[“Socialism means the establishment of Soviet power, plus the electrification of the whole country”— Lenin]
Both the German Reich and the Soviet Union have now passed into history. From their previous enmity there can now emerge over time a synthesis, with other elements; a Eurasian superstate, geographically incorporating the present Russian Federation, some “nearby” republics, and Europe generally.
The Cabinet of Clowns is turning the whole country upside down again, this time in the vain hope of preventing transmission of a “variant” which, so far, seems to be akin in its effects and symptoms to the common cold. Madness.
Will anyone be watching and listening? Did many watch and/or listen yesterday to the part-Jew/Levantine liar and chancer currently posing as Prime Minister? “Boris” and Starmer are two faces of one clock, to put it politely.
Starmer, in effect, says “we support everything or almost everything that the Government is doing, but they should be doing it better, more efficiently, while bending the knee to anti-white “diversity”, and while wearing a facemask“…
Despite the shambolic “Boris” mess at Downing Street, and despite the recent opinion polls, I cannot see fake “Labour” forming a government, so long as the misnamed Conservative Party ditches “Boris” fairly soon.
Labour offers even less than the present pack of clowns to the British people.
In fact, this is all to do with the c.33-year socio-political cycle: 1923, 1956, 1989, and now 2022. The transnational Western “conspiracy” or “consensus” is already trying to seize the agenda for the next third of a century, just as happened in the 1980s in the build-up to 1989.
In that case, in the 1980s, it will be recalled that a number of stage-setting scenarii occurred. In the Soviet Union, the more traditional “fossilized” leaders were replaced by the arch-Westernizer, Gorbachev and his people. Andropov, who wanted to, as people now say, “double down” on Sovietism, died (or was killed) in an event still not clear even today. Some reports say that a neighbour, a widow with a grudge, shot him, after which he died days later; the official version now is that Andropov died from natural but unexplained kidney failure: see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuri_Andropov#Death_and_funeral.
Those of a certain age may recall the jokes about the generally very old Soviet leadership of the time: a pensioner wanting better living standards enters the Central Committee building in Old Square, Moscow. He tells the receptionist that he wants to join the Politburo. She answers “are you mad?!“. “Well, no…but I AM old, deaf, rather stupid…and don’t know a lot...”.
Gorbachev succeeded as de facto leader several years before the world-historic key year, 1989, itself.
The same sort of thing happened in the Vatican. After the very unexpected death of Pope John Paul I, the Polish Pope, John Paul II was elected. Although doctrinally conservative, he was in many respects a modernizer and, crucially, wanted to free Poland from control of the Soviet leadership.
It will also be recalled that President Bush senior took over in the USA after the 1988 election, and one of his first acts of importance was to make a speech in 1989 openly proclaiming the New World Order [NWO].
The 33-year cycle starting in in or about 1989 was characterized by the greater grip of the “Western” order or “NWO/ZOG”: the “fall of socialism” worldwide, the collapse of the Soviet Union, the de facto “capitalization” of China, the collapse of European-race rule in South Africa, and of course the waning power of the Arab/Muslim states, despite their continuing hydrocarbon assets and wealth.
The above also meant the domino effect applied to the states opposed to Israel. They have fallen, been suborned, or been neutered one by one.
Now we see the biosecurity police state, almost wordwide, coming into existence, using health as the pretext for extreme control of populations right down to the individual level: “virus” “passports” to travel, sometimes even internally and, almost certainly, and before too long, microchips implanted under the skin, in order to track the individual 24/7, anywhere in the world.
Having said all that, such plans are not always 100% successful. In the past few decades, a number of events parried the NWO/ZOG agenda: the partial recovery of Russia under Putin, the 1990s/2000s Arab/Muslim/Islamist “holy war” against “the West” (notably its attacks on New York City, the citadel of finance-capitalism); also the failure of the forces of NWO/ZOG to dislodge President Assad of Syria from power, and the continuing defiance of the Iranian state. Also, the internal failures of the finance-capitalist economic model: the dotcom bubble bursting, and the post-2008 banking crisis.
It may well be that events will happen also in the coming 33 years or so (exact dates are not so important) to prevent the complete victory of NWO/ZOG.
Late tweets
The cost of furniture, floor coverings and general fitting out of the social housing identified for Afghan refugees is not covered by the support contract.
Herefordshire Council has to make a direct award of a near £200,000 to ensure they have furnished, fitted out homes! pic.twitter.com/iElp0Xz3iQ
Jesus H. Christ! British people homeless, young people unable to buy or even rent homes, and these alien, useless and/or hostile millstones round the British neck are provided with everything by virtue-signalling System drones! The msm does not even protest about it, and the tame thick princeling “who would be king” makes virtue-signalling speeches supporting it. If he wants his future crown (if he ever has one) to stay on his head, he had better start to wake up…
Exactly. This whole pseudo-democratic charade is just a spectacle for (sadly, often) “moronic masses”, or to put it another way, at this time of year, a pantomime.
