The Clinching Proof.

The point about being persecuted is that it is not just done by afew people, BUT ALOT OF PEOpLE. I don’t see why anyone should find this hard to grasp. And because this blog is actually my defence and if you don’t like it you can naff of, I will list those people again, in their full disgraceful rampage.

Nicholas Pierce, Jon Holland, Rachel Thingy and her boyfriend who I have singled out for thorough legal investigation by providing the relevant authorities with the first letter of his christian name, my mother, my half sister, failed detectives PC Weinert and Colin Brooker,
a vending machine at Leicester Square on the eastbound Piccadilly line, the notorious Quasran,Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, the corrupt Jenny Jonkeer, the incompetent Tuckers, twelve lords aleaping, , Special Branch and their so-called Public Relations Office, Thames Valley Police, failed stalker Dov Stekel and his father Ronnie Stekel, failed artist Dan Hart, and his father Tony Hart, IKEA, the Russian linesman, Mario Aleppo, anyone who doesn't like Kate Bush, the National Archives, anyone who has ever had a wildly inaccurate theory about the Ripper, and failed author Karen Trenouth who’s ceaseles attempts to draw attenion to herself will never succeed aslong asI have breath inmy body.

See? Pretty impressive. I told you I had reasinable grounds to believe I am being persecuted. (Bangs eyelids modestly.)

This is simply not a mental health issue. Jesus was persecuted. WHATS SO DIFFERENT ABOUT ME?

Anyway, let’s get back to the secret history. It is my love. It is my first love, and it will be my last. Secret history of the future, secret hsitory of the past. (Wiggles ears coquettishly.)

As the whole world knows the Staurts had lots of secret symbols, including blackbirds, the white rose and shortbread biscuits. Today’s lesson will concentrate on the white rose.

( This is really really exciting. Here comes the good bit.) ( ;-) ).

On the Holloway Road N7 - which I got a good look at as I travelled along it not so long ago as part of Police abuse on my way to Holloway Prison - there stands a beautiful shop, with a meaning hidden and yet beautiful, or perhaps beautiful because hidden, or at least not hidden from those beautiful enough to see hidden things- things which are actuallty there, let me add, and not just made up stuff which profane and ignorant so called experts might claim they can see- or refuse to see when its staring them in the face- though albeit in a hidden manner- and that shop is called Waitrose.

See?

If you say it in a highland accent, of the type in use around 1746, and still in use in Jacobite circles in 1888, what does it sound like? Wait...rose. I rest my leading slap up jolly top case. Only the deaf and uneducated gorillas of the London woman’s mob could deny that it sounds exactly like “white rose”.

And there’s more. There’s so much more.

The words also contain a second message, just as important. It says “Wait for the rose”. In other words, wait for the return of the Stuarts. This also clearly means that Prince Eddy married Mary Kelly in France, had a baby boy who would inherit the British Empire in a manner that would not only defy all his critics but also satisfy all anti-British republican Irish nationalist Fenians, and that the poor beautiful woman and all her errand girls had to be slaughtered as a threat to national security while leaving her son alive.

Whats more, if you look at the shop with your eyes half closed, or thorugh the bars of, say, a prison van, it looks EXACTLY like several buildings in Venice. And Rome. And if you looked at it with your eyes completely closed it looks like not only the inside of many theatres but also the insides of ALL CATHOLIC CHURCHES! The great genius of the genius Watler Sickert knew this, and I am the first person since to understand this message. (Staples eyelids sickertly.) Wally discussed it, as I have discovered, many times during the Ripper furore with the young Bertie Rusel, something that other lazy researchers have failed to notice- because at that point young Bertles had not even went up to Cambridge! (Yay! Go me!)

Tomorrow I will explain -with photos copyright me -how I found a kingsize bed in a branch of John Lewis - on the floor above where they sold mineral water. See - king over the water, and John Lewis is part of the SAME RETIAL GROUP AS WAITROSE.

The day after tomorrow I will explain that there were also mirrors in that very same store, a clear sign of Jacobite involvement.

The day after that I will explain how Selfridge's Food Hall sells shortbread biscuits, whch cannot be some random coincidence because they also sell Jacobs Cream Crackers! Yes, that’s right. And you have to bite them, don’t you? What further proof of Jacob-bite involvemnent anyone might need - well I really don’t know.

Crackers. That’s the clinching part. And I’m sure you will have to agree.

If you don’t then naff of.

Copyright me, game over player one, don’t steal.