Outlining Party Trajectory

Here is a field map of Party planning into the future.

Current Situation

At this point in time I’m waiting for Mädel to complete her preliminary mission in Germany and for a new German government to contact me in the transit room next door to England – or somewhere in the street nearby.

Everything that needed to be written about the European Empire preparing for World War Three has been made clear along with the necessity that England and Scotland, Germany and Ukraine should not be sacrificed in this war.

England’s best hopes have been identified with Labour resigning for the greater good of England and a general election bringing a populist party into Westminster with a majority. This would need to be immediately followed with the declaration of a state of national emergency for the economy and a public discussion to withdraw from NATO and thereby from any attempt at dragging England into Europe’s war. This includes all attempts at bringing another’s Trojan horse into England dragged by an ox from Germany with the intention of extorting from London a nuclear holocaust-umbrella.

In the 13th June 2025 print Exposing Europe’s War Fantasies Aimed at England, I did underline that no offices will be contacted on my part, I’ve had enough experience of being told by the British that I never existed and there is no turning back from that. This clarification came with the words: my sole intention was to prevent the English and the Scots being forced into another catastrophic ‘victory over Europe’ enterprise like the one the British undertook in September 1939.

And this should suffice as an explanation – well it will have to, because I have nothing else to offer. When Freundin left England, that was it, over. More I couldn’t do to pay the British back, I owed it them!

Extramarital Failures

So! Berlin’s sweetheart somewhere discovered that Germany has no nuclear weapons but England and Scotland have, right! Well the German government did not get elected by the English and shouldn’t be harbouring any plans of involving England in their escapades.

Dishing money out all the time to fund an expensive and promiscuous lifestyle, going bankrupt because of it while abandoning their own duties at home, and then expecting others to pay the bill with the ultimate sacrifice! What can one say? Well here’s the only admissible reply to the Second Weimar Republic’s dominatrix: Take your ox, your cart, your whip, your Trojan horse, turn around and dream on! The sooner England gets the hell out of NATO, the better. It’s simply not worth it!

If all goes according to plan, Freundin should manage to convince enough people in Germany not to accept a foreign agenda intent on dragging the country into other people’s war preparations. Public funds have been systematically handed over from the German economy to foreign countries in Europe in the name of ‘Europe’, and instead of declaring bankruptcy, a government in Berlin that lied its way into power has released the constitutional debt brake in order to continue paying up to foreign powers and also to sacrifice the German Folk for another’s war.

Here’s something for the Adenauer establishment: Mädel ist nach Deutschland gezogen im Jahre 2022 und sie schmeißt euch raus!

Ukraine and All Rus

On seeing how events were precipitously unfolding, Angela’s brother decided it was not in the Ukrainian Child’s interest to become ‘European’ – I’ve only ever heard of Rus Cossacks, not European ones.

Crossing the Danube and riding into World War Three for a greater Europe wasn’t something I’d approve of and it certainly wasn’t what Mother Rus wanted, and so I made sure his upbringing be true to his identity: a Ukrainian Cossack.

All expenses were afforded by brother Hun no questions asked, and those needed to fund Angela’s future schooling with this Child – which currently I do not have – can be seen to in the future once I have set up abode along the Rhine river.

In brother’s heart there will always be readiness to offer bread, wine and cheese for the Ukrainian Lad of Mother Rus once the estates are up and running, and any other good produce there may be. It’s just a matter of time – not if, but when. It all depends on Angela one day travelling from Mexico to Germany, and from there into Switzerland too.

Here is today’s Party musical.

Italy

Not long ago my sister spoke with me again about Italy, yet what she showed me I will not disclose for there never was a work contract between Italy and her. She won’t be sending any information herself so as not to give away to Italy the whereabouts of her safe haven in Mexico, which leaves me the only person who could pass this info into public domain. Of-course I won’t!

Were it possible to add a sentence to Dante’s Inferno, there would be two men riding a see-saw, one up one down, one Italian the other British and both forever trying to steal my sister’s work to hide it away, forever conspiring with each other and never achieving anything. This would go on forever and never end.

And with the intention of achieving this, I solemnly declared to Angela: Whether it was good or whether it was bad, the Lord of the Bugs of Bletchley Park doesn’t know and consequently will fail! What you let me understand is not for him to misappropriate and the Italians can take that with them to the bank and cash it in!

In fact I don’t owe Italy anything, it was they who owed me including a few replies but they never paid up and never replied.