Cologne sex attacks – The consequences of mass immigration

Cologne sex attacks: Germany’s
De Maiziere criticises police!

Enough is enough! – This author speaks out!

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Cologne sex attacks – Arab Welfare Invader spits at blonde haired woman on New Year’s Eve
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Cologne sex attacks – Young blonde haired woman is attacked by Welfare Invaders.

Author’s note:- I have taken the opportunity of re-blogging an article about the Cologne Sex Attacks from the BBC who finally put it on their website.  It is worth noting that most major UK newspapers, especially The Guardian and The Independent dragged their feet before the overwhelming surge of information coming from Germany forced them to publish.
Certain newspapers have taken the view that we should welcome this flood of economic welfare invaders with open arms as they head to Europe, through Italy and Greece, from North Africa.
My Beloved and I have long held broadly left wing leaning views but we look aghast at the naivety of today’s young left wing. They are spouting unrealistic 20th Century dogma with no thought of the consequences for our societies today. They need to reevaluate their narrative before it is too late. Their incredibly naive position that we must welcome incomers with open arms and provide them with food, housing and health care at our expense is suicidal.

German, Finnish and Swedish Politicians have gone completely insane and the left wing in the UK want to join them.

WE MUST KEEP THESE WELFARE INVADERS OUT!

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The Rape of Europe – Paul Joseph Watson

Agent Bertram called to Buckingham Palace!

Agent Bertram called to Buckingham Palace!

It was a Saturday

It was early morning and someone was knocking on Agent Bertram’s front door.  ‘This can’t be good.  It has to be bloomin’ Buckingham Palace.  If I’m wanted at the Palace, it’s always on a bloody Saturday, in my own time,’ thought Agent Bertram dragging his dressing gown over his crumpled nightshirt and stumping downstairs to the front door.  ‘The one day that I get to have a nice lie in and then traipse around the shops with my Beloved… and that’s the day they choose to knock on the front door at eight in the morning just when normal decent folk are settling down to a few more zeds!  However, as traipsing around the shops looking for wedding paraphernalia is not quite my idea of heaven, this could be a blessing in disguise…

Outside, standing on the front step of Bertram’s Gower Street home in London’s Bloomsbury area, was a middle-aged man dressed in a chauffeur’s outfit.  He, being from Buckingham Palace, looked immaculate.  Bertram scowled at him and glanced over his shoulder towards a Bentley Mulsanne car that positively oozed the colour black.  This black was so deep and the paintwork so scratch-free that if it were not for the colourful Royal Crest on the passenger door, subtly announcing the vehicle’s provenance, it would have been difficult to determine if the car was really there at all.

“Something’s up at The Palace then, eh?”  ventured Bertram speculatively.
“I can see why you are Her Majesty’s Special Agent… and I am merely the chauffeur,” drawled the man in the thickest of soupy tones.

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Agent Bertram visits Buckingham Palace

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Agent Bertram vs Jason Bourne

Jason Bourne / Agent Bertram – the comparisons.

Master the Spy Field Craft of Agent Bertram and Jason Bourne, learning how to emulate them in the field.  We make comparisons between Jason Bourne and Agent Bertram, man of mystery and pizza.

This post has been adapted from an article by The Lone Iguana to whom we are deeply indebted.

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What went wrong in Paris?

What went wrong in Paris?

Frankly I am depressed, even for a Secret Agent.  Here in the UK our Secret Services, MI5, MI6 or the SIS as they now like to be called, and my own people at The SIM or The Ministry as I call it, more accurately named The Sovereign Intelligence Ministry, have access to a myriad of intelligence gathering methods.  The technological sophistication is mind boggling!  If you can conceive it, then it is more than likely that we are already doing it.  After the total failure of the French Secret Service to forewarn the people of Paris of an impending terrorist attack, this begs the question, what went wrong in Paris?

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What went so dramatically wrong in Paris?

Eavesdropping and Scanning?

We scan every email that you send.  We eavesdrop on your telephone conversations.  We have access to satellite imaging that can track the movement of individual vehicles and people.

 

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Andrew Neil of the BBC

The BBC’s Andrew Neil, a man for whom I have some respect, spoke out from his ‘This Week’ program on the BBC and said what he thinks of the terrorist attackers.  Well done Andrew!

