173 Days & All Stitched Up… What a Dump!

William, George & Catherine Trooping the Colour, 2024

And just like that, after 173 days of gossip, conspiracies and dire prognostications, Catherine returned in her best “fuck you bitch, I’m not a fucking racist” Naugahyde-tight facelift replete with scar at the left eye. And even though it was plain to see that no hyena-grinning White female pushing her mid-forties could look so youthful, there were the mere mortals, claiming that her cancer treatment was clearly going well and that Catherine was truly coming around. Oh bitches please, this was yet another transparent PR stunt, like the Mother’s day photograph photoshop fiasco & the AI-generated cancer announcement video, and it was masterfully, transparently executed. So much froideur that for the first time, there was Prince George sat between the estranged Waleses as they rode down the Mall to Buckingham Palace at the start of the trooping the colour parade, 2024.

What a difference a facelift and a disappearing act can do for one’s image. At the Royal Variety Performance in 2023, Catherine was outed that very day as the royal racist. 173 Days later, after having last been seen on Christmas Day, 2023, Catherine re-emerges, heroine, Queen of the Karens, the White tribe’s true Queen. Pulled back and beatific, Catherine grinned with abundant venom as the kingdom’s mere mortals and the world were now truly at her feet. Resoundingly resurrected, not only could she now do no wrong, but, more importantly, had never done any wrong. Now thanks to their lies, every time one spoke of the heroically returned Catherine, one would refer to her as having fared winningly in her ongoing cancer struggle – how pray tell could one then attack a cancer patient?

Slegs Blankes

Another perfectly good example of Charles and William telling any damn lie just to deny Meghan being in any capacity associated with the House of Windsor, is evident in the Buckingham Palace balcony photograph at Trooping the Colour, 2024. How goddamn stupid are Charles, Camilla, William and Catherine? They have steadfastly claimed that Buckingham Palace balcony appearances are for the privilege of working royals.

Darling Sunshine

Then if that is the case, since when was crossdressing Gollum a working royal? There was she, the cock-eyed spook, stood on the balcony with her doubly queer parents, when decidedly not a working royal. All these arbitrary semantics prove that the non-working royals assignation is merely House of Windsor apartheid designed for the exclusion of Harry and his Black wife. They no longer care how utterly transparent their lies appear the world over; you are all mere mortals and to hell with what you think.

Catherine Remembrance Sunday 2023, and looking not unlike Bette Davis after her prime

A slight tweak here, a slight tweak there, which sees the eyebrows arched higher up the forehead. Most definitely, Catherine did have a facelift; the subtleties of the work done was such that it would be hard to think that she had. Obviously, it would have been more obvious had she been resurrected with lips like vulgar celebrities, which leaves them with a mouth that looks like a plush and plump, well-fisted anus spent all night in a sling at a bathhouse dungeon. Never in the history of a cancer-stricken patient has their visage experienced a ten-year age reversal as was glaringly on display in mid-June, 2024 after 173 days out of sight.

Of course, the wonderful thing about the royals and to a larger degree some Whites is, as is abundantly clear with Donald Trump, that one simply can evade criticism and accountability for virtue of one’s Whiteness – white privilege. One of the rather interesting takeaways from this whole bit of stagecraft, it is theatre after all, is how with her elusive disappearance, Catherine suddenly became vilified. She was at once a mystery, missing in action, she was the subject of fearful speculations. This, interestingly enough, parallels the experience that Meghan for being a ‘Yank’ and Black provoked in both the royals and most garden variety bigots on either side of the pond. What you do not know, you fear, ridicule and objectify. We all assumed, in the worse case scenario as spouted on social media, that Catherine was embalmed and awaiting the right time for the palace to break it to the public.

Of course, nothing could have been further from the truth. The mere mortals were swindled; however, Catherine and indeed the royals will never be held to account for this callous manipulation and betrayal of trust. You are all mere mortals and they do not give a fuck. The reason why the Mother’s Day photograph was manipulated and photo agencies subsequently dismissed Kensington Palace as lacking credibility, was because Catherine’s real face was recovering from a facelift.

Of course, it would appear that abdominal surgery is a euphemism for facelift when it comes to the royals. Claim you’ve got cancer and the unforgiveable betrayal of disappearing for a facelift will readily be forgiven. And just like that, Catherine has her phoenix moment, she is resurrected thanks to posh folks abdominal surgery and now her face at 50 won’t have to look like Bette Davis’. Trying to tell me that White don’t crack. Girl you crazy!

Drag Race Royale!

And why not? If this god fugly woman can now be deemed Queen, admirable and virtuous after what she did to Diana, Princess of Wales and, in particular, Prince Harry, then Catherine too will be adored and fawned over by mere mortals. It is, after all, a pantomime at the mere mortals’ expense and what do they care. The cheek of these clumsy buggers is that Catherine’s cancer announcement video was AI-generated because in the long run, she could never be accused of having lied to the public as it was not truly her. Similarly, her post-facelift visage would still have been puffy and bloated as in the snap taken with Carole Middleton driving in Berkshire. Also, for this reason, there was a fake Catherine spotted out and about at the Windsor Farm Shop.

Had Diana, Princess of Wales lived, she would never have looked a rough fright like Catherine in November, 2023, which is why all the King’s (but we know it’s really Queen’s) lisping twats devised their latest twist in the millennia-aged pantomime. In the above photograph, in which she looks considerably older than she did at trooping the colour in June, 2024, Catherine was sat at Wimbledon 2018, not giving two fucks about telegraphing her utter, racially predatory animus towards Meghan. Keep buying into the narrative of Meghan made Catherine cry all you want; it is bullshit – it did not happen as Camilla Tominey alleged.

Meghan being racially despised by a 9 energy body Catherine – the hatred is palpable

That is 9 energy body being vile, vicious, and openly hostile, in the Wimbledon 2018 photograph, whilst rejecting Meghan and putting the world on notice that she did not want this damn ‘thing’ in her court.

Canadian PM Brian Mulroney & Michael Jackson

There are either three or four chances to be any energy body: 1, 10, 19 & 28, 2, 11, 20 & 29 and so on. Each number has a distinct focus. It is, for instance, no surprise to any numerologist that Prime Minister Brian Mulroney had the best state funeral in Canadian history. He was born on the 20th of the month, and like all 2 energy body persons, (Michael Jackson 29th of August) music and singing at the drop of a hat is the essence of our being – I’m born on 2nd of month. That is why everyone, including governor-general Adrienne Clarkson, grabbed their kerchief and started smiling whilst wiping away loving tears when Brian Mulroney joined in on the final verse of “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling” during a duet between his granddaughter, Elizabeth Lapham and a soloist, Marc Hervieux. Then if that were not enough to win you over anew, he started singing, “We’ll Meet Again,” as his casket began leaving Montréal’s Notre-Dame basilica. “Oh fuck it all! Bravo!” I yelled, stood up and began crying and clapping for joy because to the very end, he validated his twoness – he was representing! A nine energy body would never think to plan any such moments in their funeral, but a 2 energy body certainly would.

Prince Louis Busts Out!

When this revelation occurred at The Queen’s Platinum Jubilee parade, I was stunned. Apart from having known his numerology, it still served as insights to the dynamics of his parents’ relations and more. This was not normal behaviour and his vulgar rudeness towards his mother was both embarrassing and startling. Clearly, Louis was mimicking his father’s behaviour towards his beleaguered mother, Catherine.

Go Ahead Louis!

Then, at trooping the colour, 2024, I saw this gem! Well, of course, his energy body of five would naturally respond through movement. This child is not crazy, is not on the spectrum, is not an ADHD sufferer. He is just a boy and a five energy body born on the 23rd day of the month. These are the high octane adventure-loving, energy junkies who jump out of planes, wrestle alligators; they are the ultimate fearless adventurers. What is really sad is that he will likely be straitjacketed into being the enfant terrible #SPARE to foil aspects of George and Charlotte’s personalities. Prince George does have a fourth number of 5, which means he will be revealed to have indulged in some form of sexual scandal, infamy, perversion like his father, Prince William, grandfather, King Charles III, and great uncle, Prince Andrew.

The joy of 5 energy body humans

Louis is, in fact, a dead ringer for actor, John Travolta’s son, Benji. Benji is also born on the 23rd day, in his case 23rd, November. As such, he is perfectly parented by his father and mother previously. There will not be any drugs to treat a diagnosed ADHD, rather, Travolta’s son is allowed to let his five energy body flower into its true centre by being an energetic gymnast. Benji represents what a male child who is born on the 23rd with five energy body ought ideally to be. There is no one ever, as with George and Charlotte, telling him to be still, behave and stop doing that; Benji is not seen as an embarrassment. Within the institution of monarchy, it is very likely that Louis will not fare as well as Benji into the family that he was born. Benji is a loved child and allowed to be, to explore the wonderment of his five energy body. I always think of five energy body boys as having been long-lived or physically confined in their immediate past life. Think of someone having lived to 101 years old and been physically incapacitated in some way by age or severe illness. Well guess what, such a soul is likely going to choose a next life of being energetically boundless and ready to suck the energy and joy out of every moment in life on their return. Louis is a wonderful manifestation of an energy body of five male, hopefully he will not become compromised and be a scapegoat #SPARE to cover the sins of his older siblings as has obviously been the case for uncle, Princes Harry and great-uncle Prince Andrew two generations before him.

