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They offered me regular five pound notes if I sold the German Church that is under the Full Moon of Heaven. Climb up Chimneys With a Brush or Die In previous editions, The Party has explained how, in early 2019, the UK attempted to purchase the plans to reach the Cornerstone of the Church that is under the Full Moon with the intention of consigning them to the coffin, that is, not the accomplished research, but the will to start the work in the first place, what they call 'nipping in the bud' . Aware that Angela was offering to do her work for the German Holy Mother as in accordance with her spiritual calendar and that she had personal contacts with Her, the UK sent the Demon along offering that if we surrendered to the local council and accepted a regular payment of five pound notes, they would cancel the HM Revenues Dresdenization Bomb they had dropped. Angela was no t there in the house at the time, but Mädel was sitting next to me as the Demon was hurling his abu

Not all accounts of D-Day made it to the history books, but that was the day the UK entered Europe with a vengeance. From the Heights of Normandy Readers at The Party are aware of the Hun’s past in Normandy, where we were stationed higher up while the others were lower down, jumping into the water and running up the beaches. We noticed they were in a hurry to enter Europe, and Sarge, affectionately known to us as Herr Feldwebel , gave the order Let them get wet, lads! Wanting to pay military honours, we greeted them with a salvo, which flew out over their heads into the sea causing great splashes in the water. More salvos followed, namely from the iron US ships out there, and one shell came whistling down right towards my concrete bunker. There was a thunderous roar as it hit, and at that moment in my life I believed the truth: that which goes up must surely come back down to earth again . Here is today’s Party song . I blacked out, and it was not until two days later

One early morning as the sun rose over southern England, the Hun, wearing a pair of grey trousers with braces going over his shoulders, looked east from the window. Out Towards the Sea Out there the policemen and women were stationed trying to see how they could intercept Mädel once she makes her escape from England, for they knew she was preparing to leave with Alexandra for Germany. They needed to stop her, Whitehall had big problems on their hands, they wanted to get her manuals and manuscripts and failed owing to the Hun who had years ago debugged the whole house, disconnecting all chips and devices placed behind the radiators, in the smoke alarms and inside bathroom taps. In fact he had used a special detecting device and it just buzzed every time a bug was found. He had learnt this trick from his lawyer a long time ago who had instructed him on the illegality of spying on other people while lying to them and the right to self-defence against household bugs, something whi

Diary Extract Hello! Today The Party is issuing a print from a page found in the Hun’s diary and written years ago in England! This is the extract written in Prussian blue ink: In the early hours of the morning, I was walking along the street when a fool approached me and told me to go paint his house. He was carrying an open bucket of paint and brandishing a paintbrush in the other hand. Looking him up and down with disgust, I replied: Sind sie verr ückt oder was? The foolish man looked at me and repeated his demand, so I shook my head while looking back at him and said he should go see a psychiatrist. At this he started waving his paintbrush around in the air while raving and frothing. Something went in my eye, and it occurred to me that perhaps this ridiculous man had mistaken my uniform for that of a painter. Walking past him I had the sensation I needed to spit out on the street, which I solemnly did with sheer disgust and then I took a stroll up Western Height to th

The son of perdition through whom the Devil operated was sent in name of the Antichrist. The Signs of the Antichrist Tonight’s Party publication will present the last two manifestations of the Thug in as many visions which, going by Alexandra, still need to be published here, as mentioned in yesterday’s edition Brexit UK That Only Failed . In the very first prints in this version of The Party going back to about this time last year 2021, we explained that in early 2019 the UK sent the Thug, also known here as Demonic One and son of perdition, to offer five pound notes if I accepted being a liar, renounced the Spiritual Mother and Child of the English Folk and Jesus King of the English and instead worshipped the Thug's queen, who is the mother of the Prince of Wales. “ If You Renounce the Holy Trinity I Will Give You” He said that if I accepted all this, I could go with him to the council who would cancel the HM Revenues threat they had sent at me in Autumn of the previo

Today we are presenting one of the three outstanding visions featuring the Thug still not highlighted in previous pages. Dead in the Water Following up on our last edition From Colditz to England and Alexandra’s request to put these manifestations to print, we’ll start with the third, dating to late 2019 or some time thereafter. In this occasion, the same Demonic One who had been sent by the diabolic UK institutions and had acted on their behalf at the start of 2019 when shouting that Mädel and I were liars , came along and asked me to paint some strange and alien building under construction, possibly representing ‘Brexit UK’, and left a bucket of paint and paintbrush and then rode off on a moped. So I dipped the paintbrush in the bucket and proceeded to splash paint over the whole place, making a complete mess of it. Then he returned and said And I pay for this? This communion ran by the script in which it was sent, and my part in it was as decreed beyond my power. The

Mistaking Sovereign England for Britain and Ireland can lead to critical misunderstandings.  Lord Haw-Haw Transmits in England Yesterday during the early afternoon hours, I was out walking with Alexandra in the hills discussing affairs. As we crossed over Western Heights, we exchanged some trivial banter whereby I was wondering whether Lord Haw Haw could have landed in England and started transmissions to Scotland while Churchill sat in Colditz with many ministers and officers as POWs. I suggested the English Red Saint George House could have been a great place to do this and gave some details of the rooms I had seen there, calling one of them ‘the Repeater Station’. Lord Haw Haw could have told the Scots they had a uniform waiting at the mechanics in Leipzig and that the Wehrmacht was about to recycle POW uniforms to use as oil filters for Mercedes engines. And so the banter had progressed from Colditz to England, and a fter giving some more descriptions on the things that wen