.

But let’s try and make some sense of the nonsensical.

Now you may remember that mystery van that I pointed out to you apparently heading up Abingdon Street as the posh-car readied itself to pull out of the gates (as seen in the photo below).

And we know that this was taken at 14:41:48.

So grab your stuff because we’re off up to the other end again.

Now in the following screenshot taken from another (rather animated) video, we see the mystery van followed by what surely must be car number 2, which I will remind you had already started travelling up Abingdon Street whilst the Mackey Posh-Car was still on Parliament square.

And as the two motors made there way up the road a big mouthed copper began flapping his arms and bellowing at the actors to “run, run“ (circled in black)… How long is that fucking barrier?

However, the mystery-van had begun travelling up Abingdon Street whilst the posh motor was still inside the Palace gates at 14:41:48 meaning that it had a 12-15 second head start on the posh-car.

Now as I have already mention a couple of times this is only a short stretch of road which the mystery van would easily cover – top to bottom – in 21 seconds if driving at an average 30 MPH.

So starting with the mystery van, if we chart the motors coming up Abingdon Street we should be able to gain a better understanding of how the fraud worked.

But instead we get a London Taxi… However, before we go there I need to point out another little matter to you.

You see, as our number 2 taxi van began to go off camera it began to change… Fuck knows how it did that but it did:

Now why would they do that?

To which I would answer: ‘I think we all know why they would’… But anyway, what happened to our Plod BMW – as in why did we get a London Cab instead?

Another good question to which I would be inclined to say that we got both. But anyway, with the time now being at the very earliest 14:42:20 there can be little doubt that the taxi should have been the plod BMW.

So best we have a closer look at the taxi.

Now as the driver pulled into view PC Short-House Big-Mouth started going proper, proper hyper.

Course, that footage is fake as fuck too… Which is why the taxi appears to hit the barrier wall but continues as if nothing has happened.

And the reason for that is it is not real… It’s CGI:

And with that being the case it is also very possible that as this taxi was coming down the road it was in reality the Plod BMW that was the first to arrive at the Palace gates. That possibility increases with the fact that the taxi arrived in the footage at the exact same moment that the Plod BMW should have done.

Furthermore that would explain why the taxi looked a bit like a hot rod:

Am I speculating?

Of course I fucking am but it is without doubt that the official version of events are fake and my speculation is based on what my eyes can see not what my eyes are told to see.

Indeed, you haven’t seen nothing yet as to how fake and bizarre the official version actually gets.

Course, the plod BMW can – if ever the need arises –  be dismissed as arriving at the Palace gates having driven the wrong way around Parliament Square (see map below).

But the chances of the plod BMW coming via that route are extremely unlikely, yet can’t be proved beyond all doubt thus it becomes just another un-provable conspiracy theory which the Monsters love so much

And while I’m just sayin’, I will also just slip the following in:

Not that I am saying the Minions used the same CGI for both… I mean the pair could be from the Met’s Hoppy-Coppy Division.

Nevertheless, the next motor to grace us with its presence wasn’t Mackey’s posh-car, but our number 9, the Shit-Stain instead.

And as you can see by the 20 seconds on the video counter, the van is coming to a halt.

So at this point the time should be approximately 14:42:29. That fact in turn means that the ‘Shit Stain’ has taken well over double the time that it should have done to get to where it is now.

And before I forget I best point out that the strange shadow on the van has been touched up in the above photo to make it look more shadow-like, but it still shouldn’t be there. Indeed I would suggest the reason for it being there is either something to do with the CGI or it is covering something up.

You will also recall that ‘Shit Stain’ is the van that looks remarkably similar to the Specialists – our Number 6 motor – which drove by the Palace gates at just 12 seconds after the shooting – making the time 14:41:42 when it did – thus being ahead of our Number 9 by 11 seconds.

Number 9 was also the last motor to pass the gates before Mackey’s posh-car pulled into the road which in theory should have meant that the order of the motors that we are now seeing further up the road is correct.

However, I also told you that after the morph car, the next car up should have been Mackey’s posh car.

This is because when the posh car pulled out into the road behind our number 9, the van then came to a virtual stop (which is why it took so long to get up to where we now see it), while the posh car accelerated passed it as if the intention of the driver was to go around Parliament Square.

