European Communities Act (1972), which ended
parliamentary sovereignty, was passed by a majority of only eight votes
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Yinon->PNAC->Bilderberg: the real Iraq war criminals Chilcot missed
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Winston Churchill & Oswald Mosley's secret group
https://wikispooks.com/wiki/The_1911_'Other_Club'
http://www.911forum.org.uk/board/viewtopic.php?p=173033#173033
The Other Club has always been a fascinating, yet
little publicized institution. Some of the
best-known names in the land are always among its
members. Of the forty men who were its original
members in 1911 in addition to Churchill and F.
E. Smith, there were names like Bonar Law,
Admiral Lord Charles Beresford, who never spoke
to Churchill anywhere else but at the Other Club
dinners, in the course of a bitter feud, Lloyd
George, Lord Kitchener, Beerbohm Tree, W. H.
Massingham, who had been the editor of the Daily
Chronicle until he lost his position because of
his opposition to the South African War, and J.
L. Garvin, editor of the Observer for some years until he resigned in 1942.
The long list of former members bears such
names as Lord Asquith, Viscount Astor, Arnold
Bennett, Viscount Camrose, the Duke of
Devonshire, General Lord Gort, Henry Irving,
Frederick Lonsdale, Sir Edwin Lutyens, Sir
Desmond MacCarthy, Sir Oswald Mosley, Field
Marshal Smuts, Lord Tweedsmuir and Brendan Bracken.
EXTRACTED FROM
Churchill's Bodyguard
Edmund Murray
WH Allen, Star books 1988
Chapter 15
THE OTHER CLUB
IN THE WINTER OF 1952 CAME an event which dealt
a severe shock to Winston Churchill- the sudden
death of King George the Sixth. The two had been
personal friends for many years, the bonds
between them forged unbreakably by five years of
war. Together with friendship had gone a deep
mutual respect. When the news came, shortly after
breakfast on a bleak February morning, Mr
Churchill was still in bed at No 10 Downing
Street. Struggling up he made for his wife's
bedroom, calling loudly for her in his distress.
Later on, after his wife's ministrations, he
appeared composed but thoroughly downcast, a
state in which he remained for the following three weeks or so.
The funeral at Windsor, with all the historic
weight of its pomp and circumstance, quite
overwhelmed him. He would never attend a funeral
unless he could not possibly avoid it, and, in
fact, was not an ardent churchgoer at any time.
On this occasion, with the highly moving
pageantry of the funeral adding sombre undertones
to the loss of a man he loved and admired, Mr
Churchill was seen by his intimates to weep a great deal.
It seemed an indication of his state of mind
that afterwards, he took not the usual whisky and
soda, but a cup of tea. He was drinking this in
the Deanery when suddenly General Eisenhower appeared.
'Say, Murray,' he demanded, 'where's Winston?'
'He's in there having a cup of tea, General,' I replied.
A cup of tea?' he said in mock incredulity. 'I sure would like to see
Winston drinking a cup of tea.' As I took him
in to Mr Churchill, Ike turned to me and said,
'By the way Sarge, I'm having trouble finding my
car - can you help me?' Telling him I would
certainly do my best, I returned to the courtyard
where the General's aides were searching
furiously for the absent vehicle which did seem
to have gone astray in the mass of VIP vehicles. .
Within minutes I saw Inspector Smith of my own
Special Branch who was there on anti-terrorist
observation, and he directed me to the car. I
escorted the driver to the Deanery door just as
Ike came out. I got out and he climbed in~
saying, It's just like they say, Mr Murray. If
you want anything sorted out, get in touch with
Scotland Yard.' This was not the only occasion I
was to hear that sort of tribute to the Yard paid by some foreign dignitary.
During his second term as Prime Minister, there
was little or no time for anything else but work
for Mr Churchill. Holidays there were, of course,
comparatively fleeting trips to the Continent,
but these too, were greatly occupied by affairs
of State. One function, however, which he strove
never to miss, was the monthly meeting of the
Other Club, whose members dined in the Pinafore
Room of the Savoy Hotel on the first Thursday of
each month that Parliament was in session.
His support of the club was really remarkable.
On more than one occasion he returned to London
from the South of France simply to attend the
dinner, flying back to the Riviera a day or two
later. When he fell ill in Roquebrune in 1958 he
did his utmost to get the regular date changed in
order that he might attend when he was fit again.
Such support was not really surprising as he
was one of the two founders of the club, which
came into being in 1911. He and F. E. Smith
started it as a rival to a pompous group of
Members of Parliament who had started The Club
with a simple certainty of their own importance.
Membership of the Other Club was restricted to
fifty, not more than twenty-four of whom were to
come from the House of Commons. Theoretically a
club dinner was an occasion when men of varying
political persuasions forgot their differences
and mingled together. That was how it began, with
twelve Tories and eleven Liberals from the House
of Commons, with one Nationalist, T. P. O'Connor,
who had the post of Secretary. But by the time I
began escorting Mr Churchill there, only one
Opposition member, the then Sir Hartley
Shawcross, was on the books. He always attended
in evening dress, complete with red silk-lined cloak and telescopic top hat.
