Christopher Spivey
I think that it is quite obvious by now that detectives from Operation Yewtree aren’t going to bother knocking on Prince Big Ear’s door or even that of his father Phil the Duck’s… Unfortunately.
As far as I’m concerned, the fact that they haven’t and have no intention of doing so is a complete travesty of justice.
The case for suspecting that Big Ears is involved in paedophilia is, after all, pretty clear cut:
Veteran BBC presenter Bill Oddie has backed claims that Jimmy Savile’s abuse was covered up because he was close friends with Prince Charles and was a regular visitor to Kensington Palace, Buckingham Palace, and Highgrove. Former palace Aide, Dickie Arbiter, told the Guardian newspaper Savile would greet young women working at the palace by “rubbing his lips all the way up their arms in the palace typing pool.”
A former BBC chauffeur says that BBC chauffeurs were sacked if they tried to blow the whistle on Jimmy Savile’s child-sex-rape activities.The chauffeur said he had once driven home a ‘hysterical’ 12-year-old girl. The girl said she had been sexually assaulted by Savile after appearing on a BBC TV programme.
The BBC must investigate whether its staff acted as enablers or, better word, accomplices to Savile’s crimes.
And more tellingly still, this:
PIMPING FOR PRINCE CHARLES
Savile told Esquire: ‘The thing about me is I get things done and I work deep cover. I’ve known the Royal Family for a million years.’
According to the UK Daily Mail at the time of Savile’s death in 2011, Savile said that he was invited to regular meetings with the royal family because ‘I have a natural good fun way of going on and we have a laugh.’ Would one of the world’s most powerful families invite an aging disc jockey into their inner sanctum so often just because he gave them ‘a good laugh’? Or is there likely to be a far more plausible reason for their strange closeness?
Dickie Arbiter, now 72, was in charge of media relations for the Queen between 1988 and 2000. He told the media that Savile visited Prince Charles’s official London residence St James’s Palace frequently. Savile’s behavior on visits to Prince Charles’ residence aroused “concern and suspicion”. A palace insider said of the claims that several people were well aware of Savile’s alleged abuse of children.
Police have searched Savile’s cottage in the Scottish Highlands after fears he used the home to abuse victims. It is reported 20 allegations of abuse at the cottage are being investigated.
Prince Charles was a private guest at Jimmy Savile’s isolated and remote cottage in Glencoe in the Scottish Highlands. Savile famously hired three waitresses for the occasion and dressed them in aprons bearing the initials HRH.
As for Dobby’s dad, the Duck of Edinburgh! Well, he had been friends with Savile long before his son was:
At this point, it should be mentioned that, although the official line is that Savile and Charles met in the 1970s as part of the coincidence of mutual charity work, Savile himself has stated that he was friends with the Royal family “for a million years.”
In fact, it was reported that Savile actually stated he was introduced to the Royals in 1966 by Lord Mountbatten, a known paedophile and sexual pervert. In addition to Mountbatten, however, Greg Hallett, in his book Hitler Was A British Agent, also names Prince Philip as a paedophile.
In reference to how he became introduced and ingratiated with the Royal family, Savile stated, coming from Lord Louis, who was the favourite uncle of Prince Philip that was quite something.
So obviously, I hooked up with the Prince – what was good enough for Lord Louis was good enough for him.
Course, it has since been well documented that the Duck and the Deejay fell out in spectacular fashion. That to me is strange in itself. After all, the Duck is the King of England in all but name.
I therefore question what he and an ageing radio star had in common with one another to fall out over in the first place.
That is to say, if the Duck was pissed off with the flamboyant nonce for whatever reason, why wasn’t Savile simply frozen out of the Royal circle?
Surely, such action is more in keeping with the parasites usual methods towards someone who has given them the right fucking hump.
The fact that the Duck and Savile did row, should have got any half decent coppers nose twitching straight away, given mind to what is known about the cunt.
Then again, the fact that Lord Louie Mountbatten – hero and mentor to the Duck & Big Ears – introduced the Duck to savile, should have triggered alarm bells in anyone who has a smidgen of knowledge on the true history of the Royal family.
You see, to the majority of those who cannot see the wood for the trees, Lord Louie Mountbatten was a war hero, one of those, who put the Great in Britain.
The following is what the Royal Spongers would have you believe, as told by Wikipedia:
Admiral of the Fleet Louis Francis Albert Victor Nicholas George Mountbatten, 1st Earl Mountbatten of Burma, KG, GCB, OM, GCSI, GCIE,GCVO, DSO, PC, FRS
Born Prince Louis of Battenberg; 25 June 1900 – 27 August 1979) – known informally as Lord Mountbatten – he was a British statesman and naval officer, an uncle of Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh and second cousin once removed to Elizabeth II.
He was the last Viceroy of India (1947) the first Governor-General of the independent Union of India (1947–48), from which the modern Republic of India emerged in 1950. From 1954 until 1959, he was the First Sea Lord, a position that had been held by his father, Prince Louis of Battenberg, some forty years earlier.
Thereafter he served as Chief of the Defence Staff until 1965, making him the longest serving professional head of the British Armed Forces to date. During this period, Mountbatten also served as Chairman of the NATO Military Committee for a year.
