The Last British Act: Boris Departs

Boris wasn’t the only person to quit British affairs in early July 2022: Mädel also quit, Alexandra at her side, and went to Germany!

You See Me, You See Me Not

After making many fantastical promises, the British regime in the City decided it was time for a new paintover, but Boris of the multi-coloured dream coat had used up every available colour in the paintbox and all his dreams had gone down the plughole. His resignation was announced on the 7 July 2022, but exactly one day earlier, Mädel had already left, and so the following day she was watching Boris’ show on a TV set in Germany.

In our last Party post Something Greater Than Hate, I explained what had happened: “Then, when the Westminster people had climbed up to the highest possible rung of the ladder and balanced themselves with arms outstretched, Freundin decided to depart, Alexandra at her side, heading towards an English port and on to German lands”.

Here is today’s Party presentation.

Angela From Mexico

Last night as I was finishing preparing my supper, a call came and Angela appeared on the screen using our video connection. And so, with various dishes laid out on the table, and a serviette with knife, fork and spoon to one side, I completed the layout with a glass and a bottle of white wine.

Slowly enjoying my meal, I spoke with sister Hunnin about matters of relevance concerning our future return home to Germany, where Alexandra and Mädel are both waiting for us to join them.

After sipping from a glass of tequila, she said Mädel write cookery book, then wait for brother come and open Wirtschaft.

The conversation was going quite well until I mentioned how Hook had once told me to knock something out of my head. It was then that Angela reminded me how we had been preparing leeks one night, only for the pan to catch fire while I was stirring with a wooden spoon and using a Michelin guide d’Angleterre as a reference.

It Ended in Tears

I don’t know how, but every time Angela comes along, the party becomes fun and we end up crying tears with laughter. In our publication From Colditz to England, at The Party we made mention of Hook and how an attempt at decorating a room went pear-shaped. At the time of narrating the event on Western Heights, I had asked Alexandra whether it really mattered that Hook had a pair of hands, and that, with a helping hand on my part, he could count on three.

Either way, I remember saying to her, it didn’t work out!

She assured me it did matter, however Alexandra had avoided directly referencing the scene with the burnt leeks and the wooden spoon as a possible cause for the outcome. I’m not sure, but may-be she was trying to hint that Angela and I had used the wrong map when preparing the leeks and were not consulting the right recipes, as the Michelin guides vary from country to country.

What I can say for sure is that Alexandra didn’t want to make me feel bad about it and didn’t place the responsibility either on me or on sister Hun. That said, I can confirm that Mädel also declined all responsibility for what Angela and I achieved in the kitchen that night when a tray of black, smouldering leeks resembling incense-burners was carried out into the garden and quickly disposed of.

The last I recalled of that evening was Angela looking at me with tears in her eyes and crying Mädel is right, she no fry leeks!

It Went to Their Head

When Alexandra had told me to write down and publish at The Party the events that I had received in communion concerning Hook and the room, it was in connection to what I had told her about in January 2019, when he had given a helping hand to the Thug and told me to knock something out of my head.

At that time, the Thug had shouted at me and Mädel that we were both failures and that Angela – who wasn’t present in the house at the time – was a liar. Call it divine retribution or destiny, but had Hook not chimed in and said ‘knock it out of your head’, it may well have gone differently.

Freundin and I knew full well who sent the Thug, and because England is Mädel’s country, Hook should have given thought to his words lest they reverberate onto his own folk.

At The Party we believe that Bletchley Park still lives in the past, revelling in past successes as seen from their point of view, and, confident in the art of listening in through the walls and preparing plans based on deception, tried wearing boots far too big for them. The arrogance went to their head, they made some preposterous claims and could not live up to them.

The Empty Frames

It has been explained on Party space how Angela, from the very start, decided to leave two empty frames in her union jack, and this she did as an insurance policy against ever being locked up in a prison or otherwise made to be silent while the uk secret services deny freedom to her brother.

We have explained how these two empty frames ended up in limbo in Germany with the German Holy Mother, and as far as the Irish church is concerned, we have made clear that Bletchley Park cannot and will not get their hands on this work, but instead have made it impossible for sister Hun to ever get started with her research into Irish church origins by way of a no-contract-no-need-for-funds policy.

The USA and The Fair Lady

When the United States of America believes Angela instead and stands up for the Fair Lady, then we can talk of a contract for Angela and the Irish church at some time in the future.

Deception and code-breaking are a skill, but once this art has been found out, it’s hard to fathom how British Bletchley Park can just go on in their same old arrogant manner insisting they will possess Angela. They will not!

They will never lay their hands on the Fair Lady’s union flag, and their kingdom shall never prevail over that of Jesus, Son of God.

Once a bluff has been called, it’s time to show the cards, and Westminster has already played their last joker. He resigned the day after Mädel and Alexandra left England for Germany.

Here is our second Party presentation.