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( And if you have no idea what Hitler means by that, you have no real conception of why World War 2 was fought. It was NOT for peace, freedom, or democracy, it was another Jew's war, as are all wars. You just don't know, because your mind is filled with the propaganda of your times.)

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The National Trust Crawl 2007.

Wild camping is the term the Brits use for what the Americans term Boondocking, or touring in a campervan and stopping free overnight wherever you can. Several wild camping Internet sites have sprung up recently listing places that people have found to park overnight throughout the UK. The UK is, I think, the most difficult place to find good Safe Over Night Parking Spots (SONPS). Far more difficult than most of Europe, and not so many Brits do it, whereas in Europe (with the partial exception of Holland) and America boondocking is a way of life.

All of the SONPS that we have used on this tour have had GPS coordinates recorded as waypoints, and some are shown in photos in this text. We use Aussie Explorer GPS mapping software and so the waypoint files are in Aussie Explorer format. However there are several programs freely available on the Internet to translate the many GPS waypoint formats from one to another so anyone reasonably familiar with GPS should have little problem with conversion to other waypoint formats.

A program like Aussie Explorer enables you to use scanned maps, which you can scan yourself from any paper map, or maps downloaded from the Internet instead of the limited maps provided by commercial systems such as Garmin or Tom Tom navigator. Unlike the mapping systems supplied by GPS makers such as Garmin, or point to point navigation software such as TomTom, Aussie Explorer enables you to use any map you want, with the scale and type of detail you need, and to add additional data such as notes and sets of way points to the maps. It is therefore in my opinion a much more powerful mapping and navigation system than the other types of navigation software mentioned. It does not provide the point to point turn by turn driving instructions that Tom Tom does, but overall I consider it the best type of program for touring, as distinct from merely planning a journey from point A to point B.

7th May, 2007 Monday. We arrived at Heathrow airport from Singapore about 6 AM and proceeded by train to our campervan storage site in Kent, a journey taking under two hours, but still costing over £30 for two tickets. The cost of services in the UK is exorbitant. The only thing that we find reasonably normally priced is food if bought in the supermarket. Taxi fares, restaurant meals, vehicle fuel, train fares, in fact most services are highly priced by international standards, reflecting the overvalued status of the Pound.

Our campervan had survived unharmed for eight months since we left it after our previous trip in 2006 into Eastern Europe. First problem found was that the battery had died and wouldn't take a charge to get us started but a friendly Brit, who also stored his caravan in the yard, gave is a jump start from his 4WD, so we could drive into town for some groceries before parking for the night outside the storage yard. A new battery, with only a one year warranty, for the van cost £70 at a local battery specialist shop. It may have been about 25% cheaper if I had been able to shop around more and perhaps buy one from a large ASDA superstore, but when your battery is dead you don't have that option. I later found that apparently better quality batteries, with a four year warranty, are available at Halfords stores for around the same or a bit less money. Halfords are on many items extremely expensive, and you should preferably shop around before buying anything there, but on a common item such as a battery are perhaps more competitive.

Like everything else car batteries are much cheaper in Europe, where similar batteries cost about €55 in large French or German supermarkets such as Carrefour. I had wondered if the battery was on the way out last year, after it seemed to need charging more frequently by running the engine for twenty minutes if I was using the computer a lot while parked, but as it was still working I deferred action. It would have been better and cheaper to buy the new one in Europe and scrap the old which was at least three years old.

Next day we would have the van inspected for its MOT certificate which is required to renew the road tax and has to be done every year. It is a vehicle safety inspection, and now costs £50 although it takes only a bit over half an hour. We needed a new tie rod ball joint and a CV joint boot replaced. We found a mechanic who would do the work for £40 plus the cost of parts, and that we thought was VERY reasonable for the UK, and he could do it next day.

8th May, 2007 Tuesday. We had the MOT items fixed and also found the source of a long standing coolant leak that I had several times "fixed" with radiator stop leak, to be from a hose that had chaffed on a nut, and I spotted where it was leaking while the vehicle was on the MOT testers hoist and the coolant was dripping slowly. The next day the Motor Mobile mechanic fixed the problem with anew hose and also noticed the fuel line needed replacing and adjusted the alternator belts, £30 including about £20 worth of parts. I was so pleased at finding a competent reasonably priced mechanic I gave him a bottle of French wine from our copious stock after paying the bill.

9th May, 2007 Wednesday. We had the second inspection of the repaired items for the MOT certificate and were able to drive to Maidstone to the DVLA office to pay the road tax £99 for six months, and call in at the Peugeot dealers in Rochester to order the correct hose for the cooling system. Very helpful and they would deliver it to our mechanic next morning. More shopping for supplies at ASDA and Tesco, but we can't buy much as the van is full of bottles of European, mainly French wine and German beer, bought last year in anticipation of doing a tour of the UK in 2007.

All alcohol except Cider is horrendously expensive in the UK compared with Europe. The long suffering English even have to pay through the nose to have a piss up. I have commented before that I consider them the most oppressed and exploited people of any of the so called western democracies. The interesting thing is that they, the English, all just seem resigned to it, "that's just the way things are", you repeatedly hear them say. It is as if they have all had all the fire and fight taken out of them, and will accept any imposition their governments place on them. A fallen Empire, perhaps that is their fate, to be oppressed. Perhaps that is the way of fallen imperialists, no longer able to exploit conquered foreigners, their ruling class turns to exploiting their own people, and that is a theme that often comes through subtly from the English, they feel exploited and mildly oppressed, but are almost to a man submissively resigned to their fate. Perhaps it is the poetic justice of history for a people who once saw themselves, and were, the rulers of the world.

10th May, 2007 Thursday. After getting the hoses on the van fixed we spend the rest of the day dealing with two separate banking hassles. Banks never cease to amaze me with the ways they can stuff up and yet still expect to charge their customers fees for every imaginable "service", and impose fines for the most trivial of economic crimes such as overdrawing your account by a few pence, but offer nothing but inane excuses when they cause you major problems through their inexhaustible supply of ingeniously inventive forms of bungling or incompetence. This time we have two cases at once, both resulting in our debit cards becoming non functional through no fault of ours, and each causing us great inconvenience to get fixed.

After getting the van fixed, taxed and stocked with essentials we headed south to start our tour, our National Trust Crawl. Using our GPS and highly detailed Ordinance Survey 1:50,000 scale maps we located a forest parking area not far from Sissinghurst where we would go next day to visit our first National Trust property. The parking area had a height barrier, as do many such places in the UK. They have a hang up about Gipsies here and many car parks have height barriers, even in towns, to prevent caravans and motor homes from entering. Generally the UK is not what I term a campervan friendly country compared to France, and good overnight parking places are much harder to find, however the detailed maps make things much easier as they have most of the forest parking areas marked, and not all have height barriers.

Despite the height barrier there was one spot outside where we could park for the night, and we spent a quiet night, watching the comings and goings of the numerous dog walkers who bring their dogs to such places for a run in the woods.

11th May, 2007 Friday. today we visited Sissinghurst Castle Garden a grade 1 listed property with a fine garden with examples of all of the various styles of ornamental garden that have evolved since the introduction of ornamental gardens into England about the fifteenth century following the enlightened influence of Italy. The "castle" has disappeared with exception of the gate house and a tower, but the garden is the highlight of Sissinghurst

The majority of the buildings at Sissinghurst were demolished in the late nineteenth century after the property was used as a prisoner of war camp for French soldiers during the war of 1870, in which Britain and Germany were allied against France. Apparently the prisoners severely damaged the place and it was later mostly demolished and only fragments of the buildings remain. So in 1870 the British and Germans are fighting the French, in 1914 the British and French are fighting the Germans! The more one sees of history the more clearly it is apparent that war is never about freedom and democracy, the catch cries used to goad the masses into acceptance and involvement in wars, but is universally about money and power for the ruling elites of the time. Never should one allow ones self to be conned into military service, for always the story is the same, when the fog of war lifts, and the true reasons are revealed by history, the causes spouted to the common people are shown to be lies and propaganda, and the true reasons greed and power for the ruling class.

In 1870 the French had "weapons of mass destruction" and were training terrorists to come and attack us, or something similar was told to the British peasants, I'll bet. In 1914 the evil Germans were cutting off the hands of Belgian babies, and had to be stopped! Does it all sound familiar, hmm?

In the later part of the afternoon we drove to Bodiam Castle, an very impressive looking moated castle. Impressive looking from the outside, but almost completely ruined inside, except for a couple of the towers. There is a large screen video about the history of the castle showing continually in one of the few intact rooms, which is well worth seeing.

It seems tat if you put the history into modern terminology the castle was built about 1385 by a warlord by the name of Sir Edward Dalyngrigge, a henchman of King Edward the third, a fascist dictator with delusions of grandeur who had ambitions to also be King of part of what is now France, much to the consternation of the French who rightly regarded England as a rogue state, and King Edward as an evil dictator who was, really, armed with the latest weapons of mass destruction of the time, and was, really, intent on invading France. The idea of war then was to plunder all your enemies possessions, and Sir Edward Dalyngrigge was apparently very good at plundering, for in fifteen years working as a terrorist in France he managed to plunder enough loot to build himself a fine ranch in the form of Bodiam Castle. According to the video account he was such a good terrorist that French peasants would jump into the river at the mere mention of his name. The more things change the more things stay the same!

