When I was at Cambridge University, I studied at Jesus College. It was a college started by turning out the nuns who lived there, where women were admitted only recently, and where students called themselves Jesuits.
Nowadays students call themselves Jesuans, but that was not the way in the Eighties. We were Jesuits, jokingly so, but the joke was on us, because the Vatican was behind our abuse–just as for students at other Jesuit institutions like Georgetown University and Boston College. I turned down Georgetown twice, but they finally got me at Cambridge.
That’s a tesselated pavement at Fulton Hall, Boston College, where one of my girlfriends went, just like the masons have.
And that’s the seal of Boston College, with satanic red and black, and crowns for the Crown Corporation. It was founded in the cellar of a cathedral….
The flag and the crest of Jesus College look awfully similar for good reason. The Jesuits run them both. That’s our flag: crowns for the Crown Corporation, red and black satanic colors, and three cocks.
Dr. Katherine Horton, a hero in our fight, who studied and taught at Oxford–playfully called “the other place”–taught me how to read the symbols of heraldry, of our college, and our abuse. She’s a hero in our fight against the intelligence agencies that ruin our countries, CIA for Crown in America, and MI Whatever. You can learn from her below.
Shortly before I attended Jesus College, Edward Windsor, commonly known as Prince Edward, went there. We didn’t know that his family were a pack of satanic child molesters, which betray their country, but some felt the monarchy was obsolete, and everyone felt sorry for him. First-year students lived in college, sharing suites with kitchens, so they could make new friends and assimilate into college life. Edward lived with his bodyguards. How telling. The English monarchy is so hated, even in its own country, that its minor members fear to walk the streets.
What a sad contrast to the days of Elizabeth Tudor, who, although there were attempts on her life, walked among her troops at Tilbury before the Vatican sent the Armada against her. As Queen Elizabeth said, when England was a vibrant country,
We have been persuaded by some that are careful of our safety, to take heed how we commit ourselves to armed multitudes, for fear of treachery–but I assure you I do not desire to live to distrust my faithful and loving people.
Let tyrants fear!
I have always so behaved myself that, under God, I have placed my chiefest strength and safeguard in the loyal hearts and good-will of my subjects; and therefore I am come amongst you, as you see, at this time, not for my recreation and disport, but being resolved, in the midst and heat of the battle, to live and die amongst you all–to lay down for my God, and for my kingdom, and my people, my honor and my blood, even in the dust.
You can watch a video reenactment here. Watch her body. I often teach this speech, and its blocking, as a university lecturer, where I teach public speaking.
Those were the glory days of England, when Sir Philip Sidney challenged the Earl of Oxford to a duel because he did not want the French to have a low opinion of English valor, when Sir Francis Drake leisurely finished his game of bowls before he sailed against an invading force, and when Shakespeare wrote the greatest plays the world has ever seen. That’s the England I remember. It lives in Brexit, and it lives in Little England.
But now, under the Windsors, and their slaves, the grey bourgeoisie look down, and apologize if you tread accidentally on their feet, while the masons rape their children, import muslims wholesale, and surveil their every move. Even The Guardian, run like all English media by MI7, sometimes acknowledges a problem.
The English jump when they get a text, and they watch the BBC, run by MI7. As T.S. Eliot, an American poet they claim as theirs, quoted Dante, “I did not know death had undone so many.” I was going to put Eliot below, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I put another American poet, Ezra Pound, whom Eliot called the better maker. In Hugh Selwyn Mauberley, before CIA threw him in the insane asylum for treason, Pound described part of what brought England to this fix.
What didn’t Prince Edward have handed to him? And whom didn’t he let down?
Cambridge never should have let him in, since, even though he attended the Illuminist stronghold of Gordonstoun, where he was appointed Head Boy, he earned a C and two D’s on his A-Levels. Normally, Cambridge requires straight A’s from anyone admitted, but they must have figured Edward Windsor didn’t have it easy enough. I wonder whose place he took. That person’s probably lucky, since Cambridge is nothing but a programming center where students are sexually abused and cybernetically implanted. I know because they did it to me.
The Royal Marines paid twelve thousand pounds toward Edward’s tuition on the condition that he serve. Still the young prince felt no obligation, so he ran away from commando training after only three months. His putative father, Prince Philip, must have given him a prolonged tongue-lashing, since even the English papers reported that the Duke of Edinburgh reduced Edward to prolonged tears. Edward finished his military service as personal aide-de-camp to his mother. Maybe the young prince felt better when the English gave him three honorary colonelcies and made him an honorary air commodore.
Later Edward formed the television company, Ardent Productions, which insiders called a sad joke. In that capacity, he made a white-washed documentary about his uncle, Edward VIII, who conspired with the Nazis, telling them to bomb London, while he pimped his wife to Joachim von Ribbentrop, who served as foreign minister to Hitler and was executed for war crimes. In the documentary, Edward characterized his uncle as a man who gave up the throne for love.
The boy prince has subsequently represented England on many diplomatic missions, all over the world, to globalist events. He may wear the uniform, but I’m glad at least he’s not wearing a Jesus tie….
I cannot think of a fitter representative of the monarchy–unless it were Lord Mountbatten, who introduced Jimmy Saville to the royal circle.
Neither can Edward’s Illuminist masters, who mock England with a puppet prince.
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