Like all children, I was always fascinated by the stories of giants and in 1977, I met one. I was with my dad in the basement of the Woolworth Store in Huddersfield when one such approached us. My dad knew him. This giant was, my dad informed me, 7 foot 2 in height and he... Continue Reading →
Phoenix Rising (Part 2): a Royal Dead as Circus Rolls Into Town
Before going into the main subject of today's post, yesterday was, of course, 9-11 and 3 days after the alleged demise of Elizabeth Saxe-Coburg Gotha, an event that has heralded more dark sorcery engineered by the parasitic elite and the brain-dead mainstream media. The resultant hypnotic mist that has clearly manifested yet another Mass... Continue Reading →