Another SONP at a forest parking area was soon located with the help of the detailed 1:50,00 scale maps and GPS, one place had a height barrier and no good outside place to park, but the next a few kilometers (still miles in the UK) further on near Great Wood had no barrier, and we spent another quiet night.

We had joined the National Trust of Scotland before leaving home, as it costs only£45 for a mature age couple compared with £68 for the English National Trust, and both offer full reciprocal membership rights giving free parking and admission to each others properties also including Wales and Northern Ireland, and Australia. Reciprocal rights do not extend to English Heritage or Historic Scotland properties, which are similar government run organisations preserving heritage properties. In our opinion the national Trusts have a more comprehensive portfolio of properties and offered the best value for money. You couldn't possibly visit all the hundreds of places on offer, even in a years touring, so you have to select highlights and we saw no point in buying two memberships.

Membership of the Trust is the only economic way to go as individual admissions can be from about £4 to over £10 per person per property plus £2 for parking if you are not a member. You can join on the internet and the National Trust of Scotland is very quick and efficient in sending memberships. But ask for the car sticker, or they may not think you will not want one as an overseas member, we had to request ours when we read it was useful in the magazine they sent with the membership cards.

12th May, 2007 Saturday. Because we have had a problem with banks and need to collect new debit cards and PINs at Rainham we have modified our intended schedule of National Trust properties that we will visit so as to remain closer to Rainham until next week when the cards should be available. Today we included in our visits Bateman's a seventeenth century house once owned by the author Rudyard Kipling. Fully furnished still with all Kipling's possessions and memorabilia and in perfect condition it proved to be a very interesting place, although we had not originally intended to visit it.

National Trust places do not generally open until 10.30 or 11 AM so almost half the day is gone before you can get started. They generally have large car parks and accessible toilet facilities which are useful to campervanners to empty the van's cassette toilet. Often there will be accessible water taps where you can fill your vans tank. Some have signs saying no overnight parking, some do not. If there are no signs prohibiting it I suggest you assume it is OK and park in a remote corner. If anyone objects they can come and tell you.

In the afternoon we visited Scotney Castle Garden. The old 14th century moated castle is just a ruin, and by the standards of English castles neither particularly large or interesting, but the gardens are magnificent and well worth a visit to almost anyone. The previous owners have built a "new" castle nearby, and by having donated the old castle and its gardens to the National Trust have achieved the best of both worlds. They have full, although no longer private access to their old property, which is now maintained at the expense of the National Trust.

In the UK there are relatively few public gardens such as botanic gardens, and parks as are frequently found in Australian cities and large towns which are freely open to all. The national trust properties with the exception of some open countryside areas usually charge hefty admission fees unless you are a member of the National Trust or an affiliated Trust in Scotland or Australia. It is another syndrome of the "Fee Society" that Britain has become, where free public facilities are rare indeed.

While the National Trust, which is a charity, has many admirable aspects, it also has provided a way for the wealthy to avoid the high death duties that would be imposed here in the UK on property passing to descendents, while in some cases still permitting those descendents to effectively retain many of the benefits of owning a large estate and having it maintained at others expense, at the cost of lack of exclusive assess rights.

I inquired if we could park for the night on the Scotney Castle car park, where there were no signs about it closing or overnight parking not being permitted. The first person I asked had to check with his boss and of course the answer came back no, it isn't NT policy I was told. Hence my advice, if it isn't clearly prohibited, don't ask. There is a natural tenancy for petty officials to say NO to any request where they are unsure. If they want you to leave let them come and say so.

We then went on to the Tesco superstore at Pembury, intending to park for the night. After being there for an hour or so the manager came and asked if we intended to stop the night, having seen our blinds drawn, as we were facing the store. She told us we could not and asked us to leave before the store closed at 10 PM. I gave her a polite hard time with discussions about Gipsies and the peculiarities of English law that make squatting on property possible, and told how we had been doing it for years and that she was the first and only store manager in ten countries to ask us to leave. Unfortunately that didn't work, and she talked about calling the police if we didn't leave, whereon I referred to the need to get a civil court order to force people to leave land that are peaceably in occupation of and have committed no crime nor caused no damage. Still it didn't work, so we said we would move after dinner, and the old witch and her muscle man, who hadn't uttered a word during the protracted conversation, left us in peace to finish dinner.

What drew attention was closing the blinds with the vehicle facing the store. So I suggest in addition to parking well away from the entrance, as we were and always do, that you should also face the vehicle away from the store, and don't close the blinds on the windscreen in particular until after dusk.

With the assistance of our detailed maps and GPS we soon found a parking place in the car park of a bird sanctuary run by the Royal Society for the Preservation of Birds, where although there was the inevitable gate and height barrier, both were open. We spent a quiet night undisturbed.

13th May, 2007 Sunday. It was raining most of the day, so we used the time to tidy up the packing of items in the van and for reading before driving to Royal Tunbridge Wells for some shopping and to see the town. Most places were closed it being Sunday and we found the town not unusually noteworthy, despite its reputation as a minor tourist destination for Londoners, it being only 35 miles from the capital city.

We decided that it would be better in future to have Monday and Tuesday off as our "weekend" because many National Trust places are open on Saturday and sunday but closed Monday and Tuesday.

14th May, 2007 Monday. More rain overnight and the weather continues to be cold and windy, not at all as good as we had expected for May. We found one NT property that is open on Monday not too far away and were about to head for Igtham Mote a 14th centaury moated manor house.

Just before we left the SONP along came a girl in a 4WD from the RSPB to close the height barrier and ask us to leave, having had a report on Saturday that there was a dreaded camper van in their car park. The good residents of Kent are she indicated a particularly uppity lot, quite paranoid she said about "travelers", PC doublespeak for Gipsies, and get their knickers in a twist because homosexual males, of whom there appear to be a never ending supply in Britain, also use any available car park as a meeting point to pick up casual partners. Apparently the genteel members of the RSPB (bird watchers) also feel intimidated just by seeing a number of single males sitting quietly in cars in their cars in the car park, looking furtively for signs of lustful interest from any of their compatriots. The bird watchers may be experts on the mating habits of the Yellow Throated Corn Warbler, but are apparently unaware of the difference between submissive homosexuals and homicidal maniacs, so delicate has been their refined upbringing, apparently expecting any of these frustrated males to at any second leap from their vehicles and ravish the whole family. None of it makes any sense, and how having height barriers helps to keep out poofters, most of whom drive small cars, is a complete mystery. She agreed there was a creeping petty authoritarianism in Britain and that the populace had since the 1980's lost the will to protest about it and to stand up for common sense.

So twice in a row we are "moved on" while in Kent, while in campervanning all over Europe and the UK since the year 2000 we had only once been asked to move, and that by a German self appointed busy body in a forest clearing, whom I told to "fick off".! Britain is the most campervan unfriendly, over regulated country, and we will only be doing this one National Trust tour, because facilities are so much better in Europe, particularly France. We are well aware of the inadequacies if Britain for campervan touring, but also wanted to be able to take advantage of a National Trust membership once while we continue to own the campervan in this country.

The tour of Igtham Mote proved interesting, it is another fully furnished property left to the NT by an American who bought it in 1950, and owned it for about 25 years when it was left to the NT, and upon which the NT has since spent about ten million Pounds in major restoration work. Dating back to the 14th century but partially renovated at various times as recently as the 1950's, the place must have been in danger of falling into ruin to have needed so much spent on its restoration. This property also did not strike me as a particularly interesting place when initially planning our tour, but has been included because of the banking bungle and the need to stay close to where our new debit cards are to be collected this week. However it has proved an interesting visit.

We headed east towards Maidstone and stopped at a SONP I had found in an internet listing. A church parking area at the end of a quiet lane near the river Medway. No facilities except a rubbish bin, but in the UK, anywhere you can park free, off a major road where it is quiet, is good. We don't need any camping park facilities and don't want to travel out of our way to find them. Paying £10 or more a night is a waste of money, and being a disciple of Scrooge McDuck I delight in not doing so, and am aiming to avoid paying for a single nights parking all the time we are in Britain. It seems that some of the more affluent Brits who are so heavily taxed resent seeing anyone getting something for nothing, and even the friendly RSPB ranger mentioned this, she had once lived in a caravan, and had often been subjected to jealous derisory comment about not paying council tax (rates). Well they may be having veritable paroxysms of apoplexy by the time I spend four months free parking all over their sceptered isle! I'm going to advertise my exploits on the internet group rec.caravanning.uk to see what I can stir up. I love taking the mickey out of pompous stuffed shirts.

