Walking Dead Man
Anonymous – April 30, 2009
Ten years ago my long quest to have the relevant authorities listen my account of crimes committed in their name was granted. I went before a panel and told them what I knew.
In retrospect, some will say, I made a mistake.
For I recounted how senior mafia crime figures had been quietly encouraged into the country under the watchful eye of the Blair regime.
How innocent people had their human rights abused, women forced to provide sexual favours and individuals and free thinkers given the triple D, (dispatched despoiled and disposed-off).
How files were kept on people for the flimsiest reasons, often just to bulk out documents and create work.
All this while EU fraud reached billions per annum.
For such disclosures, I was told I could face prosecution and even be sent to prison for breaking the official secrets act.
If that happened, I responded, I would disclose the secret sex-criminals list and the names on it, protected by officialdom that received child porn through the post.
Thereafter the threatening phone calls began, coming at 5 o’clock each morning, followed by threatening letters every day, week after week.
My family were at risk, said the letters and reasons would be found to send me to prison.
One evening a lad who resembled my teenage son left my home on his bicycle wearing a hooded top. As he did so, two men leapt from a car and beat him badly so that with the bike on top of him, one jumped on it forcing the handlebars through the roof of his mouth, taking out 5 teeth and leaving him severely concussed.
On other occasions my two sons were mysteriously beaten, and one now has permanent brain damage and will probably never work again,
My wife was hit by a hit-and-run car that appeared from nowhere to accelerate and aimed directly for her. However, in the wake of these events the police would always say “the cameras were turned off” or there were “no witnesses”.
My phone was listened to and still is, my mail would be interfered with or stolen, and still is (sounds familiar, Ed.). My neighbours and people in my locality all received flyers through the door saying I was child sex offender, and strange derogatory rumours would do the rounds on a regular basis.
Friends who parked their cars outside my house had them broken into or vandalized regularly.
Meter readers with the mannerisms and deportment of trained intelligence personnel, would chat while their eyes scanned the room (this also sounds familiar, Ed.).
When I went to my doctor for my asthma medication, he “made a mistake” and gave me something requiring an emergency ambulance. He made this mistake 5 times and every time it was conveniently covered up by the hospital and the other doctors.
Nonetheless, one did say that with my knowledge I was the most dangerous man in Britain
For several years, a man in a car watched my home continually and if I left the house I was followed; while my close friends all encountered similar problems.
Many newspaper journalists are involved with the intelligence services and a known Mossad agent told me that I could never get a job, never go abroad and never have a normal life and nor would my family or loved ones.
Moreover, he advised that I should vary my clothes and my routine, block up my letterbox and have a blast proof mailbox some distance from the house.
I would always be considered a risk, he said and if I spoke out there would be an accident, or a runaway car, a fall from a high window, a heart attack or, my favourite, a gas explosion.
My name is on a list because I am not onside with Israel (even though some of my family are Jews). You don’t have to be pro-Israel to be on that list, just not in favour of its oppressive policies and war with Iran.
The Zionists control both the U.S. and the U.K. to our detriment and I am regarded as a walking dead man.
As others will attest, this story is not unusual in Britain today.
Comment – May 1, 2009
This website can corroborate much of what our anonymous reader relates. The only difference being that yours truly is able-bodied and trains regularly at kickboxing, is single with extensive combat experience in the Rhodesian Army Special Forces and has no close family to be threatened.
(Although I come from a mixed race background I can pass for a Turk or a swarthy Italian and the Rhodesians were short of men so they weren’t going to quibble.)
Moreover the last character that thought himself a ‘tough guy’ and tried pushing yours truly around, found out the hard way that things are not always as they seem.
So although small this writer isn’t easily intimidated. Nonetheless mail regularly goes missing and the telephone often goes dead. Or callers find the phone line is perpetually engaged, even though the phone is not in use.
And even though there are two different telephone lines with two different service providers each exhibits the same problems.
The phone lines were even checked to determine if this was a simple technical problem.
Like the low frequency humming that with the aid of specialised devices was discovered to be microwaves directed at my last house, it all illustrates how modern Britain is becoming a totalitarian state of the most sinister kind.
As for being continually watched from cars parked outside my house: I can quite believe that too. However, it would be a little too obvious in the relative isolation of the hills of southern Scotland, which is why I moved here. And the last thing they want to do is alert people to their intentions of establishing totalitarianism by stealth. Ed.
Last updated 07/05/2009