Well, that was a relief, wasn't it?

The most ungodly woman in Britain has been officially sent back to the manufacturer

I am not in the habit of attending the funerals of Satanists, but I am willing to make the odd exception for the benefit of historical storytelling. The brainwashed British public came in significant numbers to experience “Liz-in-a-Box — The Movie”, and I got to watch the (faked?) show from Hyde Park. It was a strangely cold and emotionless experience compared to the funeral of Princess Diana, reflecting the disconnect of the monarchy from the people. The “royal aura” no longer has the hold it once did.

The Queen was head of the Church of England, and that institution serves one purpose, namely the prevention of real Christianity taking hold in Britain. It does its job extremely well, if such credit be due, so she was clearly in the right role for her! I find it somewhere between alarming and amusing to watch the juju men in robes pretend to be more saintly than the rest of us, and act as if they have divine authority that we lack. Having survived the Jehovah’s Witnesses as a child, all organised religious activity is manipulative theatre to me.

There is absolutely nothing to celebrate about the treasonous head of a family of paedophile Nazi sympathisers. She has presided over the cultural devastation of her own people, and broke her oath numerous times. That the Queen addressed the nation during “lockdown” to endorse the genocidal suffering means she deserves only shame attached to her name. The one thing about today’s ceremony that felt real and unforced was the procession of ordinary people through the otherwise deserted streets of central London.

Plus the banging noise of toilet doors, which is the enduring memory she is worthy of. What a relief that she is gone.

Now the truth can come out.

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Martin Geddes