However, at the very last moment the posh car shot back over to the left and went up Abingdon Street instead… Which is what I showed you in the screenshot in which the posh car appeared to break in half.

Course, we were not meant to see that front bit of the car at all which should have been covered with an overlay, whilst the CGI model appeared to be going to bear right in order to follow Parliament Square round – which was then further hidden by the picture fading due to the footage ending… Understand?

Of course you fucking do.

However, don’t switch off because I’m not done yet. You see there were two motors seen passing the Palace gates in the 11 seconds between number 6 and number 9 passing them.

Those two motors were obviously numbers 7 & 8.

And if you look at the positioning of our number 6 (The Specialist) in the photos below I am sure that you will agree that it is indeed bearing right to go around Parliament Square, although in the above it appears to be bearing left to go up Abingdon Street.

Furthermore, given the lanes that cars 7 & 8 are in, they too appear to be going to do the same.

This would of course explain why we didn’t see number 6 up at the other end of Abingdon Street after the mystery (cheetah) van and our car number 2 had both sailed by – although the driver of number 2 is busy fucking chatting whilst impaled on the Palace wall in the last photo.

However, if you blow those photos up you will see that car number 8 is actually a Computer Generated Image (CGI) and as such it would make sense that our Morph car is indeed actually number 8 (as I suggested earlier was a possibility), hence the arrival of our car (van) number 9 appearing at the other end of Abingdon Street as the very next motor after Morph… Taking into account of course that our posh car – which looks extremely like a Jag in the first of the above 3 photos and does not look at all like the driver intends to hang a cheeky right – seemingly vanished into thin air.

Okay lets get back to where we were at the top of Abingdon Street with motor number 9.

Now two seconds after stopping to chat to the loud mouthed Parli-Plod, number 9 is on the move again and straight away we see a white van coming in the other direction. The time now is 14:42:30.

And for the record the van coming down Abingdon Street in the photo above is 15 seconds behind the brown & cream taxi heading the same way.

However, I do believe that this oncoming van is actually our motor number 6.

You see, as I will explain shortly, I believe that not only was this film footage shot last year (or at least most of it was), I also believe that Abingdon Street was closed off from Parliament Square (which may also have been closed off although not necessarily) right up to Great Peter Street – with the latter being closed to allow a constant flow of police & security service vehicles in and out.

But as I say, I will go into much more detail shortly but for now all you need to know is that number 6 – minus its shite sign writing that isn’t really there – took the following route, which due to road closures would have been pretty traffic free.

Or a route very similar possibly involving Tufton Street.

Nevertheless, the two van drivers stopped for a quick chat.

Now note the plod looking back down the road… Indicating that there is another motor about to arrive.

And with that in mind, that motor could be the Mackey posh-car which had to wait a few seconds or so for the police escort-BMW that we saw pulling in front of it in the screenshots up yonder.

After all, the posh-car of his didn’t have the plod escort with it when it left the Palace, but on the flip side, if that was the case then we should have seen the Escort-Car go past the Palace gates too… But we didn’t.

That fact in turn – in theory – means that the escort motor must have been parked ready and waiting at the bottom of Abingdon Street. But once again, had that been the case then that would strongly infer that Craig Mackey, who at the time of the event was the acting Head of the Metropolitan Police (making him the most senior policeman in the UK at the time) knew that the “terrorist attack” was going to take place.

And I also have to say how strange it is – not to mention fucking coincidental – that whenever these staged ‘attacks‘ take place, the Head of the Police Force with jurisdiction over the event is only acting as such in a temporary capacity.

For instance take Dee Collins, Temporary Head of the West Yorkshire Police who had jurisdiction over the fake Jo Cox ‘murder’:

 Having joined West Yorkshire Police as assistant chief constable last January, she was promoted to temporary chief constable in June when Mark Gilmore was suspended following the announcement of a probe into alleged criminal activity during his time in his native Northern Ireland. Source

Very convenient.

Now at this point I will tell you that when I was watching the “Ruptly” footage of the Plod Focus & Van tearing down the road towards Parliament Square; the posh-car coming up the other way appeared to be on its own before what looked to be, either a white or a silver London taxi appeared from out of nowhere.

