It's Time

'It's Time' was the slogan used by very clever marketing agencies to present the ground-breaking and seemingly 'Left Wing' E. G. (Gough) Whitlam Labor government way back in the 1970's. Eventually, this government was deposed by a coup d'etat run by Henry Kissinger and the Council For Foreign Relations and various now-discredited 'strange' banks owned and managed by various shady characters from parts of the CIA. Christopher Boyce, the one-time secret agent for the CIA, gave some fairly astonishing evidence that was supported by independent facts and he went to jail in the US for a long time because basically, they didn't like that he spilled the beans about what had gone on.

On the surface, Boyce was charged and found guilty of trading or selling defense secrets to the Soviets.

Blanc de Bleu Champagne - totally real,
totally legit; Pink Champagne is sometimes, well
it isn't pink!

The CIA is not one single uniform, and seamlessly monolithic creature, regardless of how its top people like to see it. I could go into where the 'seams' and 'fractures' are but I'm not going to do that.

Underneath the media story about Boyce, was his fundamental claim that he had been receiving 'misrouted' internal secret communications about plans to get rid of Gough Whitlam and/or his government. Now it may indeed be that there are such things as 'misrouted' communications in the CIA. LOL. I wouldn't know about those things and I have never encountered such things...

Today of course, we know that things 'go missing' in the United States government, and its brain has been missing for a while. Leaving aside the 33,000 emails from Hillary Clinton, and the 400 million Swiss Francs 'to Iran,' recently a story has been moving around that the FBI 'lost' an officer whom they believed was dead, only to have him turn up yesterday with an un-serialized, from-the-factory, Glock pistol and a silencer. Needless to say he was at a Trump speech having busted through many levels of its security.

Ed Snowden this week released the code 'It's Time.'

Everybody ought to know what he means.

Snowden is nothing if not a student of history.

And there would certainly be a few people around the place who would be under no illusions about what 'It's Time' means. 

It is a fact, that five Saudi nationals were found with heavily encrypted computers which held the exact itinerary of Donald Trump - and that was more than a year ago!

Saudi nationals, not Jewish nationals let me just point that out. Kissinger is NOT a Jew, and neither is John Brennan - they are both motivated by a love for what America stands for, free enterprise, power, and money. 

There are things I could tell you about how Donald Trump is being protected but I'm not going to do that either; I want him to get to the election.

If anyone makes a mistake from here on in, things might turn quite a bit more ugly and nasty than you could possibly imagine short of a Hollywood movie.

Tang Is Also 'Old Money'

I've got a letter from David Tang somewhere, the person who conceived the highly successful 'Shanghai Tang' design emporium. If I recall rightly, it concerned some query about lobster supply for his private club in Shanghai prior to a major Asian festival or centennial or something.   

David Tang is another one of these interesting 'Londoners;' I mean yeah he is a legitimate 'Tang' as in literally from the Tang Dynasty families - but he speaks with a real Chelsea accent.

Tang-designed dragon Martini glasses,
and something else, I don't know what

I'm not so sure that he really is the actual design brains behind the brand itself, and all of its products, but he is at minimum, the equivalent of what Alessi was to its brand - a sound design manager.

The Shanghai Tang franchises almost all around the whole world, have been retreating from their prominent high profile premises, and moving to smaller footprint, and often rather hidden abodes. But they are not going away, as such. 'Tang' is forever.

David - or in fact Sir David, as he is today - is a rather boring middle class mindset type of Londoner with an Sino-Asiatic look about him. And the trouble with a lot of these Etonian- types, is that they are not anywhere near as brilliant as they claim to be, or often, sneeringly insinuate that they are! I don't even think they believe they are sneering when they talk. That is how out-of-touch with human reality and society they really are.

Now you ought not to make the serious mistake of thinking that 'society' consists of these people; not actual 'upper class' society. They think they are, but they are not. 

'Tang' is upper class. And David Tang ought to be upper class because of his surname. But he isn't and anyone from the genuine upper circles can tell instantly when he speaks. 

I had one of these once - it was
undriveable.  

Someone behind Shanghai Tang is upper class, but it ain't Sir David. And that is all I will say about it.

