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They say we're attacked by Aliens
Amongst
other 'things'.
'Royalty',
aka, the remnants of long-passed and still dynastic warlords, will
usually do anything to retain their place on a finite space, like on
earth.
The
'royal' House/s of Hanover who've rules earth for at least - my guess
- 300 years, no less.
He
found out about what the royals will do to retain absolute power on
earth, the hard way. As did his sister, and, their Dad.
Me?
I'm still finding out!
A 4
year old kid coming home from wherever mum had shuffled him off to on
one fateful day, to find either 'grandpop' dead somewhere in the
house - mum as likely had her extramarital lover, Boxer, pick
grandpop up from the doorway of the marital bedroom where she shocked
grandpop into having a heart attack, and carry him somewhere more
'suitable' to make it less suspicious, less criminal - was the first
event in Don's life telling him the aristocracy, the global
establishment, do anything to achieve their self-interested,
out-of-date, psychotic aims.
Or,
at minimum, 4 year old Don came home to mum carrying on as if
heartbroken that her dearest most beloved grandpop - her
'grandfather' - had come home after a harrowing day and died of a
heart attack.
But,
what could I know? Maybe the family all hated the old cunt's guts?
Maybe
he was a tyrant? After all..., it was the 1950s, middle-urban
Australia.
Stoicism,
post war, pre-1960s 'flower-power' cultural revolution, catholic
tyranny and anglican guiltlessness holding everyone and everything
down like cement boots.
Him,-
'grandpop' - late 70s, ex-pioneer, British establishment/invaders'
gold mine operator, killer of a few, 'a few', Aborigines in the
'pioneers' march into unknown but stupidly mineral-rich country [
'gold nuggets as big as a big man's fist, lying in the streams!'
my Aboriginal Grand-Father - mum's dad - told me himself ], grandpop,
stubborn, full of whatever varieties of psycho-pathologies in his
mind, for all the grievous crimes he'd been party to, maybe the
family celebrated on the 16th July 1954, when the old cunt died?
A 4
year old, white, lower-middle-class, well protected son of a catholic
mother, might not have been seriously affected on the day?
His
sister, older by 2 years, has always been somewhat hysterical, or
easily sent there, so it might be a safe assumption that she was
affected on learning that grandpop had 'carked' it, at
home - he was living out his later years with the small family - and
that the family was in some sort of - essentially fabricated - by mum
- shock.
Now,
58.6 years later, it matters little, or not at all, what effects the
kids suffered on the day - 16th July 1954.
Dad,
ex-World War 2 Australian Army Paratrooper, Sergeant Major, no less,
so, fucking tough, came home to the same situation, perhaps early
from the factory, it was a Friday, being somewhat of a
disciplinarian, and as likely, awake to his wife's half-sincere
character, but a conscientious husband and father, to the same
situation.
But
of course, to a 'modified' story from 'mum'.
'Boxer'
was known to 'linger' around, and was regarded as a family
friend. 'Uncle Boxer' to the kids.
But,
about every other adult, was labeled as an Aunty or Uncle to the
kids, in those days. Perhaps that's how families still do it, with
adult friends?
Dad,
being disciplined, strong, intelligent, savvy as he was - almost
never saw him done over in any deal - but for various reasons - mum's
witchcraft no small part of why - Dad was often 'reticent',
'withdrawn', preferring to take the lower place, when 'questions'
arose in his mind.
That
doesn't mean he was weak, no, but he was sharp enough to know that
when bullshit is the mainstay of a story, or of a conversation, or of
an argument, there was no point trying to argue. Especially against
a fiercely, and fiercely evil, catholic woman. A catholic woman
guilty of murder, and supported fully by her catholic convent nuns,
and, the larger church way over in - Rome - no less! And, in
Britain, Spain, France, ET cetera.
But
my guess is Dad was hit pretty hard once he was made aware of the
fact that grandpop had died at home from an heart attack.
I'd
say he was very upset if he was told that Boxer was around, or worse,
was a part of the story.
Whatever...,
nine months later, I was born.
Flaming
red 'Irish' at least 'Celtic' hair, [ Boxer, was an
O'Brien ] and maybe sporting a face full of very distinct freckles,
almost the 'norm' for Boxer's type of Irishman, albeit that Boxer had
that Irish, blonde, 'crinkled' hair.
Dad
had a reddish beard, but definitely not red hair.
Mum's,
for the record, because she dyed her hair as close as she could to my
color - when I was a kid -, which was a 'strong' red, was born with
hair as black as any full blood Aborigine.
No
coincidence there, either.