15th May 2007, Tuesday. East Barming. A quiet undisturbed rainy night. The bank phoned, our new debit cards were ready to collect. We drove back to Rainham stopping off at the Chatham ASDA for supplies, finding several reduced price specials that were near the use by date, which suits us fine. They are still fresh, we will use them today and they cost less than half price. Look out for the reduced price sections in Tesco and ASDA. We visited the first Aldi in Sittingbourne, much larger than most with mainly food items, relatively no extra space devoted to weekly specials despite the store being two or three time the usual size. I think Aldi are changing their marketing strategy in the UK to offer a better range of items. They are very competitive and offer a nice range of continental items not found in Tesco and ASDA.

We were stopped by the police in Sittingbourne. Siren and flashing lights. Police cars have special cameras linked to a computer that scans every car number plate that comes into its field of view, looking for any wanted vehicles and any vehicles where the road tax hadn't been paid. The copper soon realized that it was the DVLA (Driver and Vehicle Licensing Authority) that was at fault, not me, as I had renewed the road tax last week, and had the disk to prove it, they just hadn't updated their computer records promptly. It was interesting to note how yet another application of technology is being used to track and keep tabs on people here, along with the estimated four million CCTV cameras in the streets and thousands of traffic speed cameras.

It really is a case of "Big Brother is watching", and there seems to be no end to the intrusiveness of it into peoples lives, and very little concern beyond the normal low level occasional grumble. These people have been conditioned to be "oh so docile". They are forever apologizing for nothing, if someone just crosses your path they will often utter the "sorry", you so often hear, when in fact there is nothing to be sorry for, they haven't collided with you, haven't offended in any way, at most you might have slowed your pace a mite to let someone pass, but they are often "sorry". I think it is a reflection of the docility and excessive timidity that they have been conditioned into, the same conditioning that makes them accept all the surveillance.

I've seen on the Internet that there were several types government leaflets published last year in the UK urging people to report "anything suspicious", to in effect spy on their neighbors, the excuse of course is the usual one for any form of creeping repression lately, "terrorism". The excuse for any level of intrusion and erosion of privacy and personal liberty, and creeping petty regulation, where the entire population is regimented, and "that's the way things are here"!

The "authorities" even tell people to get a "permit" to ride a bicycle along the canals here now. The absurd thing is you just download it yourself from British Waterways site on the Internet and print out this silly little, almost unreadable, black and white ticket, which you are urged to display on your bike. It is a complete nonsense, just another example of conditioning people to think in terms of having to have "permission" from some "authority" to do absolutely anything. Outwardly the purpose is to promote responsible cycling, which amounts to nothing more than common sense, but on a more subtle level I think the idea is to spread a creeping acceptance of the attitude that citizens do not have any rights at all, and that you must have "permission" to do anything in life. Such minor things are nothing in themselves, but are part of a clearly orchestrated emerging pattern of life in Britain, and all of the so called western democracies, as the new global dictatorship gradually conditions the sheeple into accepting its intrusions into every corner of personal liberty, until liberty itself and even a belief in its merits becomes a thought crime .

16th May, 2007, Wednesday. Whitstable. Rest and relaxation. A cycle ride along the foreshore into town.

17th May, 2007, Thursday. Whitstable. Chinese men were gathering bags full of Oysters from the rocks off the beach. I'll bet there are none left in a few years. I did some repairs to the van, sealing around cover strips, ladder, fridge vent, wheel arches. Germans from a campervan paid us a visit bearing Oysters they had collected from the rocks as a gift .

18th May, 2007, Friday. Whitstable. To fit in with the opening pattern of National Trust houses, many of which are closed on Monday and Tuesday we recommenced our tour after a pleasant couple of days relaxing by the sea. Driving east along the motorways we soon came to the first of three grand houses, Knole one of the largest private houses in England, near Sevenoaks south of London.

Set in a large Deer Park it is one of the houses where the family of the former owners still live in a large part of the house not open to the public, still own much of the art works in the house and still own all of the land of the Deer Park surrounding the house. The National Trust volunteers who staff the houses are interesting to talk to, not only for information about the particular property, but to also get some insight into the views of the English about their condition in the world. It is noticeable that from their accent, all speaking "standard English" rather than the heavily accented regional forms of speech usual in the working class, that they are almost universally middle or upper class white anglo saxons. So far despite the widespread prevalence of obviously colored immigrants in the cities of England, I have not seen a single such person working as a National Trust volunteer. It seems that only the real English of a particular class are really interested in preserving their heritage.

It is also interesting that the heritage preserved is almost exclusively that of a particular stratum of society, the grand and the great, and that the history of the vast majority of Englishmen, the surfs, peasants and working class has to a large extent faded into the mists of time. One of the volunteers offered the quite plausible explanation that this was partly due to the fact that most of the lower classes were in centuries past illiterate and thus failed generally to record their own history, and were considered of no importance except as servants and lackeys by their literate masters, who thus also did little to preserve the history of the majority of the common heard. Similarly the physical constructions of the masses such as their housing were at least until the industrial revolution insubstantial wooden constructions which have all succumbed to the ravages of time. Therefore particularly from before the nineteenth century there isn't a lot of preserved history of society as a whole, and what one sees is actually a narrow vision through the keyhole of time of only a very small minority of the population, leading to the rather romanticized and incomplete view of history that one obtains from these sources. Even the servants quarters of some of the great houses are not reflective of the lives of the majority of the lower classes, as even to be a servant in a great house of the time was in itself a rater privileged position, and despite the drudgery of domestic servitude would have been a much easier life that that of the average mediaeval serf or freeman.

19th May, 2007, Saturday. One Tree Hill. Not far from Knole we had located a National Trust owned woodland with a parking area that was accessible, (no cursed height barrier) and spent the night quietly and freely in pleasant forested surroundings.

Today we will visit Chartwell, the home of Winston Churchill. I am particularly interested in this house because it was Churchill's, not as an admirer of the man as many English do, but because he was a key historical figure of the twentieth century. In my view an evil demon of enormous proportions.

I have previously commented that I regard the history of the twentieth century as the most distorted and deliberately falsified history in the eons of mankind. I have reached this conclusion after seven years of study, particularly relating to the great wars of the time, beginning in the year 2000 with my tour of the battlefields of the Somme in France.

As a consequence I have come to regard Churchill in an entirely different light from the usual views expressed about him, I have described him as a "warmongering drunken dupe of Zionism", and regard the man with an odium that I reserve for few men. Churchill, if the real history of the twentieth century ever is widely revealed, may come to be regarded as one of the greatest malefactors in British history, and the influences which corrupted him may yet be recognized for what thy are. The questions of politics may in the final analysis be distilled down to a single issue, as has been the case for eons, that is the Jewish question. As my view of Churchill progressively changed from the conventional one of patriotic admiration to doubt, and then to outright contempt, so my view of his arch rival Adolf Hitler underwent a corresponding mirror image transformation.

Hitler I now regard as the greatest statesman, peacemaker and humanitarian of the twentieth century, because history, the history written by the victors in WW1 and WW2 is turned on its head by an objective study of the realities of the period, stripped of the total fabrications of allied propaganda that are still to this day, in 2007, repeated ad-nauseam by the mass media to the uncritical masses, who believe the greatest lies of all time to be sacrosanct dogma.

That this inversion of the conventional false historical charade came about, the realization that what most people believe to be absolute truth is in fact a gigantic fabric of lies, resulted from a personal search for truth, and a desire for a plausible explanation, initially of the causes of WW1. Once you begin to question and research objectively, the fabric of lies about the real history of the twentieth century rapidly unravels. Truth is stranger than the fiction that is fed to the unthinking masses of sheeple as their staple diet of mass media disseminated news. Cornerstones of the fabric of lies are the commonly believed falsified stories of the causes of WW1, the Russian revolution, the rise of Hitler and the instigation of WW2 and the "Holocaust". The falsification of twentieth century history extends to the concealment of the real power centers of global control and finance, and the so called "new world order", and at its heart is the inevitable finale distillate of political intrigue, the timeless Jewish question.

Without doubt Britain was responsible for the start of WW2, not Germany. Churchill was influenced by a group of Jewish lobbyists known as "The Focus", and was responsible for the bloody minded obstinate continuation of the war, despite repeated German peace proposals, and a significant peace lobby within the British aristocracy. Churchill, acting on the advice of his scientific advisor the Jewish Professor Linderman, was primarily responsible for instigating the policy of aerial bombing of civilian targets and for refusing German initiatives to stop it, leading to the London blitz, which was reluctant retaliatory action by the Germans, and which he saw as desirable to enrage the common people to support his policy of continuing the war and resist the antiwar movement.

Naturally none of this real history is part of the one sided history "written by the victors" to justify their war against Germany, but the true facts are more and more clearly emerging as the research capacity of the Internet facilitates the cross referencing of numerous records, memoirs, and a wide range of historical works often written by persons with close personal knowledge of the events, but not widely known outside specialist historical circles. Strangely in the period of the Russian revolution and in the 1920's as a writer Churchill had spoken out against Communism recognizing it as a Jewish inspired and instigated movement, and yet 20 years later was the British mouthpiece for the war that the International Jewish community had declared against Germany on the 24th of March 1933, as reported in the headlines of the London Daily Express of that date.

