"The Right to be Forgotten"? Nah nah nah ... we're not going to be letting any of that happen. As the good book points out to us all, I believe, I'd like to point out again to several people that they may have thought they'd finished with the past, but the past certainly ain't finished with them. And point out too, to anybody whose merely just reading this out of interest, that I'm not looking forward to doing what I am to - as in writing it all out, and now speaking in front of live audiences as well it seems. Yeah, I can get myself all over the Internet and I've now agreed to speak at two conferences later on this year too. Though I've always been aware that I could have taken this path, I've preferred to test the mainstream; official bodies and the like for reactions to appeals for help, rather than immerse myself in the negativity of dealing with such issues publicly. That, and inwardly in truth, I have been kinda hoping that quantifiable proof of claims that UK citizens are being technologically tortured and murdered by the state would prompt a humane reaction. Crumbs ... I really can immediately think of a shed load of things I'd rather do, though none that are likely to achieve anything other than just passing some more time. Though, as I've been discussing with people recently, just exposing what we know isn't really going to change anything if this' not followed up with differing forms of direct action.
Insofar as I and they are concerned mind, the mainstream media is obsolete, and furthermore very much 'a part' of the problem. It's alternative media organisations which increasingly folks are turning to in search of the truth, because they trust what they read or hear via 'the corporate bods' little or any more than they do what exits our 'mainstream' politicians mouths.
Anyhow, bla bla bla, about time I knuckled down to detailing the 'Nitty Gritty' I've been referring to, but again it has been the case that all sorts has been happening beyond my attempting to sit down and write out my tale of woe. A tale which - concerning my younger years is to be centred around what were two villages situated just south of the City of Nottingham, England. Two villages which are now small towns. Namely a backwood called Cotgrave, a village I lived in and another about two and a half miles away called Radcliffe-On-Trent where I went to school and also spent the Lions share of my time back then. Oh, and a trip to Benin City in Nigeria, where as a ten year old I was implanted with the technology [Wet Wear] that I'm still walking around with inside of me today. This was in 1975.
Not possible in 1975 hey? Well, the picture below, which is quite a famous one, is of an operation a Swedish chap - a person I know - had to remove electrodes from his brain and said operation took place in 1974!
So, shortly before mine were put in then and you may wish to check this person out on the net. His name is Robert Naeslund and he has recently released a series of articles he's written on the subject of MC Technology.
Really too, at this juncture I'd say it's important to state that I have no actual memories of any sexual abuse taking place involving me as a child. If I did the perpetrators would be dead and I'd be in prison for killing them. Only that, if it didn't happen, then a great deal of time and effort was/has been put in to making me believe it did, back then and future wise. Personally though, given that I now fully understand what being a Monarch Target is all about, I am in very little doubt that it did given the memories I have of certain situations and treatment that I have. I've carried said memories around with me and on into adulthood whilst for some time being at somewhat of a loss as to how to make sense of them - until about thirteen years ago that is. To be frank I'd have to be a complete mug not to have figured things out from what I know. But I'm going to be completely honest and open about why this is so and of course thereafter allow you all to make your own minds up.
There's something related to this, and central to everything I've experienced, that I certainly know for sure though. Which is that the woman whom purports to be my mother - I'll cover the 'purports' business shortly - is most definitely a kiddy fiddler and a very sick individual indeed. She knows I know this and have done since I was a young boy. Hence - as several people have gone out of their way to explain to me over the years - she's done nothing but paint a dark picture of me to others with every opportunity she's had. This whilst pretending to be a lovable old granny, when in truth she shouldn't be allowed anywhere near little boys. Oh yes, I'm going to present my reasons for making such statements in quite some detail - in fact they're already documented, in case anything untoward should happen to me prior to banging things out on here that is - so I'm completely comfortable in doing so and it's about time she was exposed for what she really is.
So world, wanna see what a woman who would sell a child into Chattel Slavery looks like? Well here 'IT' is ...
Rather unspectacular, eh? She's always liked to see herself as a witch too and indeed goes by the name of Whizity on the internet - as in Whizity Witch. She should be in a dark prison for the rest of her days, as should the rest of my family because they've all been in on this. But I'll be back shortly to introduce you to the other scum bags, which from here on in I'll refer to as 'The Family', because other than see them all get what they fully deserve I want nothing more to do with them whatsoever.
My conscience is clear too, know that, because they'd all have seen me dead long ago rather than face up to what and who they really are.