But as a way of 'explaining' what I am saying, let me tell you this - if people want to say there are
such things as 'Reptilians' or 'Rothschilds' (pejoratively) and all of this, then they had better understand that you cannot walk into a room with one of those and feel bored.

Think 'conservative,' think 'promote conformity' - think middle class. 

Think someone or something hiding in the shadows, behind what is actually going on, that is the hand or the agency or even the mufti style of the genuine Upper Class in person. And the outcome, always bespeaks who was doing what where.

And if someone who is UPPER CLASS chooses to show themselves out in the open, the sun is occulted.

By the way, have you ever noticed that with all of the images and pics of things which are supposed to be to do with wealth or luxury, there never is even a single speck of dust anywhere - I tried to find a pic (the Lamborghini above) with at least some elements of weather or dirt...

There's something about the middle classes that they have this phobia about dirt and dust and everything must be perfectly pristine all the time. Unused, I would hazard. Which is why a lot of stuff that is portrayed as representative of wealth and luxury and so on - is actually non-functional. Or 'un'-functional. I would call it 'un'-functional. I mean it works, but it never does what it says it is meant to do for you.

Analyst?

Y'all remember that James Coburn film 'The President's Analyst?' 

Coburn plays this psycho-analyst who is contracted by the Government of the United States to 'look after' the state of mind of the President - who happens to be a black guy in the movie.

Very scary movie, with a very scary ending.

'The Telephone Company' apparently has gone around substituting real people with automatons - or perhaps have implanted people (I can't quite recall which it was right now) with some kind of device that allows them to completely control these subjects. Including the President, and eventually, including the President's analyst too! 

I only clearly remember now that the fading final scenes of the movie show a cable being plugged into the shoe of Coburn's character with the intended meaning that he had himself now been 'taken-over' by the Borg/Telephone CORPORATION.

Personally I am not one of these anti-'H++' (Augmented Human) Luddites. I like technology, I am a technologist myself, and it isn't the machine intelligence of a dynamic electronic system that worries me particularly.  

It is the defective human that worries me. It is the malevolence of human ideologies wrapped in some other covering that is so easily sold to the continually unsuspecting ordinary person who is trying to mind their own business.

I told you all that Erdogan was going after the US Air Base in Incirlik in Turkey. Today, there was a huge protest rally outside that base. Erdogan could not have been anything other than behind it. He seems to be able, after all, to suppress even a military coup against him in fifteen minutes...

Saudi University class

You 'watch it now,' but... I suppose there are a lot of doomsayers around; it's the easiest thing to engage in, that kind of EOTW scenario talk. But we are in for the hell of it now. And you'd better hope Trump is the guy in the driver's chair and he can get back some of the top brass, like McChrystal.

Saudi Arabia, is being run by madmen. It isn't Assange's leaks about Hillary's emails that ought to concern anybody - we already all know she is 'problematic.' And it isn't those emails that the Russian Secret Services particularly cares about. THEY, actually have got Arabic readers and speakers working for them on the electronic communications traffic in places like Indonesia, Singapore, Saudi, Bahrain, Qatar, Londonistan, Egypt, and Turkey. And they know EXACTLY what's up.

And none of it is funny.

White Painted Guns Episode II

We continue our alt version of 'James Bond...'

*

The newly installed Foreign Secretary, Boris Johnson, looks out from his shrapnel-proofed, Lord Conran-designed triple-pane glass window with its highly-varnished dark Scottish heartwood Ash frame.

The Permanent Head of the Department, a red-headed fifty-year old woman from the ordinary Public School system closed the manila file in her hands and tapped a mauve lacquered fingernail on its cover to signal a decisive moment in the discussion.

So what d'you really think you know...?
I mean about Boris Johnson...

"Eve," the new Foreign Secretary said, looking away from the vista and back directly into the green eyes of the P.H. "What do the Americans say? 'Reach out,' is it? Well have someone you trust completely, reach out to that eccentric American billionaire John McAfee, and ask him if he will consider secretly paying for some equipage and establishment, for a small team of independent reporters and investigative journalists to give us the plain unvarnished truth about some of the matters in that file of yours. And ask John Watson from across the aisle if he will be prepared to get a bit dirty with us on this as well. Top Secret, of course. Everything. Everything is to be Top Secret. The whole matter. No one is to know under any circumstances."