Pretty impressive, don’t cha know.
Moreover, most people of a certain age know that In 1979, Mountbatten was assassinated by the Provisional IRA, who had planted a bomb on-board his boat, the Shadow V, at Mullaghmore, County Sligo, in Ireland.
The force of the blast reduced the boat to Matchsticks.
No doubt, the very same matchsticks that Ian Dickhead Smiff would have you believe he sold on street corners in order to make ends meet, when he was a real person… But I digress and probably even exaggerate a little.
Mountbatten, then aged 79, had been pulled out of the sea alive, but died from his injuries before reaching the shore.
Unsurprisingly, further sympathy had been bestowed on the Royal Family by the sycophantic, British public – at that time still largely unaware of their true nature and moral standards – because of the others who were killed and wounded in the explosion.
Those also killed in the blast were Nicholas Knatchbull, Mountbatten’s 14-year-old grandson; and Paul Maxwell, a 15-year-old from County Fermanagh who was a ‘crew member’.
The Dowager Lady Brabourne, Grandmother to Nicholas Knatchbull, was seriously injured in the explosion and died from her injuries the following day.
Nicholas Knatchbull’s mother and father, along with his twin brother Timothy, survived the explosion but were seriously injured
According to Wikipedia, the IRA gave clear reasons for the execution:
I think it is unfortunate that anyone has to be killed, but the furore created by Mountbatten’s death showed up the hypocritical attitude of the media establishment. As a member of the House of Lords, Mountbatten was an emotional figure in both British and Irish politics.
What the IRA did to him is what Mountbatten had been doing all his life to other people; and with his war record I don’t think he could have objected to dying in what was clearly a war situation.
He knew the danger involved in coming to this country. In my opinion, the IRA achieved its objective: people started paying attention to what was happening in Ireland.
Course, being a war hero, a pillar of society, and a member of the Royal Elite meant that Mountbatten was awarded a State Funeral. The following is once again from Wikipedia:
On 5 September 1979, Lord Mountbatten received a State Funeral at Westminster Abbey, which was attended by the Queen, the Royal Family and members of the European royal houses.
Watched by thousands of people, the funeral procession, which started at Wellington Barracks, included representatives of all three British Armed Services, and military contingents from Burma, India, the United States, France, and Canada.
His coffin was drawn on a gun carriage by 118 Royal Navy ratings. During the televised service, the Prince of Wales read the lesson from Psalm 107.
In an address, the Archbishop of Canterbury, Donald Coggan, highlighted his various achievements and his “lifelong devotion to the Royal Navy”.
After the public ceremonies, which he had planned himself, Mountbatten was buried in Romsey Abbey.
The President of Ireland, Patrick Hillery, and the Taoiseach, Jack Lynch, attended a memorial service for Mountbatten in St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Dublin on 5 September 1979.
Just goes to show how easily the ‘enlightened’ public are made mugs of doesn’t it?
You see, Louis Mountbatten was an abomination of a man. A man, who should in fact, have been removed from this earth years before the IRA did us all a favour – if indeed it was the IRA.
I say that because Mountbatten was a dangerous, predatory paedophile, who had in the past had a sexual relationship with his cousin King Edward VIII – himself a warped sexual deviant – who abdicated in order to marry the right old slapper Wallis Simpson.
Now, if you have read my article Monsters Inc you will know that Wallis Simpson used to push Edward around in a pram at Parties (Sex Orgies).
You see Edward was one of those warped human beings who got his sexual kicks from wearing a nappy and being treated like a baby. Course, Wallis Simpson, being a right old banger had no objections to her husband’s fetish.
Edward also used to like dressing up in ladies clothes. Kinda makes you wonder what the Queen Mother saw in him doesn’t it? It is after all, well documented that Bizzy Lizzy the 1st despised Mrs Simpson because she was in love with Edward.
Greg Hallett, is from New Zealand and is an authority on Royal history. The following is what he has to say about Wallis Simpson:
Now, the person who became King Edward VIII married Wallis Simpson, who was three times divorced, absolutely sabotaged, and she was considered bisexual.
She was considered a drug dealer, she was considered completely unsuitable, she was having affairs with every second, second hand car salesman in London, and she was Androgen Insensitivity Symptom Grade 4, which means that she was conceived as a male, and didn’t quite fully transition into a female, which would be Grade 7. Grade 1 for male, Grade 7 is a female model.
So she had both bits, which King Edward VIII liked because he was bisexual himself.
Interestingly enough, Mountbatten was also Edward’s best man when he married Mrs Simpson.
From incestuous sex with Edward VIII, Mountbatten moved on to sexually abuse his Nephew Phil the Duck.
And, just like his Uncle Louie, the Duck’s penchant for ‘liking’ children also became apparent at a young age. The following is taken from the author, Phillip Eade’s book about the Queens husband as a duckling:
Philip had met Princess Elizabeth, his second cousin once removed and heir to the throne, several times, but things stepped up a gear when he made a visit in 1939. He was 18 and Elizabeth was 13.