Simone Biles

Simone Biles, champion American gymnast. Simone was born 14.3.1997, year of the Ox. 5.8.7 = 2. She epitomises what 5 energy body, in this case in a female, will manifest when fully focussed in harmony with the essence of 5 energy body. In that initial video from The Late Queen’s platinum jubilee parade, whilst Louis acted up, George can be seen covering his face in embarrassment and an exasperated Charlotte looking at him in frustration for acting up in public. Both responses indicate that every effort will be made to make Louis stop being an embarrassment, stop acting up and as they mature, both siblings will simply shun him and treat him as though a freak. Louis needs to be allowed to rock-climb, explore gymnastics and any manner of sport, just make sure it is highly safe.

Six Years A Queen

Everything that Harry does, there will be his obsessed, hateful, jealous brother, William, mimicking his actions and behaviour. Harry, treats his wife and mother of his children, whom he especially loves, like the Queen that she is. Along with all the posturing at Royal Ascot – William being touchy feely with cousins, all for show and especially after the great swindle that saw his tolerated wife resurrected with a new, tighter face.

There was William at Royal Ascot, 2024, displaying gallantry that’s not innately his, and which surely he has hardly ever shown his wife. Everything that William does is pure mimicry as he remains deeply focussed in his racially predatory obsession with his brother, Prince Harry, and his Black wife, Meghan. He will ever feel betrayed by Harry because all his life, he had treated Harry like shit and expected him to be his foil, bottom, whipping post – funny all that for someone who’s deeply focussed on being pegged, which trust you me is always a prelude to fisting and being ridden like a horse by mechanical dildos. Enough about William and Catherine for now.

Zara interacts with Sussexes as they depart St. Paul’s Cathedral

Disregard the bias reporting, what is key to note is how Zara Tindall makes it her business to engage with both Harry & Meghan. The others are cautious, unsure. Also, they know that they cannot run afoul of William; however, Zara fears no one and does as is her wont.

Zara not only has a 2 mindset but also like Princess Margaret, Meghan & Queen Elizabeth, The Queen mother, Zara is possessed of master number 11. Of course, Meghan & QEQM (Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother) also share the exact same numerology (4.3.4 = 11). No matter how the tabloids and mindfucked Britons and others are, Meghan, Margaret, Zara and The Queen Mother have great charisma and for being possessed of master number 11, they are evolved empaths who are like a giant Sitka, or cedar of Lebanon.

Zara 15.5.1981 Year of the Rooster 6.2.3 = 11

Energy body of 6, like Prince Harry, they do not gladly suffer fools and do not do bullshit/drama. Second number of 2, mindset. She reads persons and will look directly into your eyes before hugging. She is quite simply magical. The 3 in third position, she is always going to be gracious even though loving to roar at the latest wicked gossip. Most of all, fourth number of 11, she is shamanic and has the ability, coupled with that 2, of deep empathy with humans, nature and animals.

Zara Tindall Royal Ascot, 2024

This is why this woman, Zara, is such a keen equestrian; she communicates with the animals on a level which could be described as transspecies telepathy. Most of all, as with Meghan and all fourth number of 11 persons, touching and hugging is an act of healing; she is literally sharing her essence with a hug but never before first making direct eye contact. Zara would have made a very able sovereign, truth be told.

William & Catherine’s Royal Wedding, 29.4.2011

Without doubt, she is the most handsome woman of the House of Windsor. And, until Meghan’s arrival, Zara was the most telegenically aware woman of the House of Windsor. Just look at her steal the show and in a few seconds created the most memorable moment of William & Catherine’s wedding. As her ever loving man, Mike Tindall, kept her humoured, Zara slipped a breath mint whilst continuing giggling as the newlyweds were backstage signing the registry. That was the most winning moment of that wedding, one in which the groom was half-asleep, tired and the wife regal, but her nerves shone through her ubiquitous gurning. The breath mint moment occurs at the 2 hour and 1 minute mark of the preceding video.

Look at Zara in action at Royal Ascot 2024, she is being a cedar of Lebanon, healing Lady Gabriella’s pain. Zara is on good terms with everyone; regardless what happens, she will never take sides. That is the trait of third number of 3, consummate diplomat.

Harry & Meghan arrive at St. Paul’s Cathedral

Just look at the collective seething of the congregants of the isle of rabid racist boors as Harry and Meghan process to their seats whose placement validate what fucking petty, racist boors Charles, William and their spouses are. At that point, The Queen had no power, was waiting to get through the jubilee events, then head up to Balmoral and be nudged across the River Styx by her impatient heir of unveiled bigotry and vengefulness. Make no mistakes, the mere mortals of the Isle of racist boors readily turned racially predatory at the drop of the hat as guided to do so by the Carolean and Guglielean courts via the British tabloids.

Fuck Off

Just look at the tension between the Waleses, Catherine finally manages to look William’s way and is readily rebuffed by some likely rude dismissal. Catherine has essentially been told to fuck off. Whatever is going on behind the scenes, though, she was permitted to show off her new face, as it is likely part of the complex divorce settlement, which will be announced at a later date, William still is not inclined to make nice with her. Of course, then too, if there is no divorce, just agreeing to officially live separately but come together for big occasions, then they will keep on faking it. This is how the pantomime is staged by its handlers, the tabloids, who have a vested interested in the storyline making them good money. For now, the tabloids will keep racially preying on Harry and Meghan, because nothing outsells anti-Black racism, especially at a time like now when truly terrified swine like Bower, Levin et al have to keep people distracted from the irreparable damage of the mess elsewhere that directly impacts them. Sorry, read the planet but you will never have the trust and respect of the 8 Billion ‘other’ again… know that.

Strutting the new face!

It is plainly obvious as with Charles running around, kissing and handshaking everything that moves and being in cold rainy weather that neither he nor Catherine has had or has cancer. Lying is the way they confuse and toy with their subjects. They know damn well that no matter what lie they feed the mere mortals, the stupid isle of racist mongrels will ever fawn and lap it up. Catherine got from the carriage at Horse Guards Parade with greater ease in 2024 than the year prior at the same event. I think that there is also no happenstance that there is a single pin-like black spoke stabbing her hat; as all is symbolic, it is as though it is a gesture of stabbing a pin in the voodoo doll of being outed as the anti-Black racist royal. Truth be told, after the cancer ordeal lie, to cover the post facelift rehab, she will never be associated with the allegations of anti-Black racism again.

What a dump!

Don’t you worry your pretty little empty, gurning skull, sooner or later, Karma – like Bette in later years, will be most ugly as final arbiter. It was delicious to watch all the YouTube medium/pundits quickly remove their videos in which they were pretty sure Catherine was very much dead and likely murdered by William. Silly mere mortals, Catherine is in it for the long haul; she is way too power mad to vanish just like that. I for one am glad that she had not come to no good accidental end, owing to William’s mercurial temper; he is in the intellectual part of moving centre after all – shoot first, think later. He would now be a mess and never soon recover. They need to suck it up and keep on living a big fat odious lie, albeit now officially as separate entities, for the sake of the children. Certainly, it would not be the first time that this has historically occurred with senior royals.

Nope that’s not Lilibet

If ever one needed reminder that the Waleses are obsessed with Harry and Meghan, the week of Princess Lilibet’s third birthday, when the Sussexes failed to have released a photo of their daughter as they hadn’t the month prior, one for Prince Archie’s fifth, along comes this pretentious offering by Catherine’s closeted sibling. Naturally, the plan had been to release this photo on the day of a release of a photo of Lilibet to try and eclipse said anticipated photo. So, when that did not occur, Fleet Street lynch mob operatives like Lady Tittydown de Grosse Fesse and Lady Edena Gomorrah continue ever attacking Harry and Meghan and praising the lazy racist left-behind so called working royals. Naturally, that abattoir “Palace Backstairs Mealymouths” threw up Inigo’s photo as none was forthcoming of Lilibet from Harry and Meghan.

Post-abdominal surgery & preventative chemotherapy face

Well, goddamn it, if there is to be an eventual divorce, she’s done the right thing and gotten a facelift. God only knows, she can’t go out there, looking like Bette Davis as gin-pickled Margo Channing when embarking on her very own Lauren Sanchez hustle. Eight billion and counting, lots of aggressively greedy hustling Eve Harringtons abound clawing, backstabbing and competing for billionaires… there are no guarantees, especially when Catherine is such a wooden, inarticulate bore.

Get off me!

So let’s just keep it real and reflect on all the glaring markers which have indicated that, though, Catherine was not embalmed for 173 days, her marriage certainly has been frozen over to glacial frigidity. Even in this clip at the polo, William seems to be seeing her at a public occasion whilst they were living separate lives and, certainly, he seemed in no mood to play nice for the cameras. Truly vulgar behaviour on his part.

