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Ben Griffin: Former SAS, Banned speech to Anti-War Rally

"If the truth will set us free, we must first set free the truth".

So said James Bacque in the introduction to his second book "Crimes and Mercies".

Few people have any idea how bad things are (and have been) within the countries of "The Special Relationship".

Until you have read Mr. Bacque's two books: "Other Losses" first published in 1989 and "Crimes and Mercies" in 1997 you will not know about the enormity of the crimes perpetrated on the German nation by the "victorious" Allies (America, France & Britain) under the executive order of General Eisenhower.

Assimilate the horror of a vengeance that obtained the unnecessary deaths of millions far exceeding those claimed as victims of an earlier holocaust, and combine that with the millions sacrificed in the First World War, that imperial adventure designed to strengthen Britain's power as world leader at the expense of Germany.

Then add in the casualities that grew out of that imperial aggression in the subsequent 90-year long Genocide of the Arabs in Syria, Mesopotamia and Palestine.

Finally, consider all under the expert oversight commanded by Guido Giacomo Preparata in his excellent book "Conjuring Hitler".

Then and only then will you start to grasp who is terrorising whom.

Ben Griffin is a recent addition to a long line of whistleblowers who have for many decades been trying to educate the public about the malignancy that is the British Establishment.


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Stolen Child - WB Yeats - Loreena McKennitt

Come away, human child
to the water
Come away, human child
to the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
for the world's more full of weeping than you can understand

Where dips the rocky highland
of Sleuth Wood in the lake
There lies a leafy island
where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
there we've hid our faery vats
Full of berries
and of reddest stolen cherries

Come away, human child
to the water
Come away, human child
to the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
for the world's more full of weeping than you can understand

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
the dim gray sands with light
Far off by furthest Rosses
we foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances
mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
to and fro we leap
ANd chase the frothy bubbles
while the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep

Come away, human child
to the water
Come away, human child
to the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
for the world's more full of weeping than you can understand

Where the wandering water gushes
from the hills above Glen-Car
In pools among the rushes
the scarce could bathe a star
We seek for slumbering trout
and whispering in their ears
We give them unquiet dreams;
leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
over the young streams

Away with us he's going
the solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
of the calves on the warm hillside;
Or the kettle on the hob
sing peace into his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
around and around the oatmeal-chest

For he comes, the human child
to the water
He comes, the human child
to the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
from a world more full of weeping than he can understand
Human child
human child
With a faery, hand in hand
from a world more full of weeping than he can understand...
than he can understand...
he can understand




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