So,
me dropping out nine months after the house of the Cook family was
shattered by grandpop's death, made some sort of impact on Wendy,
Don, and, Dad.
Mum,
well.., she was a catholic convent girl, stolen from her Aboriginal
Dad, soon after her mother died, so with a serious agenda of talking
shit lifelong, and for all the abuse she'd suffered in under-class
Australia, with 'Black' blood, and from the 'tutoring' the convent
forced down her throat, and, that she'd actually planned grandpop's
'death', 'execution', 'assassination', let's call it 'murder' - 'why'
comes later - she was also a tough little number. Added to that she
was 'well-endowed' with a pretty attractive figure, good looking, and
flirtatious to say the least - so as most lookers, was ruthless
inside.
So
I'd guess that mum was 'in control' from the moment she and Boxer
groped their way into the marital bed, had it off, conceived little
bastard Nicky, heard grandpop coming in the back door, walking down
the hall, perhaps lured by mum's fake sexual moaning [catholic
sheila, remember], she springing out of bed, naked, whoppers bouncing
menacingly in grandpop's direction, watching him drop of shock, and
then filling Dad's and the kid's ears with bullshit for the next
however long it took for the TRUE shit to hit the fan about what
actually happened on the 16th July 1954.
I
guessssss...?
So,
the Cook family has been in turmoil ever since, really.
Wendy's
been on Prozac and other anti-depressant and I'd hope
anti-psychotics, for, about 20 years, and onto harder pharmaceuticals
since - she 'won' a church school education - Anglican - so was
guaranteed a house, or two, or three, and a husband or two, and a
daughter, at about 40 years old. IVF - no worries, 'educated' sista!
Anything
to keep you onside and..., QUIET!
O!
And, she 'won' a beauty contest, at 16 years or so of age, [
'People', or 'Everybody's' Magazine ] and the trip to
Hollywood, and to Nashville to meet Elvis. Who wasn't there, so the
story goes. With mum.
Introductions
to the best Melbourne society could offer, a husband of one of the
best families, and the next day OFF! To Nashville, again, to live in
diasporic bliss for about 7 years, 'studying' to become someone who
hides down a fucking microscope, pretending to be a scientist for the
rest of her unimpressive career.
Either
she goes weak at the knees when any facts are raised, or she becomes
the classic white girl 'I'M ABSOLUTELY CORRECT IN EVERY THING I SAY,
THINK AND HAVE EVER DONE!' screaming banshee bitch to shut me, or
others up. But, I reckon she hasn't got the balls to play the
screaming banshee on others?
Besides,
I'm the only one whose kept out of the loop, of facts about things
like,
what
events surrounded my illegitimate conception on - 16th July 1954 -
and,
the
grand delusional Brit-Eurapean monarchy's plan to conceive, build and
fabricate a false Jesus, returned from the grave, to woo the dumb
flocking christians who've been told for generations if-not for
centuries that they must have 'faith' that Jesus will come back and
save them.
Whatever.
She's as weak as piss, in the face of the facts about that day when
she was but a child, or about why she 'won' the prize and the
trip to hollywood, or about what shit her family has had to talk and
fabricate and 'execute' since.
Dad!
I really don't think I can recall one day in my life when Dad wasn't
at 'loggerheads', arguing with mum?
They
were always fighting. Arguing, disputing, mocking, denigrating -
though mum was always first with an insult to Dad.
I
grew up - O! This is MY family I'm writing about! I'm 'little
bastard Nicky'.
But...,
I'm not a big part of this story.
I
grew up thinking parents bitching at each other was 'life'.
Dad
was almost always grumpy. He tried hard but was always unable to
'warm' to me.
'Distant'
is one word that suits.
Now,
the only thing I am angry with him over, is that.
[Dad
told me some ten or fifteen years ago, when I asked him, that he had
his first epileptic attack when he was 34 years old.
He
was 34 when I was born.
Between
his telling me that, and before he passed over, he said he'd been an
epileptic since his late 'teen years. Even in dim and dumb 1940s
Australia, I think the army would've rejected his application, before
he was 20, to join the army and to fight in Eurape, if they knew he
was an epileptic? Maybe? Maybe not?]
He
was prescribed a couple of now-known to be filthy-bad medications for
this epilepsy. “Phenobarb” was one, and Dialantin”.
His
moods were almost always 'on edge' in my youth, at home, and even
after leaving home, and Australia, then returning and living back
with them for a while, Dad was hard to get on with, and, was still
arguing with mum.
I
know now, that 'epilepsy' is a 'psychic' dis-ease, and can be excited
into acting on the sufferer's mental health, stability and nervous
system by occult manipulation.