Addled by too much drink, and in financial difficulties from which he was bailed out by a financier Sir Henry Strakosh, Churchill became a tool of international Zionism to lead Britain into continuing the Jewish war of international capitalism against the German Nationalist Socialist state, which was becoming a global example of efficiency in government, putting to shame the capitalist model, and also standing alone against the Jewish-Bolshevist menace of communism spreading throughout Europe.

If the truth is ever widely known Churchill will be far more widely viewed as the greatest malefactor of modern British history, and a barbarian of millennial proportions.

To the establishment, such a character demolition of Churchill would be completely intolerable, as the perpetuation of the Churchill myth is as important to the British as the Holocaust is to the Jews. So today, as I meandered through the house that this malevolent warmonger once inhabited, it is not surprising that the vast majority of people still believe that he was a national hero, for that is how he was presented, and has now been for the sixty years since the end of the war, which he perpetuated and inflamed in the face of repeated German peace initiatives, and the myth is still carefully perpetuated.

To understand otherwise is indeed to turn history on its head, a perspective from which events of the twentieth century make a lot more sense once you start to investigate, question the common beliefs and read outside of the propaganda version of events.

You don't believe it? Then all you need to do is open your mind and do some research - the truth is out there - search the Internet.

Chartwell itself is not particularly grand, as English grand houses go, and it is expectably a shrine of Churchill glorification and memorabilia. There is a plaque commemorating the ten or so "friends" of Churchill who purchased Chartwell for the National Trust, when he was again in financial dire straits, a collection of the absolute upper crust of British aristocracy, barons, earls and viscounts, and a Mr James deRothschilde.

One of the volunteer NT staff knew of the earlier financial bail out by Strakosh, in the 1930's to the extent of £20,000, but I don't think one person in a thousand who visits Chartwell has the slightest inkling of any of the historical controversy that now surrounds Churchill, and his role in perpetuating the Jews war on Germany, and how his policy as a drunken dupe of Zionism brought so much suffering on both the British and the German people, and left the despicable legacy of aerial bombing of civilian targets as an "acceptable" form of modern warfare.

Truly Churchill was a British savage, more brutally violent and uncivilized than any Hottentot cannibal that had the misfortune to fall under the British imperial yoke. This because he was the one primarily responsible for civilian aerial bombing being adopted as a WW2 strategy, the ethnic cleansing of about 16 million Germans after the so called peace, the death of several million people in planned famines after the surrender of Germany during the so called "peace", and, in concert with Roosevelt for selling half of Europe into communist slavery for fifty years, through the Yalta agreements with Stalin, which was the main dividend of WW2. And you were told it was all to defend "freedom and democracy", weren't you?

Churchill, the fool, the "drunken dupe of Zionism", himself after the war remarked, "I think we killed the wrong pig", meaning he then realised that the war should not have been fought against Germany, but against Russia! Hitler was right, as subsequent events have proved.

As for the sheeple visiting Chartwell, they almost all really do believe WW2 was all that nasty fellow Mr. Hitler's fault, completely. So gullible are the Goyim, I hold out little hope of their salvation or eventual enlightenment. The ignorance of the masses is profound!

20th May, 2007, Sunday. Another National Trust woodland site provided our free accommodation for the night before we set off for Polesden Lacey, a grand mansion decorated in Edwardian style, and set in a 1,400 acre estate. This was a really interesting house and one is able ton fully meander through the rooms which are not cordoned off, with one only able to peer in from the doorway, as is the case in many NT houses. The only drawback is that it is incomplete, as the kitchens, servants quarters and bedrooms are not open for display.

The reason given is that was the way the donor specified it in Mrs Greville's will, some 60 years ago. The unreality of it all is the striking feature. Pictures of pompous buffoons bedecked in plumed uniforms, gold regalia and medals adorn the walls. Do the English see this as the reality of their former selves? This was very much a minority lifestyle of the ruling elite, for the majority of the populace nothing so grand, poverty and grind, but little of their story is preserved , and I wonder how many of the English today, visiting Polesden Lacey in their hundreds stop to contemplate the reality of English life in bygone times, or do they simply engage in fantasies that this is how it was for everyone, when Britain was Great?

That so much wealth accumulated in the hands of the ruling class is I think an indication of the intended direction of the present global economic order. For a time in the mid twentieth century there was an ascendant middle class, to which a large stratum of Australians at any rate aspired, and with realistic expectations, but it is fading as the phenomenon of Globalization takes root around the world. We see the trends clearly in the escalation of corporate executive remuneration, and inflating housing prices, while workers are put on to insecure individual contracts with reduced wages and benefits, and told it is good and necessary progress. It is the new feudalism.

Clones, Sharon remarked about the NT volunteers, all of the one class, as evidenced by their accents, almost all elderly, exclusively English, and so far no individual colorful personalities of note, all offering a similar reaction to questions, conservative stereotyped answers. Is there no spice, no scandal, no controversy in these National Trust properties? I'll bet there is, but the clones either don't know or won't say. Oh, and there are no black faces here, perhaps this is like a time capsule of what was the real England, as once it was. Same goes for the visitors, not a Paki or a Hottentot did we see among them. Will the National Trust eventually die of terminal irrelevance?

21st May, 2007, Monday. Many NT properties are closed on Monday, so this is to be our "day off" after visiting NT houses three days running. The Godalming Navigation's prove a dead loss after we are misinformed as to the availability of suitable parking by the delightfully friendly but totally ignorant NT staff at the Canal Center in Guilford, and engage in a wild goose chase only to find height barricaded car parks, and bridges so narrow we can't get across. Never listen to locals, they seem appallingly ignorant of their own area, world wide. We settle for the night at the Park & Ride at Abbots wood NE of Guilford.

Tomorrow will be a better day,we hope. This is the first difficult experience we have had in finding a reasonably good place to overnight, which indicates to me two things. Firstly, how great an improvement it is to have the highly detailed 1:50,000 scale Ordinance Survey maps, for the whole country, to facilitate finding good likely SONP's. Secondly, what a real shit of a place Britain is for facilities for campervans, compared to Europe in general, and France in particular. The NT places are great if you are interested in such things, but it is no wonder that the most British campervanners we have met have been traveling in Europe, they don't tour in their own country because there are no facilities for them, and I agree. I'll enjoy the NT tour, but next year it will be Europe as usual, so much nicer.

22nd Mat, 2007, Tuesday. Guilford P&R. A fairly quiet night except for the distant hum of a major road until late, but this was a good place to stop. We drove to Black Down National Trust forest parking and resealed the back windows of the van before driving on to Petworth House. Interesting for its well preserved kitchen and servants quarters. The building itself is not very attractive by comparison with other great houses, almost a plain blockhouse style. Crammed with art works particularly many by Turner that were painted at the house, Petworth is as much an art gallery as a home. Interestingly many of the art works were used to pay off death duties, but still hang in the same places they have always been, but now nominally belong to the Tait Gallery, having been accepted by the state in lieu of taxes, then given to the Tait by the state, and the Tait Gallery decides they should remain where they originally were!

Now all this is beginning to make me think that there is a far too comfortable relationship between the Aristocracy and the National Trust and the "government", which allows these rather useless upper crust aristocrats, such as the dynastic owners of Petworth, to have their cake and eat it too, or rather use their assets to nominally pay the taxes, in particular death duties, which for ordinary Britons have a real and very serious financial impact, yet still in reality retain the asset, just as it was with no more than a book keeping entry which now says it belongs to the state. In the case of Petworth the family still live in the house, and still own the vast estates of over 100,000 acres, which is a lot of land in overcrowded Britain. The Turners with which they "paid" their taxes still hang on the same wall where they have been for centuries!

Many of the National Trust volunteers seem like Aristocracy aficionados, and I can't help wondering just how class ridden Britain still is, in reality, despite the politically correct mantra about democratic equality. They are accustomed to answering questions on the detail of the artifacts in, and the history of the houses, but few are able to give a relevant reply to any question about the general social relationships, economics or political events of the times when these places were the real center of English aristocratic life. There is an altitude of reverence in the response of most concerning the aristocratic ancestors of the "donors" of the properties, which I think goes beyond just a recognition of their countries history, but a reverence for the old system of feudalism and nobility, which was a system of gross inequality of opportunity, privilege and repression of the vast majority of the populace.

Interestingly in my opinion the most informed volunteer I have come across was a Swiss lady who had married into the English middle class and now worked part time as a NT volunteer. Her understanding of the state of the world and the of the aristocracy and its politics was a cut above the vast majority of the middle class English NT volunteers. The ignorance of the masses is profound, and the same goes for the English middle class. I don't think they have any idea of what their Empire and their pompous aristocratic dominated society represented to the rest of the world. I am finding my opinion drifting to a view that the now half dead aristocracy of England once represented a level of arrogance and self interested ignorance that from a modern perspective beggars belief, and it is a testimony to the ingrained class subservience that still pervades English society that the remnants of it continue to linger on into the modern age, and are still widely accepted by the populace.

I think that the old class divisions and inbred subservience to authority, as represented by the aristocracy, is one of the reasons for the peculiar level of regimentation that the English accept in their lives, the "fine" society, the "fee" society, the barriers, barricades, ever present urban security cameras, and the attitude of resigned acceptance to whatever new petty or major repression "authority" serves up. Because that's the way things are!