The Other Club has always been a fascinating,
yet little publicized institution. Some of the
best-known names in the land are always among its
members. Of the forty men who were its original
members in 1911 in addition to Churchill and F.
E. Smith, there were names like Bonar Law,
Admiral Lord Charles Beresford, who never spoke
to Churchill anywhere else but at the Other Club
dinners, in the course of a bitter feud, Lloyd
George, Lord Kitchener, Beerbohm Tree, W. H.
Massingham, who had been the editor of the Daily
Chronicle until he lost his position because of
his opposition to the South African War, and J.
L. Garvin, editor of the Observer for some years until he resigned in 1942.
The long list of former members bears such
names as Lord Asquith, Viscount Astor, Arnold
Bennett, Viscount Camrose, the Duke of
Devonshire, General Lord Gort, Henry Irving,
Frederick Lonsdale, Sir Edwin Lutyens, Sir
Desmond MacCarthy, Sir Oswald Mosley, Field
Marshal Smuts, Lord Tweedsmuir and Brendan Bracken.
Such was the Old Man's enthusiasm that he was
generally the first to put in an appearance at
the Savoy for the monthly dinner where the ritual
was always the same. Once out of the car he would
allow the hotel's general manager, Mr Hofflin
(who was to become a very good friend of myself
and my wife because of our Swiss connections)
then later Mr Contarini or Mr Griffin would take
his arm and escort him to the Princess Ida room
for the aperitif. Although he did not know it,
the Savoy's own doctor was always on hand every
time he went to the Other Club, but he was never
called on to my knowledge. I would always have my
aperitif there as well, and check each person as
they entered. After a couple of meetings they
used to treat me as an old friend and I enjoyed
the meetings just about as much as the Boss.
The Club rules give the Executive Committee a
great deal of power, and their decisions have
never been subject to any form of appeal. To
protect these men, whose precise number is never
defined, one of the rules states that'. . . the
names of the Executive Committee shall be wrapped in impenetrable mystery'.
Perhaps the most characteristic rule, however,
is the last one, Number Twelve, which declares
that 'nothing in the rules or intercourse of the
Club shall interfere with the rancour or asperity
of party politics'. To what extent that rancour
an.d asperity persist is uncertain because, as I
have said, the membership is now politically
pretty one-sided. In any case this is something
known only to a very few discreet waiters at the
Savoy, and even they are required to leave the room when speeches begin.
The dinner always takes place in the Pinafore
Room and I was allocated a special table in the
Princess Ida room where I was served the same
repast and drinks as the distinguished company
next door. The door leading to the other room was
always locked, so that access was only possible
via the room where I sat in solitary splendour.
Marc Giachello was the manager of the private
rooms in those days and he treated the Other Club
as his own little private do, watching everything
his waiters did and checking and rechecking that
all was according to the traditions of the Club,
and the Savoy. Marc had been at the Savoy for
many years, working very hard to attain the.
supervision of the private rooms. He lived just
outside London on the way towards St Albans, I
think, and invited me several times to go rough
shooting with him. I was never able to find the
time but he used to tell me of the fine people who went with him.
Marc's great dream was to retire to the south
of France where he would build his own house
overlooking the Mediterranean. His wife's dream
was to have a large kitchen with a great big window with a lovely view.
. When he eventually retired in the early 1960s
both dreams were realized; Marc had a lovely
villa built at Cavaliere, in the Var Region, not
far from St Tropez and facing the Islands of
Hyeres, one of which is the Levant Island, a
paradise of nudism. The Villa Mon Midi (my
southern land) had all they wanted - the
beautiful kitchen with picture windows facing the
sea, garage under the kitchen with an English
dartboard for visitors to amuse themselves, a
very workable garden with all the fresh
vegetables he required for his wife's cooking and
a restaurant next door where their young son,
Andre, was able to work, following in his
father's footsteps. But their dreams were all
shattered when his dear wife died only about six
months after they had settled in.
When Beryl and I dropped in to see him on our
way back by car from our stay at the Martinez in
Cannes, thanks to Elleston and Jonquil Trevor, in
1965, it was still a depressed Marc who received
us with open arms, crudites from the garden, canapes and champagne.
Whenever, during Marc's sejour at the Savoy,
Beryl and I went to dine in the restaurant,
although it was not his province, he never failed
to appear towards the end of our meal with his
bottle of vintage port which he would leave on the table for our benefit.
Even after Marc had left the Savoy, his
successor bestowed upon us the same privilege on
the rare occasions we went there.
The Old Man was always terribly superstitious
about sitting down to a meal with thirteen people
at the table, and to avoid this situation at the
Other Club, a life-size wooden, or it might have
been papier-mâché, model of a black cat was
always there on a small shelf on the wall, ready
to be placed in a fourteenth chair should it be
necessary. Until this was done the Old Man would
not even venture near the table. .
On a couple of occasions the system almost
broke down during the war. After a private party
for members of a squadron of the Royal Australian
Air Force in one of the private rooms, it was
found that the cat was missing. Mr Churchill
himself was informed and was so cross about it
that he set an inquiry in motion and the cat was
eventually recovered - minus tail and one ear -
all the way from Singapore, though the offenders were never officially traced.