Paris Friday 13th November 2015

La Marseillaise

The Tricolour Flag
Le Tricolore

Allons enfants de la Patrie,

Le jour de gloire est arrivé !

Contre nous de la tyrannie,

L’étendard sanglant est levé, (bis)

Entendez-vous dans les campagnes

Mugir ces féroces soldats ?

Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras

Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes !

Aux armes, citoyens,

Formez vos bataillons,

Marchons, marchons !

Qu’un sang impur

Abreuve nos sillons ! (bis)

In memory of our French cousins who lost their lives in Paris.
And not forgetting our other cousins who lost their lives in Beirut in Lebanon just the day before.

Midnight Raid by Pine Marten!

Midnight Raid by Peter the Pine Marten.                                      Shock horror exposé probe! – William Frederick

Before I launch into the exploits of our local Pine Marten I would like to mention the weather.  We seem once again to be following in the footsteps of our American Cousins in that we, in the UK, have started naming our storms.  The Cousins must find it hilarious that the Brits feel compelled yet again to copy what they have done.  In fact I have it from a colleague in the Foreign Office that the Whitehouse have a monthly meeting were hilarity oft ensues as they think up ever more bizarre things for us to imitate.

Yesterday and today we have been mauled by autumn storm Abigail which, if described as wild, would amount to an understatement of epic proportion.  As I write this deathless prose, our slatted wooden ceilings are heaving up and down and creaking like a pensioner’s back, due to the the pressure changes in the loft as one wave of wind crashes against the house, followed by another.  The wave analogy works just fine for me, I know full-well that it’s not water but invisible air crashing onto the roof and walls which behaves just as though we are in a wild tumultuous ocean.  In compliance with the alphabetical storm naming of our Cousins, we will no doubt soon be visited by some more seasonal storms, given in our case, wimpish names like storm Bartholomew followed storm Camilla.

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the view over the loch before storm Abigail

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Autumn storm blows in, William Frederick

Autumn storm blows in

Early this morning at the crack of ten, I was in the kitchen manfully holding a mug of nearly hot coffee whilst looking out of the window at the majestic array of autumnal colours that bedeck the mature trees lining the banks of our local river.  In its turn, the river was tumbling joyously down the glen to pass by our isolated home at a distance of some thirty yards before it headed on down to the loch.  The leaves displayed every hue and shade of earthy red, turmeric yellow and brown selected from the brief autumnal colour spectrum.  The rich golden ochre of the silver birch gave way to the golden red foliage of our rowan trees.  The golden brown oaks blended into the golden bronze of the hazel, which in its turn vaulted purposefully into the deep golden brown of the alder before being brought to an abrupt halt as the author had run out of autumnal colours, even golden ones!

An image of autumnal trees by a Scottish loch
Autumnal trees by a secret loch in Scotland

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Three blind mice, with jolly good eyesight!

I hates meeces to pieces!

Further to my recent post regarding a foreign and completely unauthorised mouse found living the high life in our car, Beloved and I thought that the sorry story was now over, especially in view of my bit of advanced mouse whispering.

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Picture of Mr Jinks

As a precaution, we put the humane traps back in the car on a ‘just in case’ basis, feeling sure that this was more of a belt and braces precaution than a concern, as I’m sure that you will understand.

Imagine our horror when on jumping into said car this afternoon we discovered THREE MICE in one of the humane traps!!!

Mouse whispering was once again employed. But today, it was at full volume!  I opened the trap and placed it into the long grass shouting, “Fu** O** you furry little bas****s!”

I think that it’s time for a new car…

Please donate vast sums of money to William Frederick, Author and thoroughly skint chap… or buy my books!  :O)

[For our American cousins who may not know the word skint, it means broke, having no money and being completely without funds].

The sweet taste of, “I was right!”

“I was right!” or rather Beloved was right and, as her partner and protector, I was right too!

Do you ever wish that you could put someone down like Woody Allen does when he suddenly produces the Canadian philosopher Marshall McLuhan in the film Annie Hall?  You remember… It’s the scene where Woody and Annie are standing in a movie queue waiting to take their seats in the cinema.

Hang on a mo’.  I’ll get the clip for you…

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