While Europe once had the same aristocratic political system as Britain, Europeans have more completely shaken off the yoke of class repression than Britons. Europe still has its history, castles and mansions, and has also its sense of history, but has more effectively moved on from the old repressive system in a way that Britain has been unable to do. The effect is I feel reflected in the higher standard of living western Europeans enjoy, their better public infrastructure, in particular the roads, and better public facilities in general. England is a land of private wealth and public poverty in comparison to western Europe, a feudalism of the mind lingers on here. The English inflict upon themselves, by docile acceptance, the oppressions of which one often hears them grumble.

It is not merely a matter of symbolism, or the continued existence of the Monarchy. Australia also still accepts the monarchy as an institute of state, although in both nations there are opponents of it. Doing away with the monarchy would not in my view change the situation much, as it is a matter of mind set permitting the petty repressive political situation to persist. Removing some of the symbolism alone without changing the mind set of the populace would only allow a new form of repression to displace the old. Strangely the people who claim to have given the world freedom have in this sense failed to fully seize it for themselves.

23rd May, 2007, Wednesday. Harting Down NT Sussex. Summer is here. Visited Uppark restored completely after a major fire in 1989 occurred during welding lead on the roof as part of earlier renovations. The process of restoration which is shown in a museum display with audio visuals is almost as interesting as the house itself. Dutch style 17thC villa. Built after the Civil War of Oliver Cromwell.

From my study of real history, which isn't widely known because it might reflect less than favourably of things Jewish, it seems that Cromwell was financed in his rebellion against the King of England by wealthy Jewish merchants from Amsterdam, who agreed to finance and equip Cromwell upon his agreement that if his revolution succeeded, the Jews would be allowed to return to England, from where they had been expelled in the 1300's by the King of the time, because of the problems and resentment they caused by their practice of usury, lending money at extraordinarily high rates of interest, among other allegations and grievances against them. Shortly following Cromwell's rebellion, and the civil war, the Jews were sure enough allowed to return to England, and from there on went from strength to strength to soon effectively controled the country.

The English revolution of Oliver Cromwell was the first of a long series of revolutions in Europe financed and inspired by wealthy Jews, including the French Revolution, the series of attempted but unsuccessful revolutions which affected many European kingdoms in 1848, the Russian Revolution of 1917, and the attempted revolution in Germany in 1918 of Kurt Eisner and Rosa Luxembourg.

You never heard of this? Well you see it's REAL HISTORY, and because it involves Jews, in a way not amounting to hearty approbation and lavish praise, it simply isn't politically correct that it be widely publicized anymore.

Strangely one of the best sources of some of this REAL HISTORY is the Jewish Encyclopedia, widely available and referenced on the internet. The Jews tell their own history quite frankly and sometimes with a degree of honesty no longer found in conventional modern histories, in media intended for mainly Jewish consumption, that will be little read by the Goyim. Therein it is just history, but if a Goy, like me, quotes it, being a reference less than glowing about the Jews, that makes him, or me, an Anti Semite. Do you understand?

24th May, 2007, Thursday. Pepperbox Hill NT, Wiltshire. Problems today with leaking taps in the bathroom. I decided to check that water was not seeping into the framework of the van and proceeded to remove one of the plastic panels to get at the taps next to the basin. Wrong panel, it gave no access, curses, the problems of first finding how to do a job are often worse than the job. After replacing the kitchen sink taps last year when the micro switches in them failed I was not looking forward to having to do the same in the bathroom. The only other way to get at the taps was to remove the basin, which proved quite easy and it had been installed with sufficient slack in the flexible drain pipe to enable easy removal. I could now inspect under the taps and fortunately there was no sign of water leaking into places where it could cause rot in the framework. I shall have to replace both the basin and shower tap sets as the micro switch in one has failed and both are leaking.

I'd brought some new wiper blade inserts from home, they had cost me about one Pound, but they didn't fit so I called at a Halfords shop, home of rip off prices, in Salisbury, for windscreen wiper blades, just the blade inserts were £7.99. Instead I bought a complete new set of wiper blades at Tesco Extra in Salisbury for £2.97. I have noted Halfords rip off prices on many items before, and I am amazed that they survive in business. There can't be any large scale competition with a wide product range, for if there were you would be mad to shop there by choice.

Because of the odd days that NT properties are closed we have decided to deviate from our originally intended course and head west to Stourhead in Wiltshire.

25th May, 2007, Friday. White Hill Down NT, Wiltshire. Another quiet FREE night was spent in the NT parking area for White Hill Down. NT parking areas are devoid of any facilities for campervans, don't even have any rubbish bins for visitors, but they don't usually have any height barriers and are mostly in fairly quiet places. Frequently there are signs saying "thieves target vehicles", in such places so we are careful at what time of day we leave the van unattended to go for a walk. Early morning seems a safe time, also just before dusk, as usually there are no other visitors then and thieves would be less likely to be cruising by in search of victims as they would know it was unlikely that there would be any cars there at the time.

We drove to another NT parking area at King Alfred's Tower, near Stourhead. An excellent SONP, quiet and secluded. The tower is a 54 meter tall triangular brick structure described as a folly built by one Henry Hoare the II about 1772.

Stourhead proved to be one of the gems of our tour so far, with magnificent gardens and a wonderful collection of Chippendale furniture. It also has magnificent gardens set around a large lake, replete with grottos and replicas of classical buildings such as the Pantheon in Rome and the temple of Apollo. The extravagance of these English aristocrats seems to know bounds.

It was the home of a banking family, the Hoare's who in the 17th century engaged in early banking practices such as goldsmithing, storage of valuables and money lending, to such an extent that I wondered if they were Jewish. However according to one of the NT volunteers they were apparently of Gentile extraction, and had merely aped the Jewish practices it seems, leading to their immense wealth. The family remains a private banking organization in the UK today, most of their similar private compatriots have all been taken over by large corporatists.

Along the way we detected several unencrypted 802.11g standard wireless Internet networks, proving that even in rural England that you can connect to the Internet for free.

26th May, Sat, 2007. King Alfred's Tower NT. A day of relaxation in the pleasant forest surroundings and a visit to the tower.

Trying to listen to English radio is an exercise in inanity. Even the BBC has succumbed to the tide of drivel that now pervades the airwaves of all of the so called "democracies". A protracted discussion on the political correctness of someone using the word "gay" to describe a new model car, with numerous talk back responses from outraged militant poofters, was the weeks high point in absurdity. Even the news headlines contain such items as as controversy over the Australian "Big Brother" TV program, and little else. Totally devoid of any real news, current affairs, or intelligent discussion of anything, radio in Britain has degenerated to an anthology of irrelevant trivia and politically correct nonsense, that is a kind of fetid audio sludge which one can only stomach for a few minutes before switching off, lest some of the puerile propaganda of mental enfeeblement stick to ones boots or rattle ones brains. This is the lowest level of dummed down media I have yet come across anywhere. It is part of the deliberate dumbing down of the common people which is going on all over the western world where similar trends are evident. The brain dead sheeple, their gray cells drowned in the swirl of brainless media sludge that passes for TV and radio entertainment, become ever more docile and unable to contemplate the reality of what is being done to them, as their minds are focused on an artificial diet of inane trivia and sport. Anything to prevent them from seeing the declining reality of their condition in the New World Order.

We returned to the Alfred's Tower parking area for dinner and were about to settle down when several carloads of youths with a couple of teenage girls with them came to the parking area, playing loud music and stood around talking, juggling balls playing water pistols and also drinking alcohol. While they made no threatening moves to us at all and would probably have later departed, we decided we did not like the idea of some of them perhaps becoming drunk later. Se we decided to depart and leave them to their activities, and headed for another parking area shown on our detailed maps at the ruins of Cadbury Castle, which was also along the route we intended to take to our next national Trust house.

27th May, 2007, Sunday. Cadbury Castle Somerset. Free form the hi jinks of unruly teenagers, we spent a quiet night in a small parking area apparently provided by the local council for people to use to explore the site of the ancient site of Cadbury castle, an Iron age hill fort where there was later a wooden castle. It was too wet to explore. Visit to Montaque House a most interesting 16th century house, from an earlier age than most of the properties we have recently seen.

In Yeovil I was again able to easily gain access to the Internet to get E-mail through unsecured domestic wireless networks. At one time people were posting on the internet the locations of such open networks, but now I find they are so common that you only have to drive down any suburban street, preferably in middle class residential areas, where they are more common, and the Net Stumbler detector program registers numerous unsecured wireless networks. The only difficulty is finding somewhere to park the campervan for a few minutes, for that is all it takes. The network's owners don't even know someone has connected to their network, and it costs them nothing. I am astounded at how easy it is. The wireless network card I use is an ASUS with a small fold down antenna, claimed to be an extended range card, which I have tested at home with my own network, and which works effectively at over 100 meters from the network hub. Often the signal registers "excellent" or "very good" strength while just parked in the street. Usually I have no idea exactly where the hub is to which I connect, it could be in any of the houses within about 100 meters. So contrary to the nonsense spouted on the internet, there is in reality absolutely no risk of getting caught. "Caught", doing what, accepting an open invitation to connect which the unsecured hubs are broadcasting to the world. And what of it, using a few kilobytes of data that will have zero practical effect on, or cost to, the network owner?

