DELIVER US FROM EVIL

Harrowing and horrendous news stories are emerging from the contaminated blood scandal. It is a solemn warning to all of us about the unseen dangers and circumstances that affect our daily lives.

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From the cradle to the grave we need to be protected from unknown dangers which can plunge our lives into disaster.

That is why the Lord teaches his people to pray, “Deliver us from evil” in the disciples prayer.

Hopefully some justice will be done and be seen to be done to the victims and survivors of this scandal.

Matthew 6: 9-13  After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.

10 Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.

11 Give us this day our daily bread.

12 And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

13 And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.

WHY ARE THE DUP SCUM STILL SUPPORTING ANTICHRIST`S BITCH?

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The Pink Hand Of Ulster

Reports are appearing that the scum of the DUP leadership are meeting Antichrist`s bitch, she has done a great job of keeping the UK in the Kingdom Of Antichrist!

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Why are they still propping up her rotten government? Just who is blackmailing who?

There is treachery abroad when these characters get together, this is ominous for “Unionism.”

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The Pink Hand Of Ulster

On the other hand? Maybe they are asking her why Kincora was deliberately omitted from the CSA Inquiry?

Paisley throws his weight about at the Cumberland Hotel

One evening Kerr was at the bell hops’ station at the Cumberland Hotel when a colleague from the hotel’s café strolled across and told him someone was looking for him.

The visitor turned out to be Ian Paisley. Kerr’s recollection of what would unfold is vivid and sharp: Paisley was seated on his own at a table “near a glass area” and was “wearing a suit with a hat that was placed on the table”. He also “carried a newspaper” which he “placed on the table”. A pair of men sat adjacent to him “in professional dress”.

While Kerr recognised Paisley, he did not know the others. They would not address him at any stage during the encounter that ensued. “They created space between themselves and others”. As Kerr recalls it: “Paisley spoke with them; they were in earshot of our conversation. I was unable to discern if they spoke in an English accent. I do know that they were accompanying Paisley because they joined him after our conversation was complete”.

You can read the rest at the link above.

Revelation 21:8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.

WE`LL KEEP THE PINK HAND FLYING HIGH

The DUP have a new theme song.

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The Pink Hand Of Ulster

“Flying high up in the sky,

We`ll keep the pink flag flying high”

It will not belong before the DUP are flying “the Devil`s Rainbow Flag,” from their head quarters.

The Devil`s Rainbow Flag has only 6 colours, the rainbow of God has 7 colours.

6 is the number of man.

Isaiah 5:20  Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!

“Is there a Pink Link” now needs updated, a lot of information has come to light since it was first made.

WHAT IS THE LOWEST LIFE FORM IN THE UK?

If I was to ask that question to a large number of UK citizens, I would get a variety of answers.

Some would say “Gays,” that would be wrong!

Some would say “Muslims,” that would be wrong!

Some would say “Drug addicts,” that would be wrong!

Some would say “Alcoholics,” that would be wrong!

Some would say “Politicians,” that would be wrong!

Some would say “Para-military gangsters,” that would be wrong!

Some would say “Police informers,” that would be wrong!

Very few people would get the right answer!

The lowest form of low-life in the UK is…….”THE PREACHER ON THE FENCE.”

A dumb dog that cannot bark!

Isaiah 56:10-12

10 His watchmen are blind: they are all ignorant, they are all dumb dogs, they cannot bark; sleeping, lying down, loving to slumber.

11 Yea, they are greedy dogs which can never have enough, and they are shepherds that cannot understand: they all look to their own way, every one for his gain, from his quarter.

12 Come ye, say they, I will fetch wine, and we will fill ourselves with strong drink; and to morrow shall be as this day, and much more abundant.

SPOILED VOTE

As there is no one worth voting for in my area, I had to spoil my vote.

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Luke 22:3 Then entered Satan into Judas surnamed Iscariot, being of the number of the twelve.

John 13:27 And after the sop Satan entered into him. Then said Jesus unto him, That thou doest, do quickly.

THE UK IS DOOMED

Whenever it reaches the stage, that Muslims are the only ones standing up effectively against the evil sodomite plague in the UK, you can be assured the UK is doomed.

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In most parts of the UK the evil plague is embraced enthusiastically!

I notice “Tommy Robinson” is not opposing the sodomite plague?

One past occasions I have stated the UK is doomed, don`t be surprised if Brexit brings about the first stage of the destruction by breaking up the UK.

Amos 3:6 Shall a trumpet be blown in the city, and the people not be afraid? shall there be evil in a city, and the LORD hath not done it?

GIDEON`S SPIES

Saw  a man`s name on twitter the other day, which brought to my mind the fact he had provided a lot of the information for the book “Gideon`s Spies.”

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The book is well written and easy to read, plus you can now download the PDF version for free at this link.

