Mandelson and McSweeney Pulling the Strings whilst ‘Nero’ Fiddles.

Notes and Overview:

It is factually correct to state that a disproportionate majority of those who act in the roles of presidents, prime ministers, media influencers and all positions of ‘authority’ are short in stature and Sir Keir Starmer is no exception. Some may term this as the Napoleon Syndrome – a psycholigical trait that seeks power or influence over others due to an insecurity about the size of one’s biological avatar.

Napoleon syndrome is most prevalent in those who seek fame and/or power.

That, in and of itself, may go a long way to explaining how and why SAS (Short A*rse Starmer) is acting out the role of a faux Roman Emperor and erroneously declaring that the Brit-Card will be mandatory: a nonsensical suggestion that goes against thousands of years of common law jurisprudence.

It is also why, after some deliberation, SAS is the ignoble recipient of this week’s Great British Bell End (GBBE) ‘award’.

Of course, it is to be noted that he is but an actor, playing out a role on a geopolitical stage that’s set by his masters’ set designers for the distraction of the masses. As such we need to be mindful that All the Word is a Stage and not get dragged into what is essentially a puppet show.

The theatre and the actors are directed by the mind-benders who set the stage for their finacial overlords who own it all, lock, stock and barrel.

Those who pull the strings behind the scenes are the shadowy characters like Mandelson and his protege, Morgan McSweeney, both of whom, we can reasonably infer, are agents to the disreputable House of Rothschild, the finaciers who hold the One Ring to Control it All.

Nathan Rothschild (middle), son and heir of Lord Rothschild (dis).

With regard to Peter Mandelson, the recently sacked ‘UK” ‘Ambassador’ to the ‘US’ is, most likely, an agent of said House of Rothschild, purportedly being handled by Lord Rothschild’s succeeding son, Nathan (above). In his turn, Mandelson is the likely handler of Sir ‘Kweir’ Stalin, albeit through his agent, Morgan McSweeney:

“From day one of Starmer’s leadership, McSweeney has been at his side: Starmer appointed him Chief of Staff in April 2020 . Though McSweeney left that post after a year (reportedly to focus on election strategy) , he remained Starmer’s most trusted adviser.

He returned as Labour’s Director of Campaigns in 2022 , masterminding the party’s general election drive. After orchestrating Labour’s 2024 election victory, McSweeney re-entered Starmer’s inner circle in government, first heading political strategy in No.10 and, following a brief internal power struggle, reclaiming the top job as Downing Street Chief of Staff in October 2024 . (He reportedly “won a power struggle” against incoming aide Sue Gray to secure the Chief of Staff position .)

In June 2024, the New Statesman ranked McSweeney the #1 most influential progressive in the UK, calling him Starmer’s “most trusted aide” . Even The Times acknowledged that “nobody without elected office wields as much power” as McSweeney in today’s Labour Party.” Source

In my previous Rogue Cast, I suggested that Starmer has, metaphorically, jumped the shark. It is not a point of contention to state that he is about to be made a scapegoat, just like Sunak was before him – his role is to stir up trouble, to cause mass demonstrations and to thus sow division all around. As a traitor, whose professed allegiance is to the WEF, he is creating the chaos out of which the order will come.

When one is able to see him as a mere character in a highly entertaining stage-play, then, and this may be the one thing I can state is to his credit, it has to be acknowledged that he is playing a marvellous variety of roles. Roles that are those of the wicked arch-enemy, a reviled villain who has a closet that is bulging with misdemeanours, trinkets, sexual scandals and all manner of frauds.

His levels of duplicity are the measure of his trade: a solicitor/barrister, a man drowning in legalese, so far adrift from the truth that his tool-making father and his dear mother could only look on in disappointment and wonder where it all went wrong:

Flanked by his tool making father and mother, Starmer receives his degree in legalese, Leeds University, 1985.

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