28th May, 2007, Monday. Ham Hill Country Park, Somerset. Very cold, windy and rain all night, it isn't quite summer in England yet. Castle Drogo a reproduction castle & Finch Foundary, nineteenth century industrial working museum.

29th May, 2007, Tuesday. Abbeyford Woods Devon. We had intended to have a holiday for the day in Abbeyford Woods, but delightful as it was the shaded location was too cold, with little sunlight reaching us, so back to work as tourists it was. A delightful walk in Lydford Gorge NT. Waterfalls and whirlpools, a three hour walk and picnic.

In the FEE society of England, you have pay to walk in a gorge, unless you are a member of the National Trust, when its included with your annual fee of about £72 per couple, otherwise £5.20 each for a stroll in Lydford Gorge, thank you very much. There are many areas owned by the National Trust, hillsides, coastline and forests, where there is no fee, but for anything a bit more spectacular the inevitable fee applies.

Praise be to the force that such miserable "fees" have not yet invaded Australia. Any politician that even suggests them should immediately be strung up from the nearest gum tree, no questions asked! The state should "own" such natural places, which should be freely available for all citizens and travelers to enjoy, without any need for membership of anything, other than the human race! The very fact that every square inch of land has to be "owned" by someone is a reflection of the greed society, where every value is reduced to monetary terms, a very Jewish outlook on life, and perhaps an indication of the insidious extent to which such foreign values have gradually infested, corrupted and debased the English culture since the Civil War.

 

30th May, 2007, Wednesday. Horrabridge, Devon. Dartmore ponies with a newborn foal came to graze in the parking area where we had spent the night. Wet and cold, yet it is almost summer. This is the coldest May we have experienced in England. We traveled on to Plymouth to find only our second Aldi store so far and to visit the National Trust property Saltram.

Saltram was a very interesting house with original furnishings. The volunteers were particularly helpful as they didn't use the room data sheets common in most houses, but volunteered information as soon as you entered a room. Saltram has an excellent Victorian kitchen with a meat pickling room in additional to the usual pantry, scullery, pastry room and main kitchen we have seen in most houses. Like many houses of the period it has numerous Chinese artifacts and Chinese wallpaper which obviously had become a real fad among the upper crusters in the nineteenth century.

Most of the Chinese art which we have seen in many of the National Trust houses would have been imported by the British East India Company, who paid the Chinese in Opium, which they grew or bought in India, Pakistan and Afghanistan, as the areas are known today. The British were the original, and worlds greatest drug pushers, and literally forced the Opium trade on to the Chinese with military force, leading to the so called Opium Wars. The Chinese Emperor tried to resist the drug trade which resulted in millions of Chinese becoming drug addicts, but the British forced the trade to continue, to the point of going to war with China over it.

One of the NT volunteers knew of the Opium wars, even though it is now obscure history, and he said they were told not to talk about it. I had read of this first about five years ago on the Internet, where real history can still be found. The opium wars are mentioned in conventional history texts, and not suppressed as much as other controversial matters of British and other world history of the twentieth century. However few people know any details of this insidious, immoral and inhumane behavior by the worlds then dominant Empire against the then militarily weak China which then possessed only obsolete medieval military technology.

The British upper class grew incredibly wealthy, partly on the odious suffering deliberately inflicted on the Chinese by their "Evil Empire". I wonder if the chinese have forgotten the insult and injury heaped upon them by the British, and if they will one day have their revenge? The worldwide arrogance of the British during their days of Imperial superiority would be suitably repaid only by a military defeat, with Chinese troops marching twelve abreast down the Mall, and the Queen of England publicly kissing the Chinese Emperors arse in Westminster cathedral, on international television. Rule Britannia! No more, my Pommy mates, you are now the slaves of the New World Order.

The fridge refused to run on gas. The flame would light but a fault in the flame control mechanism immediately turned it out when the safety control knob was released. Dismantled and inspected as far as I felt confident, but couldn't solve the problem. I was able to connect to the Internet to get the address of some Campervan and refrigeration places to see if they can help fix it, and also get some trouble shooting tips on the Electrolux fridges.

31st May, 2007, Thursday. Dartmore. We returned to a parking area on the moor, a little off the road, quiet at night but the road became noisy early next morning. Plymouth Caravan Centre, one of the places I located via the Internet yesterday, had in stock some taps that would fit our basin and shower. They cost over £70 for a couple of plastic taps with micro switches. In Germany last year similar taps were about €30 each, far cheaper. Like almost everything else in the UK prices are exorbitant compared to all the European countries.

The problem with the fridge seemed to be that the thermocouple control was burnt our and the dealer had a replacement, but the wiring of it was too short, he could order in a longer one which should arrive by Monday. So we decided to vary our itinary and stay around Plymouth until them by visiting several of the nearby National Trust houses that were not originally on our list. We are able to operate the fridge on gas by jambing open the control knob by wedging a telescopic trekking pole between it and the table. Necessity is the mother of invention.

I disassembled the fridge burner and removed the thermocouple flame control, which was obviously burnt out on inspection. Replacing the bathroom taps took over two hours, and then we decided to retire to the moors in plenty of time to enjoy a nice home cooked dinner. In removing the thermocouple I found how to disassemble the burner which proved to be easier than I had feared. The burner itself was in good condition although there were a number of rust flakes fallen down from inside the boiler, so I hope that doesn't corrode through while we still have the van.

The new taps worked OK, so it seemed, until I went to have a shower next day. The design of the taps has the valve well open before the micro switch actuates the pump, so you can't have a slow stream of water from either the hot or cold tap of the shower, both are almost full on or nothing, which makes regulating the temperature difficult. Stupid design, the new taps on the sink fitted last year actuate the pump before the valve opens, so fine control of the flow is possible. Had I realized this problem I would have not bought these taps, but looked around for a better design, such as the ones on the sink. So if you need to replace taps in a camper, check to see that the micro switch clicks before the tap is turned much, and don't buy any tap where the valve is wide open before the switch is actuated.

1st June, 2007, Friday. Roborough Down, Dartmore. Today a visit to Buckland Abbey which was not on our originally planned itinary. It was the home of Sir Francis Drake and is partly a Drake museum as well as having interest as an ex abbey converted into a grand house after the abolition of the monasteries in England. There are several pleasant walks of up to five kilometers around the estate of some 600 acres through meadows and woods. An interesting place, different from the usual run of National Trust houses because of the museum aspects and models and stage props of Drake's ships, and the unusual monastic history of the building which was converted to a house through extensive alterations.

After taking the 5Km walk we returned to another location on Roborough Down where there are numerous SONP's for campervans. The area appears to be a disused artillery firing range with numerous embankments around old gun emplacements and abandoned concrete pads on the meadows which make excellent quiet parking places for a campervan overnight to visit NT properties nearby.

Drake, yet another English "hero", was in reality an international pirate, looting Spanish ships and ports. The English were no better than anyone else when it came to international banditry, looting and lawlessness. When the Spanish Empire was ascendant and Englishmen coveted their wealth, they went out and stole it. Piracy, banditry and brigandry on a national scale, that's what it all amounted to, and the English were into it up to their necks, as was the way of the times. In fact little has changed, now they are doing the same thing in Iraq and Afghanistan as sidekicks to the American Imperialists. Practically the whole world has reason to resent the English, and now the Americans for their international banditry. In Drake's time it was probably more honest, war was openly for loot and land, colonies and power.

No sanctimonious crap then about fighting for freedom and democracy then. The upper crust fought for loot and booty, and the peasants because they were often forced into it, for example the press gangs, kidnapping men off the streets of port towns and forcing them to serve as sailors on British warships. If they resisted they were flogged or hanged. It's all a bit more subtle now! The spin doctors tell the sheeple they must fight for "freedom" or fight for "democracy", because terrorists "hate our freedom"!. Bullshit all of it. The story is the same, wars are fought for money and power, and no other reason. The British and the Americans have caused all of the major conflicts of the nineteenth and twentieth centauries, and behind their greed and warmongering are the international bankers, who in reality control both these modern imperialists.

Benjamin Disraeli the part Jewish nineteenth century British Prime Minister recognized that the real history of the British Empire had never been told, and contemplated the resultant astonishment and tumult if any man had both the knowledge and the ability to write it.

2nd June, 2007, Saturday. Roborough Down, Dartmore. Visited Cothele a 14th century manor house in Cornwall with a large collection of mediaeval tapestries. Returned to Roborough Down for the night.

I am interested in the total history of this country, not only the part that is presented by the National Trust. What you see preserved generally gives a very narrow view of England's history, and because it presents the record of the gentry, almost exclusively, it is a very romanticized view of life in times of yore.

I have been reading an interesting history of the Bank of England published in 1912 entitled " The Bank of England's Charters. - The Cause of Our Social Distress, by Thomas W Huskinson, Published by Thomas King & Son, Westminster, (full text obtained from the Internet) there are some excellent references to the economic conditions of the seventeenth to nineteenth centauries. In particular to the economic booms and busts caused by the Bank of England policies resulting from its charter, and the often dire conditions of the new industrial working class.