A few months later there was another party for
the same squadron, and once more the cat
disappeared at the end of it. Luckily one of the
celebrants was found in the cloakroom trying to
get the cat under his greatcoat. He was relieved
of his prize which was then returned to his
perch, only to disappear again a few minutes
later. By a great stroke of luck, an off-duty
waiter from the private rooms happened to be
queuing for a bus in the Strand outside the
Savoy, when he saw what was indubitably the cat's
head sticking up out of an airman's coat. He took
the cat from the man and returned it to its
accustomed place where it continued to serve its
purpose to lull Winston Churchill's superstitions
for many years afterwards. In fact I hope that it
is still there, even though he is gone.
Mr Churchill often took a guest to one of the
dinners. On one par¬ticular occasion when his
guest was Laurence Olivier, this led to some
embarrassment. Every member of the Club is
expected to pay his own bill at the end of the
dinner, in cash. By some oversight, a waiter
presented Mr Olivier, as he was then, with a
bill. He paid, but was by no means very happy
about the incident. I did not realize that he was
Mr Churchill's guest for he came separately and
was welcomed by all the diners, so when called
upon, (just paid the Old Man's bill. Although
Olivier and Vivien Leigh had been to Chartwell
several times before that incident, henceforth we
saw them not at all, and I have a vague feeling
that it was a direct result of the nonpayment of
the bill. I was sure that Mr Olivier was later reimbursed by Mr Churchill.
I remember particularly an incident following
another of the Club dinners, when Lord Montgomery
was Mr Churchill's guest. This time his dinner
was paid for as I knew he was not a member and we
had collected him on the way to the Savoy at the
Athenaeum where the Viscount stayed when he was
in town. When we came to leave the Savoy to
return to No 10, there was no sign of the
official car outside the Savoy Hill entrance as
it should have been, so I called one of the taxis
standing near by. Mr Churchill and Monty climbed
into the back and I jumped on to the luggage
space beside the driver. We were in a hurry and 1
quickly silenced the driver's protests that no
passengers were permitted in that place, by
showing him my warrant card and informing him at
the same time who his passengers were. The
journey was a short one to Downing Street and
when we arrived, the Prime Minister told me to pay the cabbie as usual.
But Monty protested. 'No, no,' he said, 'I will see to it, Sergeant Murray:
'The Prime Minister instructed me to pay,' I
said, reaching for my wallet, but Monty was
adamant. 1 waited, while he searched high and low
in all his pockets, eventually to discover only a halfpenny. I paid.
TonyGosling wrote:
FTR #305 The Bormann Organization
http://spitfirelist.com/for-the-record/ftr-305-the-bormann-organization/
49. The Bormann group’s enormous influence has
led to an effective cover-up over the years.
“. . .were he to emerge, it would embarrass the
governments that assisted in his escape, the
industrial and financial leaders who benefited
from his acumen and transferred their capital to
neutral nations in the closing days of World War
II, and the businessmen of four continents who
profited from the 750 corporations he established
throughout the world as depositories of money,
patents, bearer bonds, and shares in blue chip
industries of the United States and Europe. . .
When I penetrated the silence cloaking this
story, after countless interviews and laborious
research in German and American archives for
revealing documents of World War II, I knew that
the Bormann saga of flight capital and his escape
to South America was really true. It had been
covered up by an unparalleled manipulation of
public opinion and the media. The closer I got to
the truth, the more quiet attention I received
from the forces surrounding and protecting Martin
Bormann, and also from those who had a direct
interest in halting my investigation. Over the
period of years it took to research this book, I
was the object of diligent observation by squads
of Gestapo agents dispatched from South America
by General ‘Gestapo’ Mulller, who directs all
security matters for Martin Bormann, Nazi in
exile, and his organization, the most remarkable
business group anywhere in the secret world of
today. Mueller’s interest in me, an American
journalist, confirmed the truth of my many
interviews and my ongoing investigation. . .
There are also those in international government
and business who have attempted to stop my
forward movement on this investigation. In
Germany, France, England, and the United States,
too many leaders in government and finance still
adhere to Winston Churchill’s statement to his
Cabinet in 1943 ‘In wartime, truth is so precious
that she should always be attended by a bodyguard
of lies’ . . . Oddly, I encountered less
resistance from Martin Bormann and his aging
peers than I did from the cover-up groups in West
Germany, Paris, London, Washington, and Wall Street.”
(Ibid.; pp. 11–12.)
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hear in the ear, that preach ye upon the housetops. Matthew 10:26-27
Die Pride and Envie; Flesh, take the poor's advice.
Covetousnesse be gon: Come, Truth and Love arise.
Patience take the Crown; throw Anger out of dores:
Cast out Hypocrisie and Lust, which follows whores:
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Please consider seriously the reason why these elite institutions are not discussed in the mainstream press despite the immense financial and political power they wield?
There are sick and evil occultists running the Western World. They are power mad lunatics like something from a kids cartoon with their fingers on the nuclear button! Armageddon is closer than you thought. Only God can save our souls from their clutches, at least that's my considered opinion - Tony
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