I've
met a few people over my years, who 'suffered' from epilepsy. After
learning a bit about them, and that they'd been victims of severe
child abuse, by their parents, I connected the dots and realized that
epilepsy is a most pernicious form of mind control.
A
guilty parent will use their power over a child's mind to keep them
on the back foot, and silent, about the abuses they were victim to,
at the hands of their own psychotic parents, or others.
I
don't have epilepsy, but know I'm victim to horribly debilitating
'influences' when I'm with the family.
But
HEY! NOW!
I
know a little more as to why Dad was 'distant', and why he, and Wendy
and Don, and even the bitch herself, could never tell little bastard
Nicky, why Dad, and everyone else was really just 'pretendly' to me!
Yeah!
No exaggeration! 'everyone'!
Dad
lived out his 91 years in full-blown, Intellectual and emotional and
physical WAR against what mum was trying to fabricate. With little
bastard Nicky.
He
was Intelligent, Tough, Honorable and Dedicated enough to know he
didn't have much choice but to play along with this evil bunch of
psychotic 'matriarchs' of catholic Brit-Euro royalty, so stayed with
mum, and did his thing, as best he could.
He
was a very practical Man, good with his hands, and did most of the
upkeep of the houses they bought and lived in across Melbourne's
eastern suburbs, until age won over.
Along
with his Intelligent antipathy against her, and
her psychotic catholic's relentless false-god plan, and the constant
challenging he took up to her, against here sickening laugh-it-off
and carry-on attitude - typical of a witch - he wasn't going to be
dropped out in the street if he went all the way and left mum.
So
he wisely stuck around and ensured he was comfortably and nicely,
tastefully accommodated in the high-end suburban homes they had.
If
not for the astute and wise, disciplined accounting and other
management skills he possessed, albeit that mum would always have had
the church to run to, she
would've been on the streets and destitute, for her terrible
money-managing abilities, over-consuming habits and useless shopping
sprees.
I
was around 14 to 16 years old, when Dad came marching into the
loungeroom after another argument with mum, and asked me, in a voice
seething of exasperation and despair, 'Nick, if I was to leave
your mother, would you come with me, or stay with her?'
Me,
being but a puppet of a matriarchal clan of fucking psycho catholic
AND freemason witches, so had never had my own mind to make my own
decisions, on top of mum doing her devilish best to build a rift
between Dad and me, such that we could never be near each other for
long, could only say 'Argh? I dunno Dad? I couldn't know until
it happened?' or some bland shit.
SHIT
I wish I knew something about the bullshit mum had in store for me.
And
for Dad. And for Wendy. And for Don. And for the 'SEVERAL' other
males she seduced, bewitched, and even murdered!
So...,
Don, my older, never-discussed, nor admitted to, half-brother
by 5 years, found out the hard way what royal families will do to
retain their psychotic grip on all the land.
Once
he was informed and female-savvy enough, about what they and royal
women will do to get their hands on the real estate, I'd say the
piece of shit - Don - became a bit 'cynical'?
Once
he teamed up with a bloke from the same Nation of our now extinct
Aborigine Ancestors, as an air force cadet - or was it as an army
recruit - who might have known an whole lot more about the
massacres which persisted of our, their common Ancestors for perhaps
100 years, in Gippsland, Victoria, Astrayliar, and who might also
have heard of the same sub-Nation - the Brayakooloong
Gunai-Gurnai-Kurnai Peoples - being massacred up there, up the
Tamboritha Road, north-east of Licola Gippsland, around 1900, there
might just have been a LITTLE bit of indignation shared
between the two of them?
I
might continue this little 'story'...........
However,
the British and Eurapean aristocratic royal dynastic families will go
to genocidal lengths to claim the land of others, and to keep it, and
to bury the facts about their illegitimate claims on it, and to
secret forever the true facts about how many, and who, they massacred
to keep their unearned, insane wealth and false privilege.
Don
knew about most of this, from an early age, I guess?
He
rebelled, from my junior and thus limited understanding, and complete
unknowing of these other behind the scenes events, such as grandpop
dying somewhere little more than a few feet from the bed I slept in
for my 1st 20 years, his rebellion was 'the normal thing' for
adolescents of our warped Australian middle-urban culture.
Being
so heavily controlled lifelong, I've had to piece together all the
events of my life, and of the family, mainly since about 2005 when I
finally found out this was going on behind my dumb-as-dog-shit life.
Perhaps
the most harmful thing about it all is that no-one will admit to it's
existence, so I have to figure it all out for myself.
Apart
from daily necessities, shopping, ablutions, etc, it has come to
preoccupy my thoughts, and with the total isolation from society, I'm
wound back to reiterating the bullshit contained within the whole
roaring farce.