Royal Variety Performance 2023

This tense interlude occurred at the royal variety performance, on the same day that Catherine and Charles were named as the two racist royals referenced in Harry and Meghan’s interview with Oprah, and finally outed in Omid Scobie’s Endgame. The rudeness of The Waleses towards the Swedish royals, crown princess Victoria and her husband, Prince Daniel was alarming. Stood with their backs turned to their guests, the hosting Waleses never once made an effort to enjoin their visiting royal guests to partake of the evening’s socialising. The Swedes were not staffers, are perfectly fluent in English; there was no reason to have rudely ignored them.

Ridiculing the spook in red dress

For quite some time, Sophie has been privy to the goings on between William and Catherine. Sophie openly supports William in his war of attrition against the mother of the future King, George VII.

William betrays his mother, Diana, Princess of Wales

It was, let’s not forget, William who agreed long after his mother’s passing that she was mentally ill. If you think that a man who stands there and coolly betrays his own mother, would not wage a racially predatory campaign of attrition against his only brother, Prince Harry – at least by his mum, and Harry’s Black wife, Meghan, then you likely also believe in faeries and mermaids.

Trooping the colour, 2024

Again, Sophie’s support buddy bond, as William navigates his relations with Catherine, is validated in their codified readily legible communications.

Life at court

Then there was yet another Buckingham Palace affair where, again, life at court progressed as it has for centuries: gossip, viciousness, betrayal and sabotage. Sophie and William are, indeed, two of a kind.

The thrill is gone

Indeed, life at court, since having driven off Harry and his eclipsing Black wife, has left the senior quadrant of the House of Windsor, faring no better than the folks of coal country Appalachia. What exactly has there been since Harry and Meghan have put the past behind them but a series of vicious campaigns whereby the long arms of both Charles and William interfere and try to sow discord and impede the success of the Sussexes beyond the fetid isle of racially predatory boors? Everything has their imprimatur all over it. Without Harry and Meghan’s star power and appeal, you are left with what exactly? The 2023 RBL remembrance festival at the Royal Albert Hall whereat Invictus Games was highlighted without either mention or picture of Prince Harry. Pulling one chicken little campaign after another whether at the Ms. Awards, Robert Kennedy Award, Living Legend of Aviation or ESPN’s Pat Tillman Award, they just keep getting hyper-deranged and shrieking like the loons that they are.

Dredging NYC harbour for portal to the Mineshaft

Seriously, what business is it of William’s that ESPN is affording Prince Harry an award for his work with veterans. Naturally, William via Kensington Palace gets Pat Tillman’s mother, pretty much as with Thomas Markle Sr. to go cussing out, in this case Harry, and saying he is not deserving of an award, which has positively nothing to do with Mr. Tillman’s mother. All the gutter sniping utterly similar to the tempest in a tea pot of hot gossip and vindictiveness over whether or not Archewell were insolvent or not, which California governor, Gavin Newsom had to stridently deny and defend both Archewell and the Sussexes’ integrity. What you’re left with is William wandering around New York harbour as though just having time-travelled from a two-fisted session at New York City’s Mineshaft in 1978.

Cause you sure the fuck ain’t it!

Just remember darling, you can get your gurning blandoid face pulled back, looking like high-end latex, but you will always be, just boring assed Kate Middleton. Perhaps, too, that is why in the dream had in the past year, Catherine got from bed, got up as a dominatrix in shiny black bodysuit whilst wearing a strap on, having just ploughed William good. The shiny bodysuit could have been a reference to the facelift that she was about to undergo in preparation for eventual divorce and having to go out there and bag a billionaire. Girl get out that camisole, time to stalk the catwalk… again!

Royal Prerogative… We are definitely not a racist family


Regardless what the senior most royals say, they are never to be believed. Their actions time and again betray a deep-seated racial animus towards Blacks. Indeed, how could it not be; their phenomenal wealth is rooted in the last half millennium of exploitation and enslavement of Blacks, resulting in a culture of anti-Black racism to demonise the people to whom they owe serious karma as a result of slavery and serious human rights abuses. Facts do not lie and open distain for some and favouring others, on the part of royals, can never be ignored.

Sophie Winkleman, Lord Frederick Windsor, Lady Gabriella Kingston

Not surprising surely that sat inside the door to Buckingham Palace balcony were smug as fuck intimates of William’s, Lord Frederick Windsor and his Jewish wife, Sophie Winkleman, along with ‘Ella’ who’s husband was offed less than six months earlier. Of course they are the son, daughter and daughter-in-law of Baroness Marie-Christine, she of the two black ewes named, Venus and Serena and who infamously wore the blackamoor brooch to Meghan’s first royal event at Buckingham Palace for The Queen’s Christmas lunch in 2017.

Carolean & Guglielean Court Principals

It is, after all, no longer the House of Windsor. William, Charles & their spouses, their network of close friends, simply do not want Blacks being part of their courts. Every excuse they have proffered, only betrays what poor liars they are, or perhaps they simply don’t care. Either way, the senior “working” royals hate Blacks and their racism will not cease with this generation; there is positively no reason for Harry and Meghan to know these people. Indeed, what these spiritually impoverished Appalachians have yet to realise, is that they are to Meghan what Thomas Markle Sr. is. These four are the same ones who manufactured the pre-emptive lies ahead of Harry & Meghan’s interview with Oprah.

London Clinic

Got a crisis? Rush someone into hospital to tug at the mere mortals’ heartstrings. Two lies they floated in advance of the Oprah interview that Prince Philip’s heart condition had precipitated him being hospitalised. This was so that when Philip inevitably died, Meghan would always be blamed for having caused undue suffering and the early death of a 99-year old man! Secondly, Meghan was accused of bullying and sure enough, the palace was about to launch an investigation. They were guilty and knew that there would be damaging revelations in the Oprah interview, so they went on the offensive. Matters not that Meghan appeared on TV series, Suits for 7 seasons which is an eternity in TV. Rule umber one, and this I know for having been the lover of Merlin’s a TV, film and stage director, “If someone is a problem, you write them out of the production or fire them – there is never any time for backstage drama.” Merlin always said, “It is called Showbiz not Showdrama for a reason.”

HM King Charles III Coronation Buckingham Palace

Funny isn’t it that to deal with the royal revelations of the two racist royals, off you go, the two named racist royals have hospital stays, then turn out to have cancer both, of course, betraying no credible signs of being cancer-stricken right down to a facelift after 173 days absence. The royals are a millennia-aged pantomime; however, do not ever forget that first and foremost it is showbiz! The economy is tanking further into recession and time to throw a royal wedding; this is the new House of Windsor edition of the pantomime. Harry and Meghan are going to talk to Oprah; quick, send grandpa off to hospital and launch a smear campaign against that damn Yank. Finally, outed as royal racists, quick both of you, enter the hospital, slip out the back, disappear, cry cancer and then return with a new face and the stigma of royal racist is vanquished once and for all.

Coronation HM King Charles III gold state coach

Above all else, unfailingly turn out the various costume balls for the pantomime. Trooping the colour, Royal Ascot, Garter Service, Service of the Thistle, Remembrance Festival, Chelsea Flower Show, Braemar Games, Commonwealth Service, Christmas Carol Service, St. Patrick’s Day Ceremony, BAFTA Awards, Christmas at Sandringham. Sprinkled in all of that are a few state visits for more costume masquerade, all to keep the mere mortals duped and wanting more. Too, there is the business of royal births and the obsession with the royal children’s growth with their roles assigned by courtiers via the tabloids. Bitch who you tryin’ to fool?

Though it is the Carolean age, there is also very much a parallel court that of William’s, the Guglielean court. I think that it is safe to say of the latter court that it is a racist, petty, manipulative group with an affinity for waging a media campaign against the Sussexes and are keen sympathisers of the world’s most vile regime. Naturally, there is every award-deserving foot soldier, dissing and raising their rabid rear right leg and pissing all over Harry and Meghan’s white picket fence. Hate is big business, but as some no longer control the narrative – thanks to the searing images of recent months on social media, one had better fast start reading the planet.

Succinct lesson in fealty!

Most of all, here’s to Nacho Figueras, who has proven himself a paragon of fealty to Harry and his wife, Meghan. Family is where you find it during the course of life’s journey and there is no truer brother for Harry than Nacho! Harry has all the family he will ever need, Meghan, Archie, Lilibet, Doria, Nacho, the Spencers, the inner core of the Invictus Games family and others chiefly in America. For Harry, it would be counterproductive for him and his family to be, in any capacity, associated with his brother and his brother’s toxic wife. Indeed, the power of stepping away, has left the spiritual Appalachians running around mad, obsessed and crying oy cancer to pull the wool over the eyes of the millennially living dead, because nothing they do can knock Harry and Meghan; they are reduced to telling lies and fabricating drama in tabloids rather than printing the news as is standard practice in the print medium.

Meghan & Harry

Here’s to Harry and Meghan, Archewell, Invictus Games, American Riviera Orchard; I can’t wait to raise a glass of ARO rosé to your continued success!