Someone is telling lies and it's not me! Please share everywhere. This video is after my appointment was late and I went to look pic.twitter.com/sBy5hea6rs
— Heidi 🇬🇧 #StopTheTreaty #TogetherDeclaration (@heidiEC5) December 13, 2021
Exactly my experience over the past year. I have visited (not as patient) at least two hospitals, as well as a couple of medical centres. Deserted.
I am now writing about a personal experience, because I feel that some people might find it interesting anyway, and because I also feel that, inter alia, it says something about the EU and the way it operates.
The facts
In 1998, some months after my return from a several-months sojourn in Egypt, I was telephoned by someone whom I did not know, Leasor by name, who told me that my name had been suggested as someone who might be a suitable candidate for a project funded by the EU, and would I meet the next day to discuss it? I was interested, not least because I needed a job.
At the time, I was staying temporarily with my parents, at the yachting haven of Hamble, in Hampshire. As I say, I had been in Egypt for quite a while, had then spent three months penniless and effectively homeless in London (a dystopian nightmare), and since that time another lucrative work possibility, in Odessa (Ukraine), had just recently fallen through. The small financial settlement I had been paid (after having had to issue court proceedings against a Jew fraud —will blog about that another time—) was running out rapidly. So I was happy to investigate this new idea, whatever it might be.
A day or two later I was in London, lunching in a smallish and pleasant Italian restaurant in Pimlico, a stone’s throw from the Vauxhall Bridge Road. My host, Leasor (I forget his Christian name), was easy to talk to and explained that there was an EU TACIS project coming up for tender. TACIS was “Technical Aid to the Commonwealth of Independent States”, a foreign aid umbrella supposedly helping out the former Soviet republics by providing “expertise”. I regarded it as largely a boondoggle, a major aim of which was to help out not the former Soviet Union but large Western law firms, accountancy firms, “consultancy” firms and industrial concerns.
I believe that, since our telephone conversation, I had faxed my CV to Leasor, so he knew my work background, qualifications etc. He also knew that I had been, during 1995-1996, on the Committee of the Central Asia and Transcaucasia Law Association [CATLA], also connected with TACIS; the CATLA committee met every few weeks at one or another plush office of law firms in the City of London or West End. I remember that they included Clifford Chance, Norton Rose and other large firms. CATLA had been set up by UK law firms with interests in the new states recently carved out of the Soviet Union.
As for Leasor himself, I do not think that he said much about himself, save for the fact that he had been involved in a few similar deals in recent years. I am not someone who questions people closely (leaving aside my years at the practising Bar); I always think it rather rude. Neither did I enquire how he got my temporary home telephone number.
I had spent a year in Kazakhstan (1996-97), and had, a few years earlier, visited post-Soviet Moscow. This was of interest to the consortium which was bidding for the contract in Uzbekistan; also useful was my far-from-perfect but serviceable Russian language (both reading and speaking).
After lunch, Leasor took me to see his brother (in fact he had or has at least one other, but I did not know that then). His brother had been Adjutant of the 17th/21st Lancers, a smart cavalry unit now (at time of writing) not in independent existence; that brother was running what was basically a public relations outfit in a small office in Westminster. The brother or his firm would also be part of the bid consortium. I found both brothers pleasant and polite, though the ex-officer one did carry light traces of his former profession of arms in his speech and manner.
The next meeting was at the offices of yet another part of the consortium, the large law firm Simmons & Simmons, in the City of London. The meeting was chaired by its then “emerging markets” partner, a small Jew with a name so Scottish that the possessor of it should have had bagpipes and a tartan Tam O’Shanter. I had met him before. Also present was a City of London bod with a good line in convoluted financial jargon.
The project in Uzbekistan was to be based in the capital, Tashkent, the largest city in Central Asia. The title of the project was something like “Secondary Markets in Uzbekistan”. What I knew about secondary markets could be written, if not on a postcard, then certainly on a single side of paper, but no matter: the financial bod and the law firm would jointly take up that slack. My role would be to be second-in-command, so to speak, based as sole resident representative in Tashkent. All that was really required of me was legal and resident experience in the region (Uzbekistan borders Kazakhstan) and serviceable Russian. The others would be based in London.
It turned out that this was the EU’s second attempt to get a secondary market going in Uzbekistan. The first had sunk without trace, taking about £2 million in EU funding with it. I discovered that the team who had won the previous bid (I think French) had blown almost all the budget on salaries and on staying in the most expensive hotels in Tashkent, Moscow and European capitals, leaving nothing for publishing useful (educative) information or for effective liaison with the government of Uzbekistan.