The Corporation of the Bank of England was established in 1694 by a charter granted by King William the third granting the bank the right to issue the currency of the Kingdom in exchange for a loan of £1,200,000 from the original proprietors of the bank, to fight one of his wars. A group of private individuals were thus given, and their descendants still hold, the monopoly of issuing England's currency. Although a Scotsman named William Patterson is often referred to as a principle proposing this arrangement to the King, I have no doubt that most of the original proprietors of the Bank of England were Jews. Jews had earlier in the seventeenth century been allowed to return to England by Oliver Cromwell following his rebellion, which was financed by wealthy Jews from Amsterdam, which was then the center of global finance.

One good source of the history of this matter is the work by Isaac Disraeli, father of Benjamin Earl of Beaconsfield, his two volume life of Charles I was published in 1851. A work of astonishing detail and insight, much information for which, he states, was obtained from the records of one Melchior de Salom, French envoy in England during that period.

It was the intention that if Cromwell's rebellion succeeded, as it did, he would readmit the Jews to England, from whence they had been expelled in the year 1,290 by King Edward the first. The establishment of a central bank would have been one of the major objectives of Jewry following their readmission to England. In 1793 following the French Revolution and the invasion of Holland by France, the center of international banking, which has always been principally Jewish controlled, was moved from Amsterdam to London, where the Bank of England was already under Jewish control for a hundred years.

In 1812 Nathan Rothschilde, doyen of the London Jewish bankers, obtained a huge holding of the Consoles, the instruments of the English national debt, at an enormous discount in a famous market manipulation following the defeat of Napoleon by the Duke of Wellington at Waterloo. According to Hutskinson about 125 persons held almost the entire national debt of England by 1,815, and were receiving millions of pounds annually in interest payments, while almost the entire industrial working class lived in almost abject poverty, which by 1830 was so bad that revolution was in the offing.

One of the major points made by Huskinson is that before William III allowed the Bank of England to come into being there had not been a whole class of persons who lived in the kind of abject poverty which pervaded the industrial working class by the late eighteenth and early nineteenth century. Through numerous economic booms and busts repeated inquiries of the day, referenced by Huskinson, pointed to the unstable economic conditions being directly attributable to the actions of the Bank of England acting under the terms of it's charter. Yet despite such repeated findings, no attempt in parliament to change the charter and thus regulate the bank in the better interests of economic stability of the nation as a whole was successful in the long term, apart from several short term expedient actions taken in dire emergency. So the parliamentary government of the worlds great "democracy" found itself repeatedly unable to effectively regulate the bank in the interests of the majority.

Benjamin Disraeli ex Prime Minister of Britain in 1844 wrote "The world is governed by very different personages from what is imagined by those who are not behind the scenes". and the evidence points to him referring to the behind the scenes control of government by the international bankers, of whom the proprietors of the Bank of England are prime examples.

The long term effect of the Bank's actions was the concentration of wealth in fewer hands, the suppression of the emergent working class to a general state of abject poverty, and the repeated occurrence of boom and bust. Coupled with the forgoing matters was the progressive destitution of the landed aristocracy of England, and the accumulation of wealth in the hands of the usurers, the bankers. Does it all sound a little too familiar to the history of our own times?

The death duties in England of 40% on large estates, which still exist and because of the huge currency inflation of the late twentieth century, are now affecting ordinary home owners, are the principle reason that so many large properties came into the National Trust after 1946, when an amendment to the death duties laws enabled the duty to be paid by gifting part of an estate to the National Trust. The landed aristocracy had few assets apart from their land and house left by then, after several centuries of userous banking practices.

With bank credit based on the gold standard, and by means of fractional reserve banking, the banks could earn interest on ten times the value of the gold they had on deposit, annual returns of 30% with no more work than a few book entries, but the land owner or his tenant farmer could earn only about 4% from his assets by full time hard work.

The Huskinson book gives an interesting insight not only to a major sector of society, whose history you will see almost nothing of in the view afforded by the record preserved by the National Trust, but also into the causes of the wealth generation and concentration of the time, which enabled many of these grand mansions to be built, as many of them were in the late eighteenth century.

The incomplete historical picture afforded by the National Trust is not necessarily a deliberately misleading one, for as I have earlier pointed out, there are sound reasons why the Trust has preserved the grand mansions and omitted the nineteenth centaury hovels of the working class. However to the less inquiring mind the picture of England's past presented by this view would be a romanticized, limited and overall very inaccurate one.

3rd June, 2007, Sunday. Roborough Down, Dartmore. There aren't any more NT properties nearby so today we went for a drive on Dartmore to Burrator Reservoir intending to drive around and perhaps find a place to park. The road proved too narrow in one place and parking was inadequate for the numbers of cars around. England is everywhere inadequately provided with parking, just another manifestation of the general lack of free public facilities. We drove up onto the moor along the road to Princetown where there are several parking areas and went walking on the moor several times among the wild ponies that are numerous on Dartmore, intermingled with the sheep and cattle that graze everywhere.

4th June, 2007, Monday. Stone Row, Dartmore. We arose late and drove back toward Plymouth hoping that the part for our fridge would be ready. It arrived soon after we did at the dealers and I was able to install it and repair the fridge. We could now resume our tour and headed west over the Tamar bridge, where there is a one way toll, only charged to traffic coming east from Cornwall. This is similar to the toll on the Severn Bridge going into Wale, but free going East back into England.

5th June, 2007, Tuesday. Hart Wood Cornwall. We had stopped for the night in another of the small forest parking areas where morning dog walking is the only disturbance to the tranquility of the woods. This one wasn't even marked on our OS 50K maps, although several nearby that were turned out to be the National Trust car parks for Landhydrock estate.

Our visit to Lanhdyrock near Bodmin proved to be one of the most interesting so far. A huge Victorian mansion set in magnificent gardens the house has some fifty rooms open to visitors including kitchens, servants quarters and the usual grand rooms. A house with thirty servants and fifty estate workers in its time, it was given to the NT in 1956, among that great deluge of such "donations" that took place in the ten years after WW2. Apart from the death duties amendment to Britain's tax laws in about 1946, there must have been other changes in economic conditions that brought about the situation. The house was in full operation until the early 1950's and remnants of the donor family continued to live there until the late 1990's.

These houses demonstrate a degree of wealth which staggers the mind. They are palaces filled with the finest ornate furniture and artifacts from around the world, set in many acres of manicured botanic gardens, and often surrounded by hundreds or even thousands of acres of private deer park, forest or tenanted farmland. These houses flourished in a time when there emerged into the English world a great new industrial working class of men who lived in almost abject poverty in tenement hovels of miserable proportions, where the food on the table was barely sufficient to sustain life.

I wonder how many of them still exist in private hands, and if they do who are the present owners? It seems, as I have previously written, that the real wealthy elite of the present age are deliberately less visible. There are of course the highly visible sports and movie stars, the Bill Gates and the Sultans of Brunei, who are in the popular mind of the sheeple, the rich of the world. I do not believe this is more than the tip of the iceberg of wealth, and is in fact an illusion encouraged in the mass media to camouflage the identity of the really wealthy.

Of course the visibly wealthy are rich by the standards of the common heard, with a few hundred million or a couple of billion dollars to their name. Even many ordinary people are today millionaires a couple of times over if they own a house and have a few investments, but the large figures of such wealth are really a testament to the excesses of monetary and asset price inflation that have run riot during the second half of the twentieth century than real measures of wealth.

No, the real modern wealthy are far richer than Bill Gates and the Sultan of Brunei, the lessons of history tell me it must be so. Concentration of wealth has been a long term trend, accelerating since the adoption of institutions such as the Bank of England and the Federal Reserve Bank of the USA and their kindred institutions in other nations, with the practice of fractional reserve banking. Combined with the wealth generated by the three industrial revolutions, the mechanization by steam power or original industrial revolution of the eighteenth centaury, the agricultural mechanization revolution of the early twentieth century, attributable to the internal combustion engine, and the computerization revolution of the late twentieth century, which have all generated immense wealth. In the National Trust houses we see the fruits of only the first industrial revolution, but it is undoubted that each of the succeeding technological leaps forward also generated profound increases in wealth. Some has flowed down to the ordinary people in the "western democracies", and a little has reached the rest of the world. I believe the majority is still being concentrated in the hands of a super wealthy elite. They will be the bankers, international and national, and the owners of the trans national corporations that now bestride the globe, and largely they are to the multitude anonymous figures. Occasionally a name pops up like George Soros, of a couple of the new Russian Jewish mega billionaires into whose hands fell much of Russia's wealth after the fall of the Soviet Union. But most are unknown outside of specialist financial circles. To the sheeple of the so called democracies, their brains numbed by the mindless mass media diet of trivia, sport and inanity, the questions I pose do not even exist, so complete is their subjugation, not even approaching comparatively the modern status of a neo serf.