Empyrean Isles Herbie Hancock Quartet

Herbie Hancock – Piano

Freddie Hubbard – Cornet

Ron Carter – Bass

Tony Williams – Drums

©1964 Blue Note

What an honour it was to have briefly met Tony Williams back in the early 1990s when he played at Toronto’s best Jazz club. For me, experientially, the Bermuda Onion in Yorkville’s Bloor Street West (long gone now) was a place of great fellowship and inspiration.

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You are to Jazz what wings are to an ostrich; what the fuck do eagles care that queer, unaware ostriches have wings?

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Redux: The Dreamer Awakens…

Shaman’s Staff

This dream occurred, on Monday, December 7, 1992, whilst the Moon transited both my twelfth house – appropriately enough – and Taurus.  Merlin my mentor had initiated in me the task of coming into my own and becoming the awakened warrior.

Here was I, dream magus, awakened warrior, displaying my power – bonding with nature and bonding with the very force itself.  Said dream was the first experienced in exquisite lucidity in the ‘B’ or second sleep phase that day.

Calling Forth the Light

A yard at late twilight when morning breaks, rather than the indeterminate light that pervades astral plane dreams, was the setting for this dream.  It seemed pretty much like the backyard of the Crab Hill, Sandy Point, St. Kitts house. I was in a tree that looked like a giant bug weed.  I stepped out onto one of its branches.  Whilst simultaneously in the body and astrally projected, somehow, I could see myself from behind and above. This dream began as I boldly, in mid-stride, walked towards the large soulful tree.  Here, I had incredibly long hair and it was totally white.

Jah Rastafari!

The snow-white mane went down to the small of my back.  Mine – it was no absurd weave.  Full and luscious, it was a massive mane that handsomely flared out. Here, I met the dream magus within.  I held a staff which was very wonderful.  It was made of a tanned polished wood.  As if something that Bill Reid would bring forth from the depths of his creative genius, it was a very sculptural staff.

“One Good Thing About Music, When It Hits You Feel No Pain!” Bob Marley

Like a totem, the staff had lots of symbols throughout its length.  In some of the grooves, there were several large crystals with some of various colours.  Like Merlin did, in our first dream encounter of 1978, I wore a long, white flowing robe that billowed in the wind. Whilst radiating much of my inner light, I was very regal.  This was a moment of stellar beauty; too, the sight of myself empowered blew me away.  It was so humbling. I had a long beard and drooping moustache.  It was also white and considerably longer than Merlin’s facial hair ever was. As a matter of fact, it was like the flowing, wispy beards of some Japanese and East Asian holy men.

Mighty Oak

On going out to the edge of the branch, I stabbed my staff into the tree and let out a war cry.  Almost immediately thereafter, a fierce wind picked up.  It was gale-forced. The sky became blackened with mushrooming, heavy grey clouds.  The branch, on which I stood, was no more than four feet off the ground.  The winds were so fierce that it felt as though I were out to sea. I regally stayed my ground as though the captain at the bow of a galleon – one being swept by fierce waves. Whilst anchored on the branch, all I held on to was the staff.  With my free hand, I held on to a branch on the left – of course, the branches moved with a life of their own. The tree was partially submerged in the ghaut that bordered the back of the Crab Hill, Sandy Point, St. Kitts property.  Looking across the ghaut, I had been facing due north. The winds were so fierce that I could never see to the other side of the ghaut.  What’s more, it was a much wider gorge than Crab Hill’s.  Besides which, I had no time to project that far.

The Force Behind the Power

Bob Marley & the Wailers. Trench Town Rock LIVE

For one thing, the winds were too fierce and for another, the task of staying atop this branch proved far too demanding.  This wind was fiercer than anything I had ever experienced. The saving grace of it all was that it was not, thankfully, a wintry wind.  The funny thing about the whole experience was that I had called forth the elements to energise my being. So in tune with nature was I, I was able to summon the gale-force winds at will.  I wished to align with nature’s empowering, life-sustaining energies.  I was fiercely enjoying the charge from it, screaming aloud and becoming transfixed. It truly was as if being stationary whilst flying at hyper-speeds in an upright position; thus, there was the dual sense of being not only on the high seas but also as if riding on a magic carpet.

Copper Pyramid: The Portal to Shamanic Quests

There was one point that, as I screamed into the wind, I immediately then saw my face from above.  Whilst simultaneously astral-projected, I was looking down into my face as I looked up into the billowing clouds. Beyond those clouds, there was some spectacular planet-being; it was much like the one that I thrillingly encountered in the dream earlier this year, on Tuesday, September 22, 1992. This was quite an exhilarating experience.  I felt a massive surge of energy flowing through the staff and into me.  The staff was marvellously potent. The look of the staff was a mélange of the creative geniuses of the artists, Bill Reid, Antoni Gaudí and Erté.  A very shamanic, magical totem it was. My face was possessed of a very high forehead; my face was also timeworn.  A face that had spanned several millennia, to date, it certainly was.  More than that, there they were my familiar, papaya-seed-succulent brown eyes.  Here, they were large, supra-dilated eyes.

Oscar Peterson Trio – Night Train

After lying there fully recalling the dreams just experienced in soul-satiating lucidity, I got from bed, fed Whoopi whilst she loudly purred, made my way to the living room and sought the warm embraceable magic of Oscar Peterson’s genius at his most profoundly sublime…

One Love. Bob Marley, 1977

Whenever this song plays, I will ever remember the night after attending Bob Marley’s concert at Maple Leaf Garden; it was November 1, 1979 and I was in my second year at York University with a hell of a lot of freedom away from my controlling mother, who was then in the early stages of the colon cancer which would claim her, a year later. Oddly enough, she was convinced that she was with child and had even begun buying diapers. After the concert, Michael, Terry, Vincent, Arnold, Donovan and I climbed into a couple of cabs and were off to Vincent’s place on Yorkville Avenue. Donovan I had met on New Year’s Eve and left the party with and bedded for the next several months. We all wore white to the concert and Vincent, who was a wealthy biracial Bajan with the most beguiling green eyes, had organised the evening. Michael was Jamaican with the most beautiful big bubble butt and a cock that can best be described as a baby elephant’s trunk. Terry was Afro-Indian from Trinidad with a temper that I knew well to stay clear of. Arnold, Nova Scotian with the sweetest laugh, was always great company. Whilst they all drank Bajan rum and enjoyed themselves, I spent most of the time, shaking ass to more Bob Marley. Everyone was in the early to mid-twenties at most with me still then nineteen years old. It was one of the best concerts ever and a spiritual moment of truly high order. Naturally, we ended up a tangle of legs, arms, tongues, cocks. Listening to this music recently, I realised that not only was I the only one of the group left, more importantly, they had all perished of AIDS, as I had recently leant of Terry.

Robert Nesta Marley 6/2/45<O>11/5/81

Michael: This fragment is (still – currently incarnate) a third level old sage – third life thereat.  Robert was in the power mode with a goal of growth.  A spiritualist, he was in the moving part of intellectual centre. 

Body type is Mars/Saturn. 

Robert‘s primary chief feature was arrogance and the secondary stubbornness – a contributing factor in his death; he refused some medical treatment. 

The fragment Robert is second-cast in second cadence; he is a member of greater cadence one.  Robert’s entity is seven, cadre one, greater cadre 1, pod 414. 

Robert’s essence twin is a sage and his task companion an artisan. 

Robert’s primary needs were: expression, freedom and acceptance. 

There are 19 past-life associations with Arvin and 13 with Merlin.  ___________________________________________

This song, this Diana Ross performance, perfectly encapsulates the empowerment and beauty of spirit that I felt on awakening from this most rapturous of dreams. I simply cannot fathom the lack of depth and awareness of persons, who never recall their dreams – truly foreign to me. Also, I include this song here because although I am not a big Diana Ross fan, I’ve only ever seen her once in performance, I share here as a tribute to all five persons with whom I attended that Bob Marley concert at Maple Leaf Gardens 44 years ago; they were, every last one of them, a diehard Diana Ross fan and lived vicariously through her music, beauty and style.

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Life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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Gaslighting: No. 1 Response to Anti-Black Racism & How the End of A Dynasty Rather Than Monarchy Unfolds.

“What Didn’t You Do to Bury Us But You Forgot We Are Seeds.”

HM Queen Elizabeth Sharing A Racist Gorilla Joke in Royal Documentary, June 1969

Transcript of racist Joke told by HM The Queen during June 1969 BBC documentary look at the family’s private life:

HMQEII: It’s just extremely difficult sometimes to keep a straight face. When Home Secretary said to me, there’s a gorilla coming in. So I said, what an extraordinary remark to make and unkind about anybody. So, I stood in the middle of the room, pressed the bell, the doors open and there was a gorilla. And I had the most terrible trouble in keeping… you know, he had short torso, long arms and I had the most appalling trouble… (room descends into raucous laughter, that hideous breath that Whites exclusively use when being racist towards Blacks). HM King Charles III, then 20 years old, leans back in his chair, guffawing.

