Germany WILL Leave the EU
Clinically dead, attached to a machine and responding to impulses, the EU is still pumping out through an EVP recorder the sound of a broken record.
Terminating the EU
Last night I was reading that it’s hard for Germany to leave the EU on the grounds that European Union membership is written into the German constitution and a certain percentage of parliamentary majority would be required to change this.
The truth is however different: in 2022 I the Hun sent Freundin to Germany with the primary instructions to bring Germany’s EU membership to an end. Mädel, being the expert in economics, doesn’t need any parliamentary majority to achieve this. It didn’t take long, and Germany’s coalition going by the opinion polls became a minority government later on in the same year – and it remained like that ever since until the coalition broke apart in late 2024.
Helping Out
With her went Alexandra, and she listens in. Capable of picking up information and channelling thoughts, she lends a helping hand and this makes it easier for Mädel to guide Germany through the process of economic alienation from all things EU.
There is of-course nothing anyone can do to prevent this, and it isn’t up to me to speculate on any of it either, reason for which I don’t get involved in Germany’s affairs here in the transit room next door to England.
Back in 2022, I had found out that my Freundin not only looks German, but probably is! All the more reason why I terminated your prospective career in England, thought I while contemplating her presence, and gleefully I exclaimed: Mädel, you don’t belong here, the German Mother told me She needs you in Germany!
A Few Tears
Obviously I won’t be repeating Angela’s offer to Germany in relation to the Rhine Church, and as already mentioned in previous Party prints, it will be up to a future German State-office to contact her brother.
Angela, who is in Mexico, knows this, and equally she knows that the day will never come when I repeat her offer to Italy. And if anyone coming snivelling along thinks I’m going to change my mind, oh how you got it so wrong! Italy got paid £30 and I owe them nothing.
Two Foundation Stones and a Tombstone
As it stands now, there are two books ready for publishing in relation to national Ecclesia, one on the English, the other on the Rus, and the latter has an interesting point of cross reference with the former dating back to Peter I’s apprenticeship in England. While working in the shipyards wearing a pair of shorts, he learnt from William of Orange how to apply Henry VIII’s supremacy claims over a national church.
Although the second book isn’t complete, it’s sufficient to assure success to the Rus family of nations in matters ecclesial.
As for the following, it’s been brought up before at The Party but I’ll mention it again: the work in Italian that Angela presented by post to various institutional addresses in Italy and, in absence of any reply, was attempting to present in public before it got hidden away under a tombstone in the manner previously explained in earlier prints, gave biblical proof that the line of Vatican popes does not descend from Saint Peter, contrary to what is claimed at the Vatican.
Exchanging a Church for a Bond
Having been in Serbia and forged her Serbian key in Valjevo near the church Pokrova Presvete Bogorodice, and having had a dispute with human holy fathers in Belgrade, she had wanted to present the Italian national Church in line with her maternal schooling with the Serbian Lady and Child of Valjevo.
Sadly, the Italian State, all intent on EU expansion to the east and probably coaxed on or barked at by the German government of the day, bungled it all up. This explains why Italy got no Church when they could have had one. Yes it’s a shame but the Italian State should have sorted that mess out themselves instead of cashing in the British bond of thirty sterling, and so there’s no sense in anyone coming to me crying tears and saying: What about Italy? What can I say? Thirty!
No work contract equals no money, and that equals no funding for work. If the EU hadn’t offered a rotten floorboard to Serbia and created a schism in Serbian Land, and the Italian and British institutions hadn’t kept telling my sister Angela that her brother is nothing but the sheer fantasy of her imagination and that he doesn’t really exist, events would have certainly gone differently. Instead, Italy cashed in a British bond.
Brother Hun’s Reassurance to Italy
So soon as we crossed from Italy to England following our presence in Serbia, Angela revealed to me her no open Italian door in England policy.
She had understood perfectly well that the Italians and the British were riding their see-saw, one up, one down, one side shutting down Italy, the other side trying to shut down England, but one always opening the gates to the other from within.
My sister’s self-defence policy assures they cannot lock her up in a prison and quietly steal and hide away her work. Therefore if I brother remained forever in the British Isles to please the British and the Italians who institutionally planned this, Italy guaranteed will have forever a tombstone in place of a national ecclesial founding stone researched by sister, and this is because the British are never going to traffic over anything of hers to Italy!
You see, these Italians made a work contract with the wrong people, one predicated upon lying, locking up, bugging, stealing … burying under a tombstone. They should have made the contract with the people who do the actual work and who most certainly would not allow them to use it for inappropriate ends.
Hidden Plans
Plans come and go so I thought it better to keep any future ones safely guarded otherwise I might as well hand all my maps over to Bletchley Park with the entire strategy printed out.
One leap I definitely have over them, and that’s Freundin’s whereabouts in Germany. They don’t know where she is and cannot interfere in her undertakings, and should anyone be on her scent, Alexandra will pre-emptively find out. Indeed it was she who warned my sister to get straight to Mexico before the British come for her. Angela packed her suitcase and left, and when they did come, I said: Ha-ha, you missed her!
Here is today’s Party song.
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