In the libraries of these great National Trust houses you will find them overflowing with the literature, philosophy, religion, social commentary, history and technology of the times. Although much of these writings are now known scientifically to be the most absurd drivel, their owners were not ignorant of the learning available in their own times. They had most definitely not been dumbed down like the modern masses, the common herd of sheeple. They understood I believe, something I have often stated in these commentaries. Knowledge is power!

Their dusty tomes now lie unread, moldering on the shelves of the mansions, the store of knowledge is now so much expanded, yet for a major stratum of contemporary society a creeping ignorance pervades the land in England, Australia and the USA, in all the modern world. For ignorance permits of quiet oppression, of a kind voluntarily entered into by so many of today's people, easily seduced by mental sloth, their primary animal needs easily and cheaply provided for in our modern world, the sheeple slumber hypnotized before the idiot box, a drip feed of mental sludge fills their skulls with nonsense. Knowledge is all around them, at their very fingertips through the Internet, but the sheeple fail to grasp it, they cannot ask, or do not ask, why is it so?

By this almost voluntary ignorance, so carefully and seductively instilled into the feeble brains of the 85% of mankind that can not, or will not reason for themselves, coupled with the fashionable belief in "democracy", we in fact live in an "idiotocracy", where the majority of the dumbed down sheeple, believing in the illusion of democracy effectively permit us all to be the exploited victims of the ruling elite.

An "idiotocracy" is effectively government by the most stupid, not exercising power for themselves, but permitting, by their ignorance, their own manipulation of opinion to do the bidding of the string pullers who control the mass media. So total is the deception to the stupid that they believe their "idiocy" to be in fact democracy. To the extent that they think at all, they wonder, how often they wonder, why it never seems to work out like they hoped it would. It is just that, they hoped it would, and being incapable of deeper reasoning, failed to grasp the reality of their own manipulated status. The ignorance of the masses is profound.

6th June, 2007, Wednesday. Hart Wood Cornwall. Summer again, two days in a row. The Cornish Mine engines of Redruth provided an interesting and very different diversion from the grand houses, and offered some insight of the life of a sector of the common heard, the Cornish miners. The early applications of steam power in the early days of the first industrial revolution enabled the mechanization of mining and mine drainage when Cornwall was the tin mining centre of the world, combining its natural resources with the inventiveness of English Engineers to cater to the increasing demands of the world for tin and copper.

While the wealthy owners of the mines built their obscenely grandiose mansions, one of which we toured only yesterday, the miners, some only children, slaved and died for sometimes as little as twelve shillings a month. If I were among the ignorant masses, it would tempt me to be a communist, except I know the truth about that too, a Jewish capitalist plot to enslave the world, so that would not help the situation. Hitler was right, and posterity will prove him to be the greatest statesman of the twentieth century!

7th June, 2007, Thursday. Deadman's Cove Cornwall. Today we continue south east along the rugged Cornish coast trough St.Ives to the Levant Mine where the National Trust operates one of the original steam powered mine engines, restored in 1,993 after sixty years of inactivity. A guided tour of the few remaining parts of the mine and the working steam engine, now powered by a modern unseen oil fired boiler, with incisive commentary on the life and work of the miners, was an interesting couple of hours.

It is noticeable that compared with the pristine condition in which the great houses that are maintained by the NT, the examples of Britain's industrial heritage are the poor relations. Untidy, unmade rough car park and much of the remaining machinery, apart from the main steam engine, being left to rust. Rough un mown surrounds and a toilet block in a black sheet iron shed, totally out of character with the surrounding stone buildings, betray the penny pinching attitude to these industrial heritage sites. The site was more unkempt than at Finch Foundry, which I also commend as a most interesting site.

I suspect that this aspect of Britain's history, with its stories of child labour and deadly poorly paid working conditions, are not a good fit with the romanticized view of history that the grand houses provide. Perhaps too much reality in history would draw attention to the grim saga of the British industrial working class, and the merciless exploitation they suffered at the hands of the ruling elite of the times, who lived in the grand houses, now maintained so lovingly by the national Trust. No breaks from death duties for the poor miners were needed, they would have been fortunate to have had anything left at the end of their arduous lives to leave in their wills, let alone have to worry about their descendants having to pay taxes on it.

The industrial heritage sites are among the most interesting we have seen, and are the only ones that can give some balance to the picture of eighteenth and nineteenth century life from the standpoint of the ordinary people. If one saw only the grand houses that the National Trust preserves one might fallaciously come to think of Britain's history as being one of fine art, beauty and grandeur, elegant sophistication and learning, as it was for the aristocracy, and a few very wealthy. Seeing the servants quarters of the grand houses helps the balance, for there are sometimes displayed details of the long hours worked by domestics and their low pay. But it is only by understanding the grueling hardships of the industrial working class, slaving long hours for a pittance barely adequate to subsist on, that one sees that it is as if they were a species apart from the privileged classes.

The arrogant disregard for the welfare of, and flagrant mercenary exploitation of their own people by the British ruling class, fits with and helps explain the military imperialist attitude to empire and the exploitation and suppression of any part of the world that had the misfortune to come to their attention. Not that the British were alone in this, nor any worse than their continental neighbors. In fact there is a general historical consensus that the British were the most benign of the European imperialist powers, and that a Hottentot could be thankful for having fallen under the British yoke rather than under that of another imperialist power.

We had intended to visit Trerice a medieval manor house near Newquay, but by the time we arrived it was too late in the day. The NT will not allow anyone to park overnight in the car parks of the houses citing "security" as the reason. What an absurd nonsense, as if tourists in campervans are going to break in during the night and steal the silver and the Chippendale furniture. The staff only knew vaguely of a lay by where we might park, but we were unable to find it from the scant details, and searched for a SONP around Newquay, but not finding anywhere suitable we bypassed Trerice and re routed away from the coast. There are about 300 NT houses in England so you don't need to see them all, and if there isn't a good SONP nearby, bye bye!

Coastal and holiday destinations in the UK are even worse for campervanning than the rest of it. Apart from the fact that British beaches are overbuilt and of poor standard for the international tourist, the towns are usually unpleasantly congested, particularly in the summer, and I recommend you keep well away from them. We eventually found a SONP for the night along the A39 north east of St Kew Highway.

8th June, 2007, Friday. Highway A39 St Kew Highway, Cornwall. Traveling along A39 we came across a number of rest areas with picnic tables, and one with a WC where water is available at a tap in the toilets. Such roadside facilities are rare in Britain so we noted the location of them all in our waypoint files.

We visited Arlington Court NT where one of the most interesting features is a comprehensive collection of horse drawn carriages dating from the early 1800's. The house itself is interesting inside, with an extensive collection of model ships, although the exterior is a displeasing mismatch of incompatible architectural styles.

We headed for the NT site at Heddon Shop, but finding there was nowhere to park overnight proceeded east towards Woody Bay. The roads into Heddon Shop are extremely narrow and the van only just fits brushing the overhanging soft foliage on both sides. The road east is steep, 25% grade posted, and any campervan much larger than ours would be well advised not to come here. Many of the minor roads in Britain are barely wide enough for a single vehicle and passing places are provided every few hundred meters where one vehicle must wait or back up to to pass. While it is amusing at first you soon tire of this anachronistic absurdity, yet another symptom of the backwardness of Britain compared with Europe. Even some of the A class roads are so narrow there is only a few inches to spare on either side when passing another vehicle and when two wide vehicles meet it is advisable to stop while the other inches slowly past with often barely room for the rear view mirrors to clear each other.

At a small gravel parking area overlooking Woody Bay we stopped for the night, and were joined by another campervan. We are seeing more of them on the road over the last few days since the official start of summer, but they ar not often found sharing the sort of free SONP's that we find using our detailed maps and GPS system. The coastal scenery is attractive, but there is very restricted access to the sea because of the high cliffs and lack of public land abutting the sea front. So my usual advice about the seaside in Britain still applies, don't bother with it, let the English love it to death themselves. We are near the sea because of the National Trust places we are visiting at present, not because the area is worth visiting to the international tourist.

9th June, 2007, Saturday. Overlooking Woody Bay, Devon. The A39 which is the main road through north Devon is very narrow, requiring extreme concentration on driving, which greatly detracts from the enjoyment of the otherwise pleasant undulating and rugged coastal scenery. Traffic is busy in summer and I am again reminded why I prefer driving in Europe to England, this place is overcrowded and many of the roads pitifully inadequate for modern requirements. The A39 in many places has no shoulder at all, not even any edge lining, and many sectors are hemmed in between banks of earth, or hedges, which you have to pass within 200mm of at whatever speed you choose to drive at in order to pass oncoming vehicles with only minimal clarence. This is NOT a country lane, but the only main highway in the area!

Visited Dunster Castle. Scullery Mail earned £18 per year the chief earned £75 per year in 1931.

We located a quiet forest parking area near the village of Holford to spend the night.

10th June, 2007, Sunday. Holford, Somerset. Proceeding North now on our way to Scotland, called a Weston Super Mare ASDA for supplies and fuel. Diesel was 94.9 pence per liter. About 50% dearer than it is in France and most of Europe. Visited Clevedon Manor and Tyntesfield near Bristol..

11th June, 2