Thanks for all the upvoats, I am not sticking around long but wanted to bolster the understanding of generational abuse and how it goes on in Elite circles. Apologies for the way it is written, I am no writer but I am a long time lurker, long time "understander" of all of this.

I have no links and nothing I can prove physically so please take it all with a grain of salt if you must but I will offer you my truth and I think it goes some way to explain the background of

these activities, how wrong'uns do business.

I used to love my grandad, I used to love the stories, love the history and the tea and toast we would get when we were round there. We were both close and distant but deep down

I sensed preferential treatment, that or it was simply a foregone conclusion as none of my cousins were ever there? Perhaps it was the atmosphere, my grandparents were not

close. Separate rooms for the day and separate beds for night, I just thought it was something older people did as they had simply outgrown the being together every waking

moment thing.

Fast forward to his funeral and my Aunts and Uncles were laughing and joking, cracking smiles left right and centre. I couldn't understand and this made me resent everyone there

showing zero respect. As the proceedings finished, my father approaches the crowd made up of his brother and sister in-laws, as if to offer condolences and simply says, "well guys,

look on the bright side - at least it wasn't my father." My jaw dropped, I couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth. My shock was only amplified by the roaring of

laughter from everyone after he said it.

What the double fuck is going on here? Is this how we celebrate life or is there something I have missed as a grandchild???

I was still told, NOTHING.

All until I woke up in my flat years later and my Sister was sitting at the end of my bed crying. Turns out my Uncle had abused my Sister when she was 3 years old. Turns out that

uncle was really adopted as a child, gotten from who knows where. Turns out that same uncle had raped my other cousins. Turns out my grandfather had raped all of his 5+1 kids, turns out the 7th child, what I thought was my uncle was really my

cousin. His mother being my Aunty.

Confused? Welcome.

I have been having orgasms since as young as I remember, 5, before five, I can't pin point exactly but tell me how a 4-5 year old knows to fool around sexually with his older sister.

Yes an incestuous sexual relationship, 4 or 5 years old. How would we have know how to do all this I wonder? My mother found us one day and made us feel so bad but looking

back, that was a face harbouring semi guilt. She must have known exactly how we would have known.

Funny because SHE was the one that knew about my grandfather's behaviour and yet we were still left there, allowed him to collect us from school. All of that and why? Because

she was off having an affair.

My grandfather used to drive for Sir Mcalpine, the guy that built the trocadero, london. He drove a Royles Royce out of his council house in Tulse hill. A man with 5 kids living in a

shitr hole council house decides to suddenly adopt another child? BS. He was affiliated.

We would attend parties in london. Childrens parties, given presents and things. I have fragmented memories of being places with my grandad and visiting other men, chocolate in

hand. I remember the day we picked up two school girls, supposedly the daughters of Mcalpine and they weren't very nice to me, the day my grandad asked if I could, "roll my

tongue." I had no idea what this meant but I remember he showed me and he began flapping his tongue in a sexual manner. This is stuff I didn't understand at the time.

But yeah, I am a complete fuck up as a result. Paedophiles are like a cancer.

When I heard of Pizzagate, I simply understand how all this goes on. The rings, pregnancies, then kids needing sudden adoption, the secrecy and the power involved. The

inbreeding.

He also drove for Victor Mature (famous hollywood and PInewood Studios guy.) Mum recalls tales of him arriving at the house only for my Nan to not want him to come in -

something my mum explains away as she was embarrassed of the house - a small council place in Tulse hill.
So to entice them out, Victor would throw teddy bears up at the balcony, pleading. Pleading a 12 year old girl to come out for the day? My Mum doesn't see this for what it is. I mean her abuse story only came out after she was caught having the affair, I remember it plain as day. She was begging my father for

forgiveness. He used to beat her black and blue. Put her in hospital with broken ribs, no different from the treatment from her father really. They say women go for guys that are a

representation of what was given to them by their father.

Fucking dirty despicable nonce cunts.

So I have the DNA of a paedo and a wife beater in me, marvellous. I trust no one, I have no friends and I feel as though my brain is partitioned to such a degree that I can lose the

plot very fast and become rather aggressive. My life is pretty much over but this truth has to see the light before I pop my clogs. Let it serve as a warning to others about the

disgraceful goings on of the elite world and their serf, prospect, pauper families that serve them from the fringes.

Everything I have just told you is the truth, I swear on everything holy, I will die tomorrow if I have deceived.. Look up Mcalpine, look up Scallwag Magazine. Look up thatcher,

Mcalpine, Saville connection. Wouild you effin believe that my mum is now with a new partner, margeret thatcher's old personal driver. Remember how Saville knew Thatcher?

The coincidences are endless. It is a path given to me, so I pursue it. Pizzagate was just a flash in the pan compared to what is going on I feel. Highly organised and the worst part is

we pay for it with tax, ignorance and a big dose of apathy. There are millions of people with similar situations to me, just many don't wish to talk about it and it becomes taboo so the next child can be set upon.

My grandfather lived with 7 children, 5 of which were born to his wife, 1 to his daughter and one was adopted that abused all the cousins. Can I be normal? Of course not and I

admire the ones that move forward in a positive manner but make no mistake, I am a real life fuck up.

I appreciate you giving this a read. Sometimes you have to shake the tree to see what falls.

Anything you want to know please ask.

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