On Wednesday last, I noted that the skies were going to be clear and sunny all day and decided to pack up my troubles in my old backpack and go for a wander along the valleys and up one of my favourite locations, Lathkill Dale.
I begin the Roguecast with a revelation that hit me as I was reading “The Controversy of Zion” by Douglas Reed, with particular reference to the historical differences between the true Israelites and the Judahites. It is a densely-packed book that goes right back to the events of some 600 years BC. When I say revelatory, I am not exaggerating for it has finally laid bare just who and what the Jewish people are and how their ‘God’ is essentially a fake one whose doctrines (the ‘statutes’) are those of isolation, subjugation and destruction - all of which can be seen manifesting in the Middle East right now.
It has also provided further meat to the bones of my regular contention that the courts of England have been captured by foreign influences of a Talmudic persuasion. Indeed, it is fair to state that there is a rabbinical quality about how the judiciary goes about its business - with one man presiding over it all, a man who is effectively, judge, jury and executioner and a system which is riddled with deceit that is always biased in favour of the financial institutions to the great cost of the natives of these lands.
Indeed, the book of Deuteronomy, which, literally, means ‘the second law’ is like a manual for a system of justice in which Judges and Statutes are issued over the peoples not in accord with God’s Law (the Golden Rule) but those of the Rabbinical diktats of the Jewish mndbenders and soul-devourers.
That is the issue here - the fake UK’s courts have been wholly captured by Jewish influences and fake legalities.
And all the while, we see how the claims of anti-Jewish bias, the false notion of ‘anti-semitism’ and any attempts to critique these Judaic practices are immediately shot down or undermined at source. After all, our ancestors, the dirty goyim, were unthinking cattle, prejudiced and wholly irrational in what they documented and warned us of when it came to Talmudists, weren’t they?
Upon closer examination, it becomes ever clearer that this could not be further from the truth.
“In Leviticus the necessary insertion was made: ‘I have severed you from other people that ye should be mine’. Thenceforth no Judahite might marry outside the clan, under penalty of death; every man who married a foreign woman committed a sin against God (Nehemiah, 13.27; this is the law in the Zionist state today). ‘Strangers’ were forbidden to enter the city, so that the Judahites ‘might be purified from everything foreign’.” The Controversy of Zion, p46., Douglas Reed, (1956)
The ramble, which began so promisingly was somewhat tarnished by the sight of the Lathkill massacre: all the way up the formerly industrialised Lathkill Dale there lay hundreds of corpses. A chainsaw massacre had taken place and the result was an absolute mess.
Everywhere, hundreds of trees had been felled and had been left bestrewn across the river Lathkill, left to rot in its crystal waters, the steep hillsides were littered with them and, as can be seen from the footage, even the footpath had the dead boughs laid across the way.
It was like walking through a devastated landscape: the sheer scale of it is demoralising and those other walkers who I spoke with viewed it also as a scene of vandalism and wanton destruction.
Doubtless, there will be someone in a far-away office who will attempt to justify it as an act of forest management, that many of the trees were dead, that the plan is to provide a nature reserve for the wildlife etc.
Regardless of that, however, who was behind it and why, if it were a team of foresters, has it been left in such a woeful condition? Why has the timber, the massacred trees and all the detritus not been removed?
As I mention in the podcast, there was a team of about 15 volunteers further down the dale who were engaged in putting an unnecessary edge on a section of the footpath, a vanity project if ever there was one, when all around them there lay a mass destruction which had not been cleared away. I suppose it would be like planting poppies in a WW1 battlefield before the bodies of the dead had been removed for burial.
In a way, this is of course symptomatic of the times, of an epoch in which noone can see the woods for the fallen trees. A world that is run as an idiocracy, with fookwits of all natures sitting behind desks in air conditioned offices, issuing phoney mandates, acting with presumed impunity, extorting moneys from the peoples they are supposed to serve and avoiding accountability at all costs.
By way of example, let us consider the Parking Bandits and Nottingham City council, both of who have not provided the information requested over 4 months ago in a DSAR (Data Subject Access Request) which they are obliged to answer within a month of the request being received.
The CEO of Nottingham City Council is also ignoring a FOI (Freedom of Information) Request about how much it is taking in extortion payments from said parking bandits.
We are living in some kind of photo-negative realm in which everything is the opposite to the truth.
Meanwhile, the journey continues, up and out of Lathkill Dale to emerge at the Bull’s Head in Monyash - a seemingly delightful English village, high up on the moorlands of Derbyshire.
However, a conversation with a local man reveals that all is not as it seems for the truth is that the private dwellings in these villages are largely owned by absentee landlords who rent the properties out to holiday makers and that only a few truly local people live there. As if to compound matters further, the councils impinge regularly on the rights of the people, with illogical restrictions on home improvements and, as we saw up Lathkill Dale, attempts to manage the environment (a National Park, no less) that are bereft of logic and common sense and more concerned with imposing the false diktats of Agenda 2030 over the lands.
After a well-earned quart of ale, I head off back across the high landscape, back to whence I began, having completed a very interesting 12 mile circuit, albeit one which contained the site of the Lathkill Chainsaw Massacre.
As I opine at the end, it is as necessary now as it has always been, to remember that adage,
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
and that we are merely passing through on our way back to whence we came. The round will complete when the journey is ended, or, perhaps I should state, ready to begin again.
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