Then,
as if this wasn't hard enough to cope with, a number of people I
apparently insulted in years passed, learned of this filthy plan, and
decided to make my life even worse, by employing the occult to make
my social life as good as dead.
Everything
was got at by them, and they persist to today.
Ironically,
aside from the unknown to me insults or offenses I committed against
their softcock, proud and insane minds, I agree with them about the
heinous nature of this elitist plan to build and present to the dumb
flocks, a false messiah.
However,
since they 'tagged' me so much that everywhere I went and everyone I
tried to to business with, they either got in ahead or came in after,
and bought off the people, this counter filth subterfuge has gained a
momentum of it's own. So now, as for the last say 10 years, anyone
who is without any moral or ethical fibre, like, the vast majority of
white Australians, is seduced to employ their witchcraft upon me, and
are rewarded by scum-international to shit on me, everywhere and
anywhere I go.
Shit
happens, aye!
Well...,
this is the classic case of “NO! Some asshole makes it
happen!”
Nevertheless....,
somewhere back a few decades, Don became aware of the utterly evil
extent of this matriarchal plan to build me as 'Jesus on the
rebound'.
I
suspect he became a little misogynistic for it. He had been a best
friend of an highly Intelligent and 'gay' 'Liverpudlian' bloke, from
the UK, as far back as in his late 'teen years I think, and ended up
marrying Colin's Sister, Mavis.
But
at some stage in Don's early stint in the Australian Army, I think he
was bastardized by his fellow soldiers, it's usually the NCOs who
commit the offense, to 'capture' the souls of the recruits into their
cult of military warmongers.
Why
is open to debate. From here, I assess it's because the military
here and perhaps even worldwide now, is at war, in the occult and
subtle world/s against the warped and filthy bullshit religions.
Whatever,
in the occult world/realm/s, there's no doubt several wars occurring,
and 'capturing souls' in this earthly realm is part of that chaos,
which is why the churches have been fucking children for thousands of
years.
So,
the military, with it's brutal maltreatment of recruits, and young,
may not be all evil bastardizers, if they are fighting for souls to
engage against the far more evil far less Democratic' religious
cults.
Religious
cults who work hand-in-hand with the totally undemocratic global
monarchic, centrist dynasties to claim and retain, not souls, so much
as the tangible material resources of - the lands of the world.
And,
in the Scientific, Ethical, Philosophical and actually 'Spiritual'
diagnoses, and conclusions, the Land, everywhere belongs to The
People.
Don's
always, as far as I've known him, has been a Democrat.
In
Australia, 'Democratic Principles' as-it-were, have been fought for
in the political arenas, by the so-called 'left-wing' political
parties, aka the Australian Labor Party.
The
ALP, actually came into being just before the turn of the 20th
century, formed by Working Class People, from cities and the rural
farming mobs.
It
wasn't long before it was connected with other Workers' Unions and
Parties overseas, and through the 20th century they united as best
they could, not forgetting that the monarchists were well onto them,
and went to the most evil extents to stymie Democratic Movements,
Parties, Unions and, Revolutionaries wherever they showed and formed
up.
World
wars one and two I argue, were started by the western monarchies
precisely to crush these Socialist Organizations.
For
Australia's Working Class Warriors, the famed, ill-famed event
commemorated yearly here, of “Galipolli', was the British
establishment's most brutal plan to shatter the healthy, Honorable
and Noble even, Defiance and Courage of the Australian Diggers.
That
tragic event did not need to happen, was known and planned by the
British command to be a failure, with the mass slaughter of our Tough
and Righteous, Irreverent, against the bastard British colonial
government, 'Colonial' Fighters, their filthy way to kill our
Irreverence and Courage to fight them for our own nation's
Independence.
So,
this story, with all it's parts and chapters goes on and on, and by
no small part, enters my very own family, and is why Don, took the
roads of Dissent he took, over the last few decades.
Saddest
of all, perhaps, is that, while he and Dad were often not 'friends'
as Father and son should be, they were in their own ways, and lives,
on the same side, in deadly and fiercely Righteous opposition, to our
own mother, Dad's wife, and her cults'-plural, crazymind matriarchal
plan to use me to have the christian world of their dumbed-down
'faithful' flocks, ie., mass-hypnotized christians, believe that
Jesus has returned to save them. I say again, and again.
BULLSHSH-IT!