That fact (in regard to the posh car originally being alone as it came up the road) also applied to the other [faked] footage that I found of the Plod Focus & Transit Van, except – as you have already seen – this second lot of footage was much better quality and shot from the other side of the road to the Ruptly footage.

However, you will see exactly what I mean about the car being on its lonesome in the photo batch below which starts with screenshots taken from the second – better quality albeit faked – lot of film footage, after which the images are taken from the Ruptly video where we see the posh-car overtaken by the Plod BMW which appears to be in reality; a disguised London taxi.

And what I think… No, hang on let me start that sentence again… And what I know for a fact is going on here is; not only was the Ruptly video footage filmed at a different time to the better quality one – given that the latter would have taken months to put together – but the posh car is in fact a different motor in each.

Indeed the poor quality Ruptly video would have been filmed at the same time as our counting cars video.

Moreover, I know for a fact that the car that we see in the better quality film is the one below.

Namely Terry May’s motor.

Now to add further credence to this scenario is the fact that in the counting cars video footage, the posh-car pulled out of the Palace gates straight after our Number 9 motor (the Shit-Stain van) had driven past, after which a further 7 seconds ticked away before the next motor happened along.

And of course that next motor was our Number 10: A silver taxi… Least it looked silver-ish although it also appeared to have been spray painted by a monkey and had a series of overlays plonked over it.

A ringer in other words.

Nevertheless. there was a total of 13 seconds in all between the Shit-Stain van (Number 9) and the ‘silver’ taxi (Number 10) passing the Palace gates.

And that 13 second window does indeed tie in with what we saw at the other end of Abingdon Street, because the very next motor to appear at that end of the road after the Shit-Stain van had paused to talk to the driver of the white van coming the other way was indeed the silver taxi… Twelve seconds later.

Therefore, if our Number 10 (the silver taxi) was the taxi we see disguised as the plod BMW that would make the running order all present and correct because – as we saw in the Ruptly video – the silver taxi come plod BMW had by that time overtaken the posh-car (which was then either parked up or hidden by overlays).

The time now would be approximately 14:42:39 – although that is going by the video counter and the footage has doubtlessly been cut & spliced in places and as such the actual time is in all likelihood a good few seconds later at the very least.

However, we have no choice but to go on what is shown as supposedly continuous footage and as such there is still a time difference at this point of around 3 minutes between the silver taxi in the above photo and the Plod Focus & Transit racing down the other way – given the fact that they did not start their run until Un-El-Tels jag had finished the 10 second snail-dash down to Great Peter Street.

Nevertheless, this turn of events means that the next motor to appear from Parliament Square HAS to be the posh-car itself… But life is never that simple where the Monsters are concerned.

You see, the posh car had to be hidden, hence the reason why it was made to appear to have gone around Parliament Square just as the original car counting footage ended. Course, hiding the posh-car would involve nothing more than diverting the camera away from the two motors, just like we did in fact see happen as the taxi (disguised as a plod BMW) and the posh car got too close to the cameras… Like thus:

And that is why the posh-car was made to appear as if it was following Parliament Square round when it pulled out of the Palace gates, so as anyone who was suspicious about the fraud – like my good self – and as such then decided to track the car movements (like we have) would not expect to see the posh car come up Abingdon Street after the silver taxi… Or even before it for that matter, had those suspiciously minded chaps like myself not clocked the silver taxi overtaking it.

Course, that then also goes a long way to explaining why the silver taxi was disguised as a plod BMW. However, that fact in turn throws up the anomaly of the Plod-Focus & Transit-Van bearing down on the posh-car and its escort from the opposite direction, since they shouldn’t be coming down the road for another 2 or 3 minutes.

However, I will address this matter in due course.

Now, as the taxi drove past the loud mouthed copper (or should I say “pretend copper“), he became really animated (pun intended), lost the plot completely and went proper bon-bons.

He then starts to run up the street:

And at this point we see the front of the white van again, which I believe to be our number 6.

Also take note that this is now a full 17 seconds after we saw the two white vans pull alongside each other and also be aware that the film footage at this point is made up of two halves with the lamp post being used as a divider – as you can see by the red line that I have added along the yellow stripe on the barrier wall which doesn’t correspond correctly at the middle join.

Therefore, to prevent people looking too closely at the film our CGI plod is loudly bellowing “Get Back. Get Back” whilst flapping his arms around like he is trying to take off – despite the fact that the van was already executing a U-turn… Thus there was absolutely no need for the shouting.