This is a copy of said joke that I made, in the event that the original were to yet again be scrubbed from the Internet.

Outtake from 2021 Oprah Interview which never aired during show.

One of the most important things that the Lady Susan Hussey illumined, was the degree to which ‘others’ go to great lengths to deny the existence of anti-Black racism. Surprised then was I when of all persons, Piers Morgan whilst hosting a discussion of the event, took the position that the decision to remove LSH from the royal household toute de suite, was the right one to have taken. There were two guests, an old bizarre-looking White male who thought that LSH had dutifully served the Crown for decades (6) and ought not to have been treated this way. He, of course, attacked Ngozi Fulani and declared that she had an agendum in all this.

Piers Morgan and Guests Discuss the Lady Susan Hussey Race Row

Naturally, this too is the line that Angela Levin took, as ever that blasted Yenta has to hammer away with her anti-Black racism, making money off of hating Meghan, Duchess of Sussex. The other guest was a BLM female Briton who rather illumined the Black experience and rather articulately stated that the guaranteed response to anti-Black racism is that Blacks claiming anti-Black racism will readily be gaslighted and in effect suffer even more racism.

Actor, Wayne Robson 1970s Vancouver

Early one Friday evening in April 1986, actor Wayne Robson, his lovely wife, Lynn Woodman, Merlin and I, joined two other couples in a Vietnamese, if I’m not mistaken rather than Chinese, restaurant on the south side of Gerrard Street East, just east of Broadview Avenue where the Don River delineates between downtown and east end Toronto. Broadview and Gerrard is one of the city’s Chinatowns which easterly along Gerrard Street East becomes Little India. Charles Lawther, another actor who like Wayne had not yet begun his family was present with his lovely wife, Suzette Couture. The other couple, I had never met and was sat next to them. She was a loud, big-boned, blonde whose fuck du jour, she had just returned from a holiday in the Sun where clearly apart from tanning to excess, they fucked their brains out. Meanwhile, her husband, a filmmaker was off in Europe on location and since her young daughter was undeniably on the spectrum, she was living without a care, ignoring her daughter and on the hunt for bigger dick than she had clearly wedded. Her fuck was a wealthy, South African Jew, who was the most hairy back-and-arsed freak I had yet seen and god was he racially oppressive and acutely hostile in the extreme. We were there to celebrate Wayne’s 40th birthday. Lynn and I, for being the ordinal partners of successful professionals in their circle knew our place and got on well. I always loved going to their Seaton Street apartment which sat atop a townhouse on the east side of the street and sat at the corner of Shuter Street; it was a wonderful home with mementos of Wayne’s acting career with items from the set of Popeye and a panoramic photograph of the film set, shot in Malta with actor, Robin Williams. We got back from that dinner on Gerrard Street East and Merlin became violently sick. He was being taunted for being Jewish and being with me. More than that, he was made sick by a Jew being so hideously possessed of anti-Black racial animus. By that point, I had seen it all and simply checked out and focussed on my lover’s beautiful eyes and the exquisite fare on which we dined.

Eight years later, five years after Merlin’s passing, newly arrived in Vancouver, I stayed at Les karpinsky and his lover Ken’s Sentinel Hill home with the most spectacular views. I was there for a fortnight whilst my West End apartment was being painted and repainted and smudged before I took full possession. One evening, a new friend of theirs came to dinner; he lived on the Sunshine Coast and was an expat South African Jew. As I was no longer Merlin’s significant other, which meant having to hold one’s tongue rather than not, after spending too much time blithering about everyone and everything Jewish, our dinner guest trained his scathing anti-Black racism in my direction. Naturally, much of his banter was about Steven Spielberg’s film the year prior, Schindler’s List. When asked by Les if I had seen the film, I very elegantly, murderously, dismissively, unflinchingly stated that since I am a keen student of American history and interested in only genuine American history, as Auschwitz is not in America, I saw no need to thusly engage. Our expat Joburg Jew readily acted as though I were Himmler returned. Ken who never countenanced confrontations, began clearing the dishes from the table and said he was not feeling well and wanted to go to bed. By then, Ken, Les and I spent most of our time in bed whilst great music saturated their home though not successfully drowning out our salaciousness. As our racist guest, enraged and bothered, abruptly took leave, cutting the eye at me, I bluntly stated, be sure to bring a map of America bearing Auschwitz, Treblinka and Dachau on your next visit and educate me. Having sat there uncomfortably with Ken and Les as the expat South African Ashkenazi Jew blamed the evils of this world on Blacks, chiefly South African and American Blacks, Afro-Sephardic yours truly was sure to succinctly give as fucking good as I had gotten.

Ken and Les apologised and assured me that they had no idea their new friend was such a piece of work, though, Ken did say that he had encountered that kind of intense racial animus from Jews towards Blacks and though it bizarre. Certainly, Merlin definitely did as well. The only time that Merlin ever got mad, was when someone Jewish was on TV openly inciting anti-Black racism. At such times, Merlin would become so upset that he would abruptly get up, scratching his beard at the chin and storm from the room with a weary, loud sigh. Still, at other times, Merlin would hurl whatever book he had at hand, tossing it at the TV and demand that I change the channel at once. As though to embalm ourselves from all that hideousness, after having assured Ken and Les that I was not the least bit upset and they gave assurances that the racist boor was dead to them, we were soon indulging in sexual play like stressed Bonobos. Reaching back, I held Ken’s head in place and twerked like Cardi B. as his tongue behaved as though a famished hog’s set loose in a truffle patch, “Yeah, that’s right, keep your fucking tongue right there!”

Camilla Tominey Justifiably Getting Served Her Racist, Lying Flat Arse

This woman who is truly, hideously clit-nosed had the temerity to attack Meghan, a Black woman, as though there are no other Black women on the planet. Camilla floated the lie that Meghan made Catherine cry and thus began the avalanche of anti-Black racism that has seen Meghan emerge as the most hated Black woman in history. To date, there have been 246 thousand plus articles by the British media, attacking Tungsten each hundred thousand for the number of years, 246, that America violently threw off the yoke of British imperial oppression.

Just like George Floyd, Meghan, Duchess of Sussex plays her role in this the 250 year cycle as Pluto transits Capricorn and violently sets aright that which needs to be dismantled and abolished. She is lancing the bile of 400 plus years of slavery that was officially begun by HM Queen Elizabeth I, who was Margaret Beaufort, Meghan’s soul in a past life’s great-granddaughter, and now culminating in the too-long reign of HM Queen Elizabeth II.

Now let’s explore what is at the heart of all this. The Waleses with their 9-focussed numerology plus the fact that they are task companions, would definitely have been behind the push to oust the Duchess of Sussex from the royal family. They would clearly not have allowed Harry to marry Meghan if they were in the Queen’s position. As events have validated, the Waleses and the Courtesan Queen have their backers whose directives they diligently obey. Of course, the Queen sanctioned the marriage as it would be good for her legacy and the racist Waleses, formerly Cambridges, had no intentions of touring a predominantly Black commonwealth nation and only finally did after Meghan and Harry were driven out and the Queen was dying of cancer.

June, 2018, a month after the Sussexes’ wedding, where the buffoon openly ridiculed his sister-in-law and her Black heritage. Naturally, William was in Jerusalem for his paternal great-grandmother, Philip’s rather ape batshit crazy mother who is buried in the city; or so the excuse was made. He went to the wailing wall to say a prayer directly to god as this is what would definitely get the cushim out of the family.

Ben Goldsmith

Apart from the fact that the royals are not a Jewish family, the intense animus towards Meghan from some Jews has raised more than a few eyebrows within the Black community. Of course, as the saying goes, when you know, you know. The diamond consortia whose tentacles stretch from South Africa, to Israel, to Antwerp, to London and New York City have and always will be a Jewish monopoly. This explains why little Lord Fauntleroy, who’s clearly still pissed that his wife fled his chopped up schmeckel for big Black cock, just had to go flapping his Prissy-arsed gums at Meghan’s expense. Who is this Putz, cussing out Meghan, Duchess of Sussex, calling her a bully if he were not one of the Waleses’ inner circle Jews?

Whenever someone Black rises above their accepted station, this mightily seems to threaten some Jews, not all Jews. In my experience, Ashkenazi Jews are almost violent in their open anti-Black racism. Just look at this woman, Orly Taitz, who told lie, after lie, after lie, followed by absurd litigious campaigns to prevent a Black male, Barack Obama, becoming American President; she can of course be credited with having given that treasonous conman and buffoon ideas and the rest is history.

Seriously, what is driving these persons to obsess and want Meghan dead. Tom Bower declaring on-air, it’s her (Meghan) I’m after. Bethenny Frankel spewing hatred when she hasn’t spent a minute, exploring the racism to which Meghan was subjected – not that it would matter in the least. Of course, there is a reason for all this. One must never be criticised but definitely one always has the right to incite anti-Black racism without Blacks daring to challenge such persons. Gathering like vultures, there’s a mounting and ubiquitous presence of the aforementioned and others like Maureen Lipman, Claudia Winkleman, Howard Stern and Richard Quest. Meghan’s presence has ‘others’ attend court as though to stake their claim and make it clear that one matters most and ought not be side-lined.