So...,
Don, and others he was close mates with, from the services they
enlisted in, not only out of their own induced mental and sexual
weaknesses, but at least as much out of a far more important and
globally crucial 'call', or even a 'Duty', to fight to the end this
heinous plan by the global elite to set me up as their world puppet,
thus fooling the world about the greatest falsity of all, that
'christianity' is correct, that therefore, jewish and christian
bullshit religion is redeemed and has been correct all along, thus
'falsely justifying all the shit they've imposed upon the rest of the
world, and, worst of all, justifying that the white supremacists of
the western hemisphere - ie., the wealthiest white 'false-christian'
monarchies - have always been right, and so had and still have the
right to go to their 'holy' wars against every other culture and
creed.
The
prospects of them having this false hex over every other far, far
more sane and balanced and peaceful culture, creed and nation, is,
well, pretty much what we now face, globally.
Endless
and utterly insane, unjustified bullshit wars, unto the end of time.
All
so the Brit-Euro establishment 'lords of sick', the OCCUPY
Movement's evil “1%”, can stay afloat in their completely insane,
opulent, MAXIMUM-CONSUMPTION lifestyles and customs.
That
Don and a worldwide group of blokes have gone a bit off the rails in
that mad war, and become pedophiles, as said, not merely for insane
selfish sexual pleasures, but to bring otherwise vulnerable children
up-to-speed - yes, younger than a 'balanced' culture and world would
have them - but to induct them as early as possible, and, before the
matriarchal religious pieces of shit got them, while he's taken to
making my life worthless, solitary, and severely socially and I have
to accept, intellectually damaged, and for all he's done to me over
the passed fifty years, such that I do regard him as a piece of shit,
I do manage to state that I can accept that he's not quite the
stupid, unconscionable cunt I see him as.
THAT,
appellation, as far as I have discerned, belongs with the females.
Women,
from jewish, catholic, protestant and freemasonic cults, ET cetera,
who have done everything they've done, and, I do believe this has
been going on for well over 2,000 years - the war by the matriarchy,
to bring down the patriarchal dominance of the planet - to assume
full ownership of all 'Mother Earth's' lands.
Because
I'm not told any facts about our family, our Ancestors, on any side
of my 'parentage', and have spent that last 8 years researching it
all, yet still am hit with facts which stun me and send me back to
alcohol in self-medication, from what I have uncovered, and been
given leads to, I still am inclined to side with Don, my lying,
corrupted, seriously psychologically disturbed half-brother, over
mum, and my sister Wendy, and all their idiot female witches who
insist on plying their dull and dark dumb witchcraft over my soul.
What's
more, they and their powerful establishment women, and, I put it,
hypnotized, thus compliant men, who have errant control of my life
via their placements in the Australian policing forces, the Victoria
Police Force being the body with whom I've chosen to write on this
ongoing tragedy called 'my life', support this deeply astray
ideological stance and try and war by the white western monarchist
females, and in such, willingly keep me isolated and racing to an
early grave.
It's
clear that none of them are capable of admitting their parts, as
individuals or as entire groups, be-they the Victorian, New South
Wales, Queensland and Australian Federal Police forces, including
ASIO, et al, or those from Britain, whom I unknowingly was befriended
by over the last 38 years, and with whom I socialized and worked.
It
seems, that their witchcraft and pride of never admitting errors, is
winning here, and for their own foolish egomania, will kill me.
“Thanks,
mates!”
My
brother Donald Walter Cook has his psychological problems, no
question.
War
does that.
But
because my mum and my half-sister Wendy, appear to have a dominant
cult, or collection of elitist matriarchal cults backing their
every-lie to me, and against Economic, Cultural, Intellectual and
Social Equilibrium on this planet, does not, not ever, make
them correct.
Nor
therefore, can they ever be, any more, justified to desert or push me
into the Hell I am in, or to condemn or incarcerate Don for His
Righteous, but inevitably crazy opposition, to their mad and
avaricious plans.
War,
is insanity. No question.
Everyone,
on all sides, has no option, but to face facts, facts which establish
beyond doubt, that the world's dominant western monarchic elite, aka,
'the anti-democratic, centrist christian establishment', matriarchal,
patriarchal, both, or otherwise, have lost the plot, and lost it in
fact, some thousands of years ago, and, in these fast down-sliding
times, down-sliding for their lost wandering and thus errant
government, worldwide, have lost all credible rights, privileges and
thus authority, to assume control of any of our forces, policing,
military, governmental, civil or religious.
They
say where attacked by Aliens?
With
the utterly insane outcomes from unintelligent spoiled-stupid
establishment and religious people abusing witchcraft, and other
people's rights and property, as they've been doing in the west for
at least 2,000 years, 'Aliens' are the least of humanity's worries.
Human!
Know Thyself!
Your
'enemy', is within!
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