And in this screenshot the CGI copper has come to life whilst the footage on the left off the lamp post remains CGI, hence the difference in the road surface and kerb stones… I told you that the fraud was in reality very cleverly done didn’t I.

But anyway, the video counter is now at 39 seconds as the camera then begins to pan back down the road towards Parliament Square… Just as our Number 11 car appears.

The time on the counter is now at 42 seconds which is 11 seconds on from when the silver taxi (car Number 10, sometimes pretending to be a plod BMW) drove by at the same spot. Therefore the time now is: 14:42:50

Now that 11 second difference in time is an interesting fact because the silver taxi (Number 10) drove past the Palace gates 36 seconds after the final shot had been fired at Mad-Masood, making the time 14:42:06… Which means that it has taken the driver 33 seconds to get where he is now, thus he must have had “Miss Daisy” in the back since he was only doing a maximum 20MPH.

Yet our Number 11 car didn’t pass the gates for a further 37 seconds. Making the time 14:42:43 when it did.

Therefore, in the space of 300 meters (the distance between the Palace ‘exit’ gates and Great Collage Street) which is a 21-22 second journey to a car travelling at an average of 30 MPH or a 41 second journey to a car travelling at an average 16 MPH, car Number 11 made up 26 seconds on the taxi.

Yet somehow it has only taken our Number 11 car 7 seconds to travel that 300 meters. In other words he must have been doing 94 MPH!

In a 30 MPH zone! See, the timeline makes no sense what so fucking ever.

Moreover, in reality we know that our Number 10 – the silver taxi – was knocking it’s bollocks out in it’s disguise as a plod BMW in order to overtake the posh car in front of it so how could the taxi possibly have been only doing 18 MPH?

This then is further proof that the film footage was cut in order for the posh-car photo shoot to go ahead, but for the sake of continuity the cut footage also had to be taken into account at the Parliament Square end and that is where the Plod BMW pulling up at the Palace gates [presumably] having come down Abingdon Street comes into play.

You see by doing so, the 37 second gap between car Number 10 and car Number 11 – which has to be pie in the sky – went unnoticed.

Therefore if you take that plod BMW as being added footage, the time between Numbers 10 & 11 passing the Palace gates is reduced to somewhere around 15-18 seconds – after other time adjustments have been taken into account… It’s not rocket science… Although to be fair it isn’t far off it.

And that would explain why we didn’t see the Plod-BMW pass our motors on the way up Abingdon Street.

So with that now sorted out, lets get our arses back up to the other end, where the camera was slowly panning away from the white van doing a U-turn.

And at that point we saw the motor in the screenshot below come into view.

Time now: 14::42:53

Now this motor was trailing our car Number 11 by 3 seconds and those of you who are proper on the ball will know that we didn’t allocate this car a number in our car counting quest.

Course the reason for that is the fact that the motor wasn’t shown in our counting car video and has in all probability been added to the footage as a gap filler in order to distance the silver taxi from the posh car.

And looking at the motor there are some funny goings on with the body work. Indeed if the car has been added to the footage as a gap filler then it is likely to be a repeat of our car Number 23.

Indeed, further evidence to back that probability is that the camera took one of those convenient dips as the car passed.

Now there is quite a bit more to tell you about this car but to do so now would really leave you scratching your heads and as such I will come back to it in due course.

So moving on swiftly and as the camera continued to pan to the left our brightly coloured, Number 16 came into view, trailing that un-numbered car by 2 seconds.

Again this is all CGI.

The time now would be 14:42:55.

And behind our brightly coloured Number 16 is our boy-racer, Number 17, which looked to also have been used as the morph car when it was parked alongside the Palace railings.

Therefore we have lost Numbers 12-15… Which could have course gone around Parliament Square.

Nevertheless, behind our Number 17 is our Number 20 – the “Clearabee” van.

Also notice the photo journalist already on site and snapping away.

Number 20 is followed 1 second later by our Number 22 (another taxi) meaning that we have also lost our Numbers 18, 19 & 21.

And indeed if you look closely at the advert at the rear of the car you can see that it is clearly fake and I wouldn’t be surprised if it is the same taxi that we saw earlier which the plod prevented coming down Abingdon Street in the opposite direction (the taxi seen in the photo below).