Falashas have been Jewish since long before converso Europeans became Ashkenazi Jews. Imagine, the state of Israel, committing genocide without so much as one nation on the planet, pausing to shine a light and say, wait a minute, you, Israel, committing genocide? There is no terror greater than the terror of bullying others into silence. How in god’s name do you justify targeting and sterilising the Black Ethiopian Jews, living in Israel, leaving their population diminished by 50 percent? Then again, why should one be remotely surprised? Apartheid existed not for the convenience of the Afrikaner; it was about the Oppenheimers, Shapiros and other Jewish families who control the diamond mining industry. Apartheid was much like the arrangement in Nevis, which saw Brazilian Jews – of which I am descended – engaging in the cotton trade during slavery with one caveat that enslaved Blacks were allowed to will land to their descendants thereby allowing Jews to be in Nevis without technically participating in slavery. Apartheid was another system like the one in Nevis, which was used to technically get around the obvious enslavement of Black South Africans and the hellish work conditions they endure in the diamond mining industry.

Catherine, George & William at Wimbledon, 2022

One thing is perfectly clear in all of this, in 20 years time, when HM King Charles III has long given way to HM King William V, HRH Prince George, Prince of Wales will get married. This, of course, like his parents’ marriage, will be staged at a time when there needs to be a surge in economic activity, boosting the kingdom’s wealth. Without doubt, all the grandstanding and vitriol being orchestrated here and now against Meghan, the Black duchess, will have been for one purpose only, to have William and Catherine favour a Jewish wife for George. This will the crowning achievement for Jews the world over and, of course, with a Jewish mother, thereafter the BRF becomes a very Jewish monarchy. Now it will be William and Catherine’s karma to have this whole affair blow up in their face. As with his father, William, George does have a 5 in the fourth position. This will assure that not only will he cheat on his Jewish wife but he will most likely seek to dissolve their marriage and as she is Jewish, he would be readily killed off, conveniently by accident. In that way, she stays as head of the very Jewish dynasty and her heirs affording that the Crown Jewels remain in Jewish control. If this were to happen it would occur before William’s death and after George’s Jewish wife has had royal children. In the end, William would lose the dynasty to Jews because not trusting and betraying family will be a hostile lesson to have to learn from the opposite perspective whilst still incarnate. In short, what he’s done to Harry and Meghan is likely to be returned to him via his son’s Jewish wife. Never should one be surprised by the staggering stupidity of anti-Black racist Whites.

Sam Waley Cohen

With inner circle stalwarts like Sam Waley Cohen, why else do you think there has been this global attack on Meghan, demonising her and making her the most hated Black woman in history as the Fleet Street abattoirs do as directed from the Bourbon bastard and his handlers? Meghan has been lynched like no other Black person in history as those who matter fiercely show their fealty to the future Sovereign William whose prejudice against Blacks is both readily discernible and documented. The threat of Meghan will be radically addressed with a course correction that will see the Windsors becoming a Jewish dynasty much as America’s visceral response to the effrontery of President Obama gave way to the biggest liar, buffoon, conman who proved the great White hope, though he was twice impeached and treasonously attempted a coup. So, too, will George’s Jewish spouse be seen as the second coming of Mary. Indeed, Charles and the Courtesan’s affair gave way to opportunistic King Juan Carlos, a Bourbon bastard and though not returning the kingdom to the Church of Rome, instead, delivers it up in hostile takeover to become the ultimate status of Jewish ascendancy. There will never be a single negative article about George’s Jewish Queen and the Fleet Street abattoirs will see to it that she is more loved and revered than HLM Queen Elizabeth II and all within a century of her long reign.

Hasidic Wedding

Oh my, wouldn’t that be just grand, King William V’s great-granddaughter and future sovereign’s wedding to an Orthodox Jew from one of the more conservative rabbinical families of Israel. Of course, unlike at the Sussexes wedding won’t anyone be openly ridiculing the ‘other’s’ quaint customs. This would be such sweet poetic karmic justice. As for the British tabloids, they will be most deferential to the ‘spiritually’ evolved new dynasty… so many duchies to invent.

All this because George’s father and mother, William and Catherine, are vile racists who did not want the most otiose of cushim in their midst. This probable future could not eventualise fast enough. Just like that, you lose the empire and will never get it back. Never again will the kingdom be ruled by wholesome blue-blooded protestants. Just as William has been most violently opposed to Black blood tainting the royal bloodlines, so too his handlers know that he is too damn stupid to realise that in a single generation, they are going to be able to wrestle and launch a hostile takeover of the United Kingdom’s monarchy, changing it for all time from a protestant dynasty begun by Tudor matriarch, Margaret Beaufort – now reincarnated as Meghan Markle – and changing it to Jewish dynasty with Rothschild interests as per the protestations of that blasted pussy, Ben Goldsmith.

Here were the Waleses in Los Angeles, in July 2011. This was part of their first royal tour that brought them to Canada to celebrate Canada Day, July 1, 2011. Then next they deplaned in Los Angeles where they were hosted by the Los Angeles wing of BAFTA. To date they still have not been on a royal tour to Kenya where the Prince of Wales proposed. As he is the president of BAFTA, both the Oscars and BAFTAs sneakily acquired a name change, becoming an international film awards. This enables the overwhelmingly aggressive awarding of an American acting award to Britons and for no other reasons as Hollywood is in the thrall of the Court of St. James where rubbing shoulders with aristocrats and royals is the ultimate sign of Hollywood exclusivity.

Legally, only a film festival can be open to actors from diverse countries to be eligible to be both nominated and win acting awards. The current arrangement of rebranding the Oscars international does not make it a film festival; thus, Britons are not eligible to be nominated nor win Oscars. Of course, like the diamond mining and trade in South Africa, Hollywood is not principally an Armenian industry. William as president of BAFTA ventured to Hollywood to serve the interests of British actors but chiefly, he was there at the request of the same diamond consortia who would push him to have Meghan removed from the royal family. You can take the titles all you want but you would also have to murder Harry, Meghan, Archie and Lilibet Diana to put an end to the threat they pose for being so senior in succession rank. Of course, such persons are perfectly capable of doing just that, in the meantime, they demonise the Black woman to make her and family’s elimination no surprise if it were to happen.

Just consider this, Meghan whilst a senior working royal never once wore a tiara, except at her wedding. That, I can assure you, had much to do with the power brokers who saw the Waleses lashing out and waging a campaign against Black Meghan being in the royal family. That cushim should not be allowed to wear a diamond-filled tiara. No better have the Waleses been than Orly Taitz, Tom Bower, Bethenny Frankel, Angela Levin in inciting anti-Black racism towards Meghan, Duchess of Sussex all for rising above her station. Needless to say, Princess Michael of Kent sported the blackamoor brooch as her show of solidarity with the Waleses and those Jews who were violently opposed to a Black being highly placed within the royal family. Just as Lady Susan Hussey could be removed then made to publicly apologised which was a real bit of White voodoo, so too, HLM Queen Elizabeth II ought to have stripped Princess Michael of Kent of her HRH title and had her publicly apologise to Meghan and Henry. Instead, the flat-arsed, racist snob was sat in the quire at the Sussexes’ royal wedding because The Queen will not be told what to do. Furthermore, as her cancerous immolation endured, The Queen tore her arse in the Sussexes’ faces by her antics at the Platinum Jubilee – seating at St. Paul’s Cathedral and being banned from the balcony at Trooping the Colour.

Back in mid-Autumn 1988 after Merlin had been hospitalised with his first bout of AIDS-related pneumocystis and suffered a punctured lung in the process, we were at dinner at his ‘folks’ as he lovingly called his journalist parents. Looking south out the dining room window at 36 Servington Crescent, where in summer you then got an unobstructed view of the lake dotted with egret-looking yachts, we lovingly admired the rain-blackened bark of the magnolia tree that Merlin had planted at age seven. That evening, his younger brother, with whom I enjoyed relations than can best be charitably described as hissing, thankfully was not present. Merlin’s mum always waited for his arrival before cooking dinner as he was a superior cook to her and it allowed them quality time together. As for me, I would go down to the basement and his father’s office where we would eat the best soft bread from a Lebanese bakery in the neighbourhood (Yonge Street). As Merlin pointed out, if my dad shares bread with you, you are family; this is something he also lovingly did on the occasions I attended their home when his writer colleague Pierre Berton was present – breads, breads, breads and more breads. Soon enough, talk turned to literature and writers and Barbara Amiel came up in conversation. Because of the stance she took with support of Apartheid South Africa, Merlin always dismissively referred to her as that Semite. As Merlin argued with his father, her inexcusable position was merely in support of the Jewish diamond cartel, he flatly stated. Merlin had stopped smoking Pall Mall cigarettes as they were connected to Apartheid South African and rigorously campaigned to have his friends stop smoking that and other South African owned brands of cigarettes. Needless to say, Amiel Black has chimed in on the Negro in the palace and you can bet she too disputes Meghan’s claim of racism as does Tom Bower. She nor anyone else Jewish will ever make mention of the blackamoor brooch incident as this is in keeping with Jewish denial that there is any such thing as anti-Black racism. More proof that the wagons have firmly encircled the Waleses and Prince George will have a lovely Jewish wedding, starting the shift of the kingdom from a protestant to a Jewish dynasty, which will never shift back to being protestant. Most of all, how dare that damn cushim, being more senior a royal than their engineered coup of having Sophie Winkleman marry into the royal family and to Princess Blackamoor Brooch’s son no less, which, I suppose, would make the BRF Jewish by proxy.