20 years have now elapsed. I realized only years after the events now chronicled that, in overall charge of TACIS projects for that part of the world from 1994-1996, i.e. not so very long before I got directly involved in the region, was one Nick Clegg, since then of course MP (2005-2017), UK Liberal Democrat Party leader (2007-2015) and (2010-2015) Deputy PM, but then just a wealthy “trustafarian” whose parents had got him a job in Brussels:
“He took up a post at the European Commission in April 1994, working in the TACIS aid programme to the former Soviet Union. For two years, Clegg was responsible for developing direct aid programmes in Central Asia and the Caucasus worth €50 million. He was involved in negotiations with Russia on airline overflight rights, and launched a conference in Tashkent in 1993 that founded TRACECA—an international transport programme for the development of a transport corridor for Europe, the Caucasus and Asia.” [Wikipedia].
No wonder the project for which I was recruited had failed at its first attempt! Clegg! I note also that only now, a quarter of a century later, is the “new Silk Road” coming into being. I wonder how much EU money Clegg wasted overall…
Coming back to a micro level of economics, my own proposed salary was, if I remember rightly, going to be somewhere around £100,000 (I think more) taxfree (and paid offshore), equivalent to maybe £150,000 or so taxfree today (educated guess). I think that accommodation and flights were also on offer. This was more than attractive to someone who had, that very same year, been for months all but destitute in London (where some of my adventures would make amusing reading, were I able to write them down).
So to Brussels…
The two Leasor brothers and I flew on a small business airline to Brussels. The jet was almost empty and arrived just as darkness was falling, around 1800 hrs. A confusing taxi ride through endless tunnels and we were there, in the middle of Brussels, a city to which I had never been (though I had visited Belgium itself on a number of occasions, starting in (I think) 1963, aged maybe just 7, when my family flew Sabena from Heathrow to Ostend, a service long-since discontinued).
In the morning, after an excellent dinner (Brussels is noted for cuisine) and a night in some hotel which appeared to be exclusively occupied by delegates and supplicants to the EU Commission or Parliament, we set off on foot to our own appointment with the Commission.
At the Commission (not the famous main building but a quite neglected smaller one nearby), we were ushered in eventually to a room set up like a tribunal, with EU flags on vertical poles and tables for us, the Uzbek delegation and the Eurocrats judging our bid.
The Uzbeks were a government minister (I forget now, 20+ years later, whether it was the Foreign Minister or Minister for Foreign Trade, I think the former) and his English-speaking assistant, a clever-looking young man who had “KGB” or the equivalent written all over him.
The “tribunal” consisted of a troika: the chairwoman was a French or Belgian woman, maybe 50, very much conscious of her importance (whatever that was) and looking somehow lacquered, as if her hair or face might crack if she were to fall over. There was also a besuited person of, I think, Belgian nationality and an English or maybe Scottish civil servant, looking scruffy and wearing a roll-neck jumper, making him look like the once-famous 1956 publicity shot of the young Colin Wilson, writer of The Outsider, pictured as enfant terrible of popular philosophy.
After one of the others gave an overview of our bid, it was my turn to be grilled. The main thing was to ask about my legal background and then to test my facility in Russian conversation. That was done by the minister, with help from “KGB” assistant. After a while, the KGB assistant carried on, until one of the troika interjected and said “I think that we have established that Mr. Millard has a good command of Russian…we are running short of time.” The KGB assistant wanted to carry on interrogating me but had to shut up. Not before time. The bastard had pretty much reached the outer limits of my fluency. As he subsided, he flashed me a smile and a sharp glance as if to say “I’ve got your number…”
We went back separately to London. I thought that we had done enough to win the bid, as had the brothers, but in the end it turned out that, for purely political reasons, a consortium from, if I recall, Spain had to be awarded the contract, because Spain had not had enough of a bite at the TACIS cherry…
Aftermath
My visit to Brussels over, I only heard once more from Leasor (the one who contacted me initially). I ended up, not long afterward, going to live for a while in the Caribbean and elsewhere. To this day, I have never visited Tashkent.
It was only much later that I started to wonder whether there had been something else behind that —superficially— purely commercial bid. Uzbekistan, like Kazakhstan, was just then, in 1998, becoming pivotal in geopolitical terms, as “Western”/NATO/NWO power rubbed up against an upsurging China, a Russia starting to be resurgent, and Islamism from the South. Maybe Professor Haushofer was at least partly correct…
Uzbekistan was under strict dictatorial control and at that time had not yet committed itself to cooperation with NATO. It might be that our bid was really an opening gambit to insert an intelligence post into Tashkent, with me as “clean” figurehead, at least at first. The project would have provided access to Uzbek ministers and advisors at or near the top level of their government.
Evidence? Not much. Was it relevant that I was called out of the blue? Not necessarily (headhunters had done that before and would do so again). Was it relevant that the Italian restaurant was near Vauxhall Bridge Road? Not necessarily. Was it in any way relevant that —as I only discovered a few years ago— the brothers were the sons of the writer James Leasor, who was a WW2 officer, later a foreign correspondent and writer of famous books on war and espionage, some of which were filmed: The One That Got Away and (filmed sub nom The Sea Wolves) Boarding Party? I suppose not. Straws in the wind, as we are in life…
Ian Robert Millard 