After all, to be one and the same all that the turned-away-cab would need to do was travel the same route as I believe that our Number 6 van did, except in reverse… That is to say the cab took the same journey as the Number 6 van but in the opposite direction, whereas he didn’t take the same route as the Number 6 van whilst driving backwards… That would just be silly.

Nevertheless, after the taxi (Number 22) came the real Number 23 followed by a black cab which is our Number 24.

Meaning all is [relatively] as it should be with those 2 motors despite being surrounded by CGI.

The time now is: 14:43:o6.

However, as the taxi passes we see another non-numbered motor coming up the rear… Coming up the rear is of course typical behaviour for the Monsters and their Minions.

So I best remind you that the last car we counted (our Number 25) on the counting cars video appeared to be a very slow moving black Merc – which the motor behind most definitely is not.

Moreover, if the black cab (Number 24) was travelling at an average 30 MPH the time now would be 14:42:24 yet according to the counters the time is 14:43:10 so fuck knows how you lose 46 seconds in a 20 second journey which has taken the driver One minute & Six seconds to complete!

Also bear in mind that Robert Nisbet started his live broadcast for Sky News at 14:50 pm by which time there was no traffic coming or going along Abingdon Street and a plod BMW was also parked sideways in the middle of the carriageway. And of course there was also police tape strung from one side of the road to the other… Just sayin’.

But anyway, best we have a look at what is coming up behind our Number 24.

And it’s another badly sign written van which appears to have a big erect dick as the company logo… How very queer.

The cameraman then charts the vans journey, panning back to the right as he does so. Which is where we see the scene in the above screenshot. This screenshot reveals that the footage is again made up of two different pieces of film with the road surface once again being the instant giveaway and the bus stop being used to try and disguise the fact.

However, there are other clues as to the footage being fake such as the midget stood in front of the gate barrier which is different on either side of him.

The camera then continues to pan right.

And it is just after the above screenshot when we get to see what is going on.

You see what the security guard is doing is waiting for the traffic to clear so as the white van that I believe to be our Number 6 can do its U-turn… Just as a black Audi Estate car pulls up…. With a very dodgy looking front end to boot.

So unless by some freak coincidence this is another white van; the driver has been waiting to make the turn for nearly half a minute…HUH? Half a minute! Yet the van had it’s nose across the other carriageway when we last saw it!

And here is a reminder.

Notice the 38 seconds on the counter.

And don’t forget that at the time the security guard whom I mistook for a plodman – my bad – had been screaming at the driver to fuck off.

Nevertheless, despite the black Audi Estate with the dodgy front end slowing right down, the security guard bizarrely waves the driver through before allowing the van to make its turn.

And the above screenshot tells us that half a minute has now gone by with the van still waiting.

Which is strange.

The time now is: 14:43:16.

So to have a recap, the traffic that we have seen go passed the white van whilst it was waiting to make its turn are as follows in order of appearance:

  • The silver car which was our Number 11
  • The blue/black Focus (?) car which we didn’t allocate a number
  • The brightly coloured taxi which was our Number 16
  • The white Audi boy-racer which was our Number 17
  • The Clearabee van which was our Number 20
  • The London Taxi with yellow side advert – our Number 22
  • The purple/blue Focus (?) which was our Number 23
  • The all black cab which we had at Number 24
  • The van with a big cock as its company logo
  • And finally the black Audi Estate.

That makes 10 motors in total that the white van had to wait for to pass before the driver could double back on himself, despite the animated, verbally abusive, loud mouthed security guard shouting at him to ‘fuck off’.

Personally I reckon than the van was either picking up the runners who we saw in the background fleeing up Abingdon Street in order to take them up to the bridge or dropping off Journalists…Whom appeared to have AAA.

But that is of course just a theory… Albeit a good one since the van was held up for a long time.

Indeed there were also some big motors go by as the van waited despite the front end of the vehicle appearing to be a good way over the center white line of the two lane carriageway.

I mean why [pretend to] shout at the driver to “GO. GO” and then hold him up for 30 seconds – as a potential road hazard – in order to let a further 10 fairly slow moving motors go passed?

Doesn’t make sense does it?