L to R: Me feeding a cat, actor Wayne Robson, Merlin’s brother, Merlin and his writer father in our Cabbagetown back garden, summer 1988.

In any event, Barbara is a prime example of why one should never take a position on someone and not back down. Long after Merlin’s passing, my position and I am confident Merlin’s, too, had he lived, considerably changed. I paid close attention to her spouse, Conrad Black’s trial in Chicago; I was much impressed how each day this woman got up, put her face on, elegantly strode into the court house past the world’s media and was never anything but dignified. Mr. Black did time but there is no need to have held stridently to former perceptions of her. After all, she attended a Rosedale dinner, here in Toronto, where Nelson Mandela was being feted. And that’s coming a long way after her positions in the Toronto Sun newspaper. In the end, she is wedded to the most brilliant intellect in the English-speaking world, if not the world, and for that, it would be juvenile to not admire the woman; she also happens to be a great writer in her own right. To spend a lifetime despising her for her position during Apartheid, ultimately is nothing more than ugly anti-Semitism.

If indeed Meghan were a bully and difficult, her character Rachel Zane on Suits would have been written out of the show within one season; Meghan lasted 7 seasons. There are multiple unions involved in all film and TV productions; you run afoul of anyone, the union gets involved and soon enough after investigations, you are outright fired or quietly written out of the production. Similarly, If Meghan were a kleptomaniac whilst working on Suits, merely for changing countries, she would remain a kleptomaniac in Britain. Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex has yet to be accused of having stolen the purloined Crown Jewels – though I would not put it past the fuckers.

What Meghan has dramatised to the entire world, is the damage to the psyche, indeed, the very soul of the island kingdom, that having been an enslaving, dehumanising, racist – architects of Apartheid – empire, Britons one and all have generationally suffered and become from Queen Elizabeth I through to Queen Elizabeth II to HRH Prince William, Prince of Wales. The latter’s second number of 9 (mindset) reveals him to be a bigot with an intense anti-Black racist animus.

Just look at this old fraud; she grabbed that handbag, the white gloves, the right brooch and hat, smiled and waved and the little old lady schtick only worked to her benefit. The longer she lived the more her façade dropped away, revealing her true unsightly visage. Knowing that William and Catherine were bigots, who refused to go on royal tours to predominantly Black commonwealth countries, The Queen readily approved the marriage of Henry and Meghan. After all, it would be a plus for her legacy to show how far the kingdom had come and all during her reign. Unfortunately, what she had not anticipated was the response of the Waleses; they knew that she had cancer and they wanted it made perfectly clear that they did not want Meghan within the royal family. Perhaps William saw this as his chance to avenge his mum’s murder by The Queen. In sacrificing Meghan, he was paying back a debt for his mum’s murder. The banishment of the Sussexes from the kingdom was William’s way of sabotaging The Queen’s legacy before she was dead and buried; of course, he knew damn well that the trusty Fleet Street Abattoirs would gladly blame that blasted cushim, Meghan, for Philip and Elizabeth’s deaths.

HLM Queen Elizabeth II Canker-Infested Legs May 2016, Before Harry Met Meghan

Just after her 90th birthday in 2016, HM Queen Elizabeth began showing signs of her emergent cancer with canker sores at the shins; this was long before Meghan appeared on the scene. Phillip just got tired of living a lie with the little garden gnome wife from whom for decades, he had been long estranged as everyone knew but chose not to see.

Catherine, HRH Princess of Wales Abandoning Tiara Etiquette in 2011 & 2022

Possessed as they both are of 9 in their numerological makeup, it means that William and Catherine can always be counted on to be difficult; in Catherine’s case a 9 energy body is the signature of the shit-disturber. There is a good reason why Catherine would have worn her hair down at her wedding; she was thumbing her nose at the tabloids and aristocracy, who objected to her marrying above her station and let her know it, going on a decade. It was subtle but it was not surprising for someone with an energy body of 9 and also someone marrying her task companion. She would be guaranteed to fight back. William likely did not know that she would wear her hair down and frankly he is so damn stupid that he probably paid no notice just as he did not know to remain stood in the carriage and assist his new wife in, until she was comfortably sat. Instead, he sat back to the horse, then sat properly never stood up and kept pushing away her wedding gown as she clearly sat too close to him – how could central casting have gotten this one so wrong, then again, there was a mix up in the coupling, if only Charles had done his honeymoon duties. HM The Queen who had been mentored by HM Queen Mary would have taken note of Catherine’s hair being down and not approved. One does not wear hair down when wearing a tiara… never. Going on a school run, shopping at Waitrose, yes. Just imagine if Meghan were to have done this at her wedding; of course, the campaign to remove the effrontery of her Black blood within the senior royal ranks meant that she was banished to her American homeland before having an opportunity to ever wear a tiara again.

Eh voilà, all the signs you ever needed, unless you are the blind, island kingdom cultists, who choose never to see beyond the fairy story, which got really idyllic and the Waleses the epitome of White supremacy and wholesomeness as soon as Meghan appeared at the ball. Thought they are lined up as per line of succession? There is though lots more at play in this photograph. Catherine walks a little behind and holding Louis’s hand, who does not hold his sister, Charlotte’s hand. William, though, is holding George’s hand who in turn is holding Charlotte’s.

Remember this spectacle. Little Damian Ainslie’s coming out. At no point, was he ever sat next to or held by his father, William, neither was he ever related to by Prince George as William’s firstborn is already well aware that William is not the bastard’s father. That explains why, William, in the Christmas 2022 family photograph, is not walking between both sons and holding either’s hand. Rather he is connected to George and Charlotte by handholding, who in turn are not holding hands with Louis/Damian and their mother, Catherine.

William simply has nothing to do with Louis, which is precisely why Louis acted out the way he did at the Jubilee celebrations and all that Catherine, who was down the way and not sat with Louis between her and William for comfort and anchoring him, could do, was sit there and take Louis’s abuse and sheepishly peer down at William from time to time. Instead, yet again he was sat apart from William, of whom he is likely terrified – his mindset of 9 would trigger operatic screaming which would leave Damian/Louis, who instinctually knows that William is not his father, ever fearful of the man who has clearly long ago rejected him. Indeed, during the Jubilee parade last June, 2022, Damian was sent to sit on his step-grandfather and soon to be king, HM King Charles III’s lap. Though William has his lovechild with Rose, Countess Rocksavage who cannot be explained away in public family outings, Catherine who was pregnant, could bring her lovechild with Ben Ainslie everywhere after all one would naturally assume that the child is William’s.

Charles & Diana’s Royal Wedding July 29, 1981

At the end of it all, William has been undeniably outed as the architect of the Kensington Palace leaks to the Fleet Street abattoirs against Meghan. Enough of him.

Harry & Meghan’s Royal Wedding May 19, 2018

Princely royal wedding day etiquette could not be clearer. The prince enters the carriage first and assists his wife’s entry into the carriage. This, of course, was the case for both Diana and Meghan, their chivalrous princes entered the carriage, is stood welcoming them inside and only after they are comfortably sat, is he rightly sat.

William & Catherine’s Royal Wedding April 29, 2011

No such luck when it comes to good old conceited and archly unaware Bourbon Billy. He gets into the carriage, sits rather than is stood there, not only does he improperly sits with back to horses and then shifts to the correct carriage seat, rather than is stood welcoming in his new wife to the carriage. Further, conceited Bourbon Billy thinks more of his Irish Guard’s uniform as he brushes off Catherine’s exquisite Alexander McQueen wedding gown off his uniform. Are we then surprised that as revealed by Harry, William is the controlling pain in the arse that his numerology betrays? Just look at him, eight times after Catherine was sat next to him, he edged away from her, fidgeted and acted as though she was sat much too close to him?

Lindsay Wallace & Peter Phillips Arrive by Carriage to Royal Ascot, 2022

Lindsay Wallace, 40, Scottish, divorced with two kids. Finalised in June 2021, Peter Phillips was now free to pursue Lindsay, whose Scottish father is a multimillionaire oilman. Lindsay attended Gordonstoun with Peter’s sister, Zara Tindall. She is in the family fold. Why, though, when she is neither fiancée nor wife did she arrive on day one of Royal Ascot 2022 with the then Cambridges presiding. Of course, The Queen was then dying of cancer.