The future queen’s governess described how, while they were playing with a clockwork railway, Philip came into the room. “For a while they knelt side by side playing with the trains. He soon got bored with that. We had ginger crackers and lemonade in which he joined and then he said, ‘Let’s go to the tennis courts and have some real fun jumping over the nets!’
At the tennis courts I thought he showed off a little too much. Lilibet said, ‘How good he is! How high he can jump!’ He spent a lot of time teasing plump little Margaret.” Later that evening, when Philip went for dinner with the king, Elizabeth had already been sent to bed according to the nursery schedule.
In turn, unbelievable as it may seem, the vile paedophile Mountbatten was then given carte blanche to sexually abuse his very young Great-Nephew, Prince Big Ears.
And, who gave him permission to do so?
None other than Phil the Duck and his Wife Bizzy Lizzy.
The following is taken from my article Monsters Inc:
It is also a documented fact that Dobby’s young life was shaped by his Great Uncle Louis Mountbatten. Wikipedia has this to say on that matter:
Mountbatten was a strong influence in the upbringing of his grand-nephew, Prince Charles, Prince of Wales, and later as a mentor—”Honorary Grandfather” and “Honorary Grandson”, they fondly called each other according to the Jonathan Dimbleby biography of the Prince.
Now while that may sound innocuous enough in its self, the fact that Mountbatten was a known gay paedophile, who was known to have had incestuous relationships with both Edward VIII & Prince Philip, should have meant that he wasn’t allowed within a 100 miles of the young Prince Dobby.
Or maybe there were darker, more sinister reasons for Charles to be in the care of such a vile monster…
So who was Lord Louie Mountbatten?
Louis of Battenberg was born in Windsor, England, on 25th June 1900 and was actually the great grandson of Queen Victoria, and the second cousin of George V.
His father, Prince Louis of Battenberg, who had been born in Austria changed the family name from Battenberg to Mountbatten, during World War 1, due to the public’s resentment to all things German.
In 1922, Mountbatten married Edwina Ashley, who was described as the spoiled favourite granddaughter of a Jewish financier close to the royals. She was also the richest and most glamorous deb of her time.
However, what wasn’t widely known was that Edwina, like Wallis Simpson, was a proper dirty old slag and a horrible bitch to boot. Course, with her new husband being at best; a bi-sexual paedophile – if not an outright homosexual paedophile – he was useless to her in the bedroom department.
The following is from the Daily Mail:
After a fumbling honeymoon, some of it spent in Hollywood, Mountbatten resumed his career as a naval officer.
Meanwhile, the stylish Edwina, described as one of the six best- dressed women in the world, shopped at Chanel, played bridge, and danced the Charleston until 3am, sometimes with Fred Astaire.
At weekends, their country home was full of guests (including the Prince of Wales) arriving in fast cars and even aeroplanes.
Vain, charming and boyish, Dickie was devoted to Edwina, but still awkward in bed. He famously named her breasts Mutt and Jeff – the nicknames that World War I soldiers gave their campaign medals.
To him, sex was unromantic, ‘a mixture of psychology and hydraulics’. There were also mutterings that he preferred men.
Things went downhill after their daughter Patricia was born in 1924.
While Mountbatten doted on the new arrival, the passionate Edwina was pathologically jealous of her own child being the centre of attention.
‘A divine little daughter’.
Too thrilling, too sweet,’ she trilled to her diary – but then packed the baby off to nannies on the South Coast. The highly sexed Edwina then proceeded to look for lovers from all walks of life.
Her first was the aristocratic Lord Molyneux. He was followed by a rich, polo-playing American, Laddie Sandford, and then by Mike Wardell, the good-looking manager of a London evening newspaper. At times, she juggled all three at once.
‘Lord Molyneux is in the morning-room and Mr Sandford in the library, but where should I put the other gentleman?’ asked a desperate flunkey when they happened to visit together.
While her husband was posted to Malta in the early Thirties, she turned to American golf champion Bobby Sweeny.
Next came playboy Larry Gray, before she went on a Mexican cruise and jumped into bed with the elder of two Californian brothers, Ted Phillips, quickly followed by his sibling Bunny.
This serial sexual gallivanting went on until the birth of her second daughter Pamela in 1929.
[…]She even dallied with conductor Malcolm Sargent, and then embarked on her most adventurous affair to date, with the bisexual West Indian cabaret pianist Leslie Hutchinson.
Although Edwina successfully sued a newspaper for saying she had a black lover, there is not much doubt she conducted an on-off relationship with ‘Hutch’ for 30 years.
She famously gave him a gold bracelet bearing her name, a gold cigarette case and, conclusively perhaps, a jewelled penis sheath from Cartier…
Mind you, at one stage, Mountbatten himself freely admitted that: “Edwina and I spent all our married lives getting into other people’s beds.”
Furthermore, in the Biography Francis Wheen wrote about the notorious Labour MP, Tom Driberg, the author states that like Driberg, Mountbatten had “a sexual preference for men”.
However, what Wheen neglects to mention is that like Driberg – who was being blackmailed by the notorious Kray Twins in the 1960’s – Mountbatten was a predatory paedophile.
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