Neither does the fact that the cameraman panned away at that exact moment (38 seconds into the video) leaving the viewer with the impression that the turn would be made there & then. Or I should say that it was suspicious rather than not making sense?

After all, the camera only returned to the van – nigh on a full 30 seconds later – as the black Audi Estate drove up to it… In other words, it was almost as if the cameraman knew that the van would make its U-turn straight after the Audi had been let through.

I mean it isn’t as if the Audi was the last motor to come up Abingdon Street – as you shall shortly find out.

Nevertheless, since the security wannabee plod was directing the van driver on his U-turn, you have to wonder why the real plod – or real looking anyway – came and took over?

And all that I can come up with by way of an answer is that it was a carefully stage-managed-act played out in order to deceive.

However, I really think that this needs a little more investigation.

And to do that we need to look at another video of the operation taken from a slightly different angle, which means that there was more than just the one fella filming and once again proves that the press were present from the outset… Not to mention the Clown, PC Big Mouth putting on an act by telling people to fuck off.

Don’t they always.

Now once again I know that some of you will find this all a bit tedious but if I cut corners it will give the Monster Minions a chance to fill in the gaps with their own version and I do not intend to give the arseholes a chance to wriggle out of this fraud.

Therefore, just bear with me because it does have a damning conclusion.

Nevertheless, by the time that he recovers we have the following scene:

Now around about this time PC Big Gob blows a whistle whilst shouting at the imaginary people on Great College Street which was really strange because the place is eerily quiet and he has a big fucking mouth.

Moreover, this was the first time that Big Gob had used the whistle in all the time that he had been shouting… And that is what drew me to it in the first place. I mean do coppers still even have whistles?

Nevertheless, the reason for him blowing the ear splitting monstrosity was to give the runners waiting down the bottom of Abingdon Street their cue to start running.

I must say that I strongly suspect that we have seen that van before.

And the time now is 14:43:49… At least it is in theory.

Now these runners go on to form a large group of those people stood at the junction of Great Peter Street – as seen in that ‘rare’ video of Terry May’s evacuation yet suspiciously mostly all are concealed from view in the “official” press version of Terry A-Go-Go.

However, before I deal with the Monkees you probably won’t be surprised to learn that there was yet another “amateur” photographer filming the car action.

And whoever it was did us a favour because he/she caught on camera – albeit non to clearly – the white van as it completed the U-turn.

Course, just prior to the above photo, he/she too had an epileptic fit and as such this was the first clear-ish image that I could get, hence anyone not following the plot would be forgiven for thinking that the van had come straight up Abingdon Street.

I wonder where PC Big Gob is in this footage and why he didn’t tell the fella filming on the corner to fuck off?

Oh but hang on… I do know why he didn’t! The mush filming is our MI 5  operative.

Remember him? Of course you fucking do.

But anyway, lets do the runners.

However, I believe that there was another cut at the point where the presstitute went out of shot because for some unknown reason the camera inexplicably zoomed in on PC Big Gobs shoes.

Very strange.

The time now is 14:44:03

And when the camera zoomed out enough to see the road again the van was nowhere to be seen – so it must be a turbo charged van since it went from a standing start with a slow moving taxi in front of it to nowhere to be seen in less than 2 seconds.

Very strange.

Nevertheless, take a look at Red Riding Hood in that last photo. She has an umbrella in her right hand and a bag with an impossible white sheen on it. Now look at these next photos.

Beyond suspect aren’t they?

However, there is more. There is always more don’t cha know!

And at this point we see the female presstitute come back into the picture… Let’s call her Ethel.

Exciting isn’t it… I’m on tenterhooks.

How bizarre, how bizarre… Carry on:

Curiouser & Curiouser!

Time now: 14:44:16

And it’s only our last car from our counting car caper, the number 25 car (a Merc that appeared to not be moving).

Time now: 14:44:40. Which means that it is 3 minutes 10 seconds after the shooting and the Merc has taken 1 minute 4 seconds to do the 20 second journey… Don’t cha just love statistics?

Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear… However, you can find him for the fourth time yourself… As well as all the other duplicates.

Nevertheless, it would still be pointless me telling you what’s going on here because what is going on here is a small part of a big thing that has to be seen as a whole to understand how the Monster Minions made this criminal fraud work. Therefore, just continue to bear with me and I will blow your socks off once we have got the car counting and runners out of the way.