The soon-to-be Prince of Wales made a point of being sociable and engaging with Lindsay Wallace. Catherine also made a point of being engaging with Ms. Wallace in the royal box at Royal Ascot, 2022. There is no sense of Catherine or William being ill at ease in the presence of Lindsay. Is it because she is not a Yank, Black, nor intelligent therefore deemed a non-threat. The way that the then Cambridges behaved and socialised with Ms. Wallace, he being welcoming of Lindsay into the fold, validates how much the now Waleses were keen on freezing out Meghan. In light of what we learnt in the Netflix documentary and the Lady Susan Hussey and Jeremy Clarkson episodes, Meghan is way too good to be in any capacity associated with these snobbish racist asshats. William’s sucking up to Lindsay Wallace for being hyper wealthy, White and British illustrates how easy it will be for he and Catherine’s Jewish handlers to readily sway this man into having George marry into the faith and thereby lose the dynasty outright.

Courtesan Queen Holding Court at Mayfair’s Murano

As the Courtesan Queen does not give a damn, she entertained her courtiers at Mayfair’s Murano. What does she care about revealing her hand, she has gotten what she wanted by bullying it out of the cancer-stricken Misogynist Queen. She is Queen Consort, sorry, Courtesan Queen.

Courtesan Queen Hosting Vile Racists Who Have Been Open In Their Animus of Meghan, Duchess of Duchess

Mayfair’s Murano recently hosted members of the Courtesan Queen’s inner circle, which of course was a show of support after Netflix’s Harry & Meghan docuseries. Naturally, persons who have been most openly critical and racially predatory towards Meghan were in attendance, chief among them, Piers Morgan, Jeremy Clarkson and Judi Dench. Naturally, there were Jews present to the exclusion of East Indians, Chinese or Black Britons; Claudia Winkleman, Maureen Lipman. Additionally, also present were: Maggie Smith, Tess Daly, Chris Evans, Tom Parker Bowles, Tracey Emin, Hugh Bonneville.

Within 24 hours of their little kissy kissy boosh boosh, there appeared Jeremy Clarkson’s commentary in The Sun in which he fantasised about Meghan being paraded naked throughout each town of the kingdom and stoned with human faeces.

Classic Response from A Jew As Per BrandyBreath. Ignore It Of Course As Long As Its Blacks But Definitely Not if It Were Deemed Anti-Semitic.

This is not an apology, not that it matters. It is no business of Meghan’s or anyone Black what the fuck you think. You are racist scum. Go on, fuck off and crawl into your casket and rot in hell, with the Queen because we all know beyond the schtick, she was damn racist – the royal documentary of June 1969 irrefutably validates as much.

The sickness of some Whites: their every reaction to someone Black is instinctually negative, most are often never even aware that they are engaging in racially predatory unconscious bias. Trust me, your perceptions of us is just that, a symptom of your having been savagely enslaving during which time, you lost your humanity. We Blacks, I can assure you, do not care anymore than we either care or need to go lay in the Sun to look good.

How Gullible Do These People Look to Those Eager to Usurp the Crown Jewels via Prince George’s Marriage?

4 days and counting and there has been not a single word form the Courtesan Queen, Tampax King, Peggalicious Bourbon Billy and partially animated Sodden Cardboard. Why am I not surprised? Of course, in a move never indulged by his predecessor, Tampax King released a message on the eve of Chanukah; twenty years and counting down indeed.

Courtesan Queen Deplanes In Edinburgh and Rudely Abandons Protocol and Retires to Limousine

From deliberately ignoring tiara etiquette to doing as one damn well pleases. Obviously, the Courtesan Queen was relieved that the Misogynist Queen finally got off the stage. Don’t you worry, just pray that you predecease the Tampax King or else you will be muzzled and crop-whipped by Catherine as well she damn well ought to. Seabiscuit aka Courtesan Queen it was, who had driven Catherine from the palace, thereby causing a break in William and Catherine’s decade-long courtship. Just look at this blasted shrew snubbing Nicola Sturgeon – who yes is a pill and half – to go sit in the limousine whilst The Late Queen’s body was not yet returned to London.

Prissy Presented At Court

In Meghan, the Waleses and the Courtesan Queen otherwise known as Seabiscuit – who clearly stormed free of the Windsor stables – were expecting to have their very own Prissy in their midst, instead they got a forthright, self-made, intelligent, articulate woman, all the things that mumbling, social climbing boor, Catherine is not. Once removed from court, though the tabloids defamed Meghan’s character no end, the royals have managed to do themselves in rather handsomely. Indeed, the grave you did for others will be the one you fall into. Meghan took a look and thought the gig absurd, they ravaged her as so many Blacks experience for being the lone Black entering into a White institution. Finally, Henry made the call and they walked. Bravo!

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Coeur de Loup Philipppe Lafontaine In Concert

After having just looked at episodes 4 through 6 of Meghan & Harry A Netflix Docuseries. Let’s just get up and shake our ass and remove ourselves from all that dross that is the House of Windsor – Victorian Misogynist, Tampax King, Seabiscuit aka Courtesan Queen, Peggalicious and Catherine with her lovechild, Damian, with Big Ben. When living in Montréal for seven years what made an otherwise hellish work experience tolerable, was the music that ensouls the nation’s distinctly unique culture. From Isabelle Boulay, to Lara Fabian, Mitsou, Patricia Kaas and, of course, Céline Dion plus so many others. Indeed, until you’ve lived in Québec, you do not truly get the soul of Canada, just as it is also imperative that you explore and appreciate the culture of First Nations peoples.

L to R: Lilibet Diana, Henry, Archie & Meghan

Bravely and rather admirably, the Sussexes have told their story. Most of all, as if I had not been intermittently crying but as the closing credits of episode 6 began rolling, the music was Nancy Wilson singing “How Glad I AM.” This is the very same Jazz music chosen for this blog’s last post dated, December 2, 2022, 6 days before the first 3 episodes of Netflix’s Harry & Meghan dropped. I was immediately reminded how I was compelled to feverishly pen the blog on November 15, 2021, a day after HM King Charles III’s birthday as the most lucid astral plane dream was dreamt the day prior, November 13, 2021. There was no mistaking the fact that the dream presaged HM Queen Elizabeth II’s death in the coming year; for this reason, I simply had to write the blog so that after the fact, no one could roll their eyes, if I were to have chosen to share the dream after The Queen’s passing in September 2022.

Tyler Perry 13. 9. 1969 Rooster 4. 4. 2 = 1

Truly, Tyler Perry is a Prince among mere titled reborn bigots who are nothing more than stewards of an ancient dynasty. Too bad though that Prince William and Catherine, Princess of Wales are on the cusp of woefully undoing six hundred years of Protestantism all because of their blind bigotry. Serves them right too.

The most memorable Nancy Wilson Jazz performance, I enjoyed in winter 1993 when Milan Newcombe and I flew into New York City for the weekend, to attend the Blue Note Jazz Club concert. Milan lived in a magical loft on Spadina Avenue in Kensington Market. He was adorably eccentric rather than crazy – who needs the drama? He was 10.5 inches of intense powerful sex. Though I rarely bottom, I most definitely never bottom for any cock less than 9.5 inches. Milan and I had spent a glorious weekend in May 1992 in Montréal where we attended the 350th anniversary of the founding of the city. I spent the evening walking the city streets where the night time parade coursed down Boulevard St. Laurent, the city’s main drag. Milan that afternoon had decided that we had to attend the parade in masks and costumes, all of which we found at a costume shop at St. Laurent and rue Ontario Est. He insisted and as he was such an exciting lover, for the first time, I wore six-inch black patent leather Bally talons hauts (high heels) thus giving birth to at least a dozen of my known 72 personalities – this an aunt declared of me on a visit to Nevis; the wife of an uncle whom no one liked, she was without pretentions and ready to set the record straight on everything – she was great fun and we got on riotously well.

We sat close to the stage and dined on delicious fare. I had a bit too much Cointreau but as ever, Nancy’s performance was sublime. On our return to Toronto, though Milan’s music library exceeded 1000 recordings and spanned 3.5 centuries – most of it harpsichord recordings and yes he did have a harpsichord, which he played nightly after noisily ploughing me into sweet surrender – we listened to Nancy’s recording of How Glad I Am. Indeed, I had introduced Milan to Jazz, which he voraciously explored, listening to various recordings late into the night. Naturally, he was smitten with Oscar Peterson whose trio we caught one cold wintry evening on Bloor Street West, in Yorkville’s Bermuda Onion. On occasion, Milan managed to play some of Oscar’s recordings on his marvellously magical harpsichord, late at night in his purple-interiored salon lit throughout by candlelight.

Oscar Peterson Trio Live in Denmark 1964

C Jam Blues

Oscar Peterson – Piano

Ray Brown – Bass

Ed Thigpen – Drums

Listen to you, talking shit about Jazz has its roots in Klezmer; then again that gold and diamond thieves are liars should come as no surprise. Jazz is the music of the people whom though enslaved – one continues to make money off (Meghan by way of peddling anti-Black racism) – openly revile, hate and vilify, our spirit remains indomitable. We are a people whose spirit you’ll never break because Jazz, like all great art, cannot be mined from veins of vile, racist hatefulness.

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As ever, Life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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