That evening, Boris Johnson attends his club and orders what he rarely ever ordered, this time though, in celebration of his achieving a childhood dream, that of combining high Parliamentary Office, with the splendid role of the fictional 'M,' who was of course, in reality and originally, 'C.' And then later on 'R' with Dame Stella, who completely messed up the point of a having a secret service, with fraternization with the mercantile, venal, shallow, and ultimately deeply treacherous mediocre classes. Nothing at all wrong with the lower classes, Charles the farmer knew that; for without them, British estates would all grind to a halt, and be overrun with gorse and sedge - as if King Arthur had left the Land and was dead - which he was not.

Needless to say, McAfee leapt to the offer. 'Sir' John McAfee... Now that, would be some serious cool. After all.

...After his Port, and his club's renewal version of the famous Boodle's Orange Fool, Johnson sat back with his favourite cigar in hand, and contemplated the potential elegance of the future yet to come.

The London Sartoria restaurant's Orange Fool

And turned over in his mind, the short list of possibles from the Black Watch, and the Coldstream Guard, and various public and private gymnasiums, parkour training facilities, and trampoline academies too - the latter where Daniel Craig's stunt coordinator came from of course. And one of these, as a matter of irony and trivia, was owned by the descendant of the great adventurer writer and Oriental fairy-tale compiler, Sir Richard Francis Burton KCMG FRGS. Oh, and not to mention, spy. For Richard Burton was a spy of course. As well as a very serious Arabic scholar. 

Ah, the Arabic... We would have to consult too, he thought, with the modern linguist and Arabic scholar, the strangely named, but in all other respects, highly gun-barrel straight, Christian Prince. (His link:) https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChsXHzayDrPorHF4bg_qIXQ

Jayne Bond's new automobile, the McLaren 570
...And that's Jayne's legs right there

Asking My Dad About Hiroshima

I remember I used to ask my dad about why the Americans dropped nukes onto Japan, since, according to him, the War was over in the sense that Allied forces had completely asserted themselves over the remaining Japanese troops all over Asia and the Pacific.

And he said, it was morally not the sort of thing the British would have done... but... (Well now, right here we also have to note 'the British' is something that means something TOTALLY different to a BRITISHER, compared to everyone else. 'The British' is this fantasy idea that 'the British' hold about themselves, even as they know it not to be true as a reality anyway.)

A scene from Shakespeare - Richard III

But... my father, and pretty much all the other people who had survived through the War with Japan in South East Asia in particular, said there were a large number of Japanese who could not, because of their ideology about the 'Sun-God' nature of their Emperor, actually give up or surrender or even live in some acceptance of a peaceful life after War as such. There would be suicides, murders, further sporadic attempts, not matter how futile, on the part of many Japanese ex-soldiers and maybe some civilians too. 

The 'Sun-God' Emperor has in recent years, 'retired' the notion that he really is a living god on Earth... And, following the dropping of the nuclear bombs, a certain ability to 'excuse' their shame at being defeated in War on account of the 'viciousness' of the nuke thing, was allowed to creep into post-War Japan.

Who do these fanatics most remind you of in recent times? Would it be the Islamic World by any chance?

Not a reptilian, at all...

Is there any chance the nuclear weapon will be used again?

It is certain that it will.

It is CERTAIN.

And Riyadh, Saudi Arabia will be one of the targets.

Is there any chance that I am wrong? No. None at all.

Can it be avoided?

No. It cannot.

And will it be just a simple matter of one or two bombs or missiles? No indeed it will not be.

There are, today, around two hundred million people in Indonesia, almost two hundred million in Pakistan, seventy million in Turkey, and about thirty million in Saudi Arabia.

That is to say, those are roughly the numbers TODAY.

And I am, I'll admit it now, not only a member of the Illuminati, but I am also one who is able to reach a certain place with 'seven facets,' and which is the cornerstone.

So it is written.

(And so far, I, myself, have written no further...)