Chapter one`s opening can be read below.

CHAPTER ONE

BEYOND THE LOOKING GLASS

When the red light blinked on the bedside telephone, a sophisticated recording device was automatically activated in the Paris apartment near the Pompidou Center in the lively Fourth Arrondissement.

The light had been wired in by an Israeli communications technician who had flown from Tel Aviv to install the recorder, intended to allay any suspicions neighbors would have about the phone ringing at ungodly hours. The technician was one of the yaholomin, a member of a Mossad unit that dealt with secure communications in the safe houses of Israel’s secret intelligence agency.

The one in Paris was like all the others. It had a bombproof front door and window glass which,like the panes in the White House, could deflect scanners. There were scores of such apartments in all the major cities in the world, either purchased outright or rented on long leases. Many were left unoccupied for lengthy periods, ready for the time they would be needed for an operation.

One had been conducted from the Paris apartment since June 1997, when Monsieur Maurice had arrived. He spoke fluent French with a slight Central-European accent. Over the years his neighbors had encountered others like him: men, and occasionally women, who arrived without warning, spent weeks or months among them, then one day were gone. Like his predecessors, Maurice had politely discouraged interest in himself or his work.

Maurice was a katsa, a Mossad field agent.
Physically he was nondescript; it had been said that even on an empty street he would pass virtually unnoticed. He had been recruited in what was still a halcyon time for Mossad, when its legend remained largely intact. His potential was spotted during Israel’s compulsory military service, when, after boot camp, he had been drafted into air force intelligence. An aptitude for languages (he knew French, English, and German) had been noted, along with other qualities: he was good at filling gaps in a case study and drawing fact out of speculation, and he knew the limits of informed conjecture.

Above all, he was a natural manipulator of people: he could persuade, cajole, and, if all else failed, threaten.
Since graduating from the Mossad training school in 1982, he had worked in Europe, South Africa, and the Far East. At various times he had done so under the guise of a businessman, a travel writer, and a salesman. He had used a number of names and biographies drawn from the library of aliases maintained by Mossad. Now he was Maurice, once more a businessman.

During his various postings he had heard of the purges back in “the Institute,” the name its staff used for Mossad: corrosive rumors of disgraced and ruined careers, of changes at the top, and each incoming Mossad director with his own priorities. None of them had stemmed the loss of morale within the service.

This had increased with the appointment of Benyamin Netanyahu as Israel’s youngest prime minister. A man with a proven intelligence background, he was supposed to know how things worked on the inside ; when to listen, how far to go. Instead, from the outset, Netanyahu had astonished seasoned intelligence officers by dabbling in operational details.

At first this was put down to unnecessary zeal, a new broom showing he was ready to look into every closet to make sure there were no secrets he should know. But matters had become alarming when not only the prime minister but his wife, Sara, wanted to peer behind the looking glass into Israel’s intelligence world. She had invited senior Mossad officers to call on her at home and answer her questions, claiming she was following the example of Hillary Clinton’s interest in the CIA.

The featureless corridors of Mossad’s headquarters building in Tel Aviv had echoed with the scandalized whispers of how Sara Netanyahu had demanded to see psychological profiles of world leaders she and her husband would be entertaining or visiting. She had especially asked for details about President Bill Clinton’s sexual activities. She had also asked to review dossiers on Israel’s ambassadors whose embassies they would be staying in during overseas trips, expressing an interest in the cleanliness of their kitchens and how many times the bedding was changed in the guest suites.

Bemused by her requests, Mossad officers had explained to the prime minister’s wife that obtaining such information was not in their intelligence-gathering remit.
Some of the veterans had been removed from the mainstream of intelligence and given responsibility for small operations that required little more than creating paperwork which went virtually unread.

Realizing their careers were stagnating, they had resigned, and were now scattered across the length of Israel, keeping themselves occupied with reading, mostly history, trying to come to terms with the fact that they were also yesterday’s people.

All this had made Maurice glad to be out of Tel Aviv and back in the field.

The operation that had brought him to Paris had provided another chance to show he was a methodical and careful agent, one able to deliver what was expected. In this case the task was relatively simple: there was no real physical danger, only the risk of embarrassment should the French authorities discover what he was doing and quietly deport him.

The Israeli ambassador knew Maurice was in Paris but had not been told why. That was standard operational procedure: if things went wrong, the envoy could plead ignorance.
Maurice’s task was to recruit an informer. This was known in the esoteric language of Mossad as a “cold approach,” suborning a foreign national. After two months of patient work, Maurice believed he was now close to succeeding.

His target was Henri Paul, assistant chief of the city’s Ritz Hotel, who also acted as chauffeur to its celebrity guests.

Proverbs 24:6 For by wise counsel thou shalt make thy war: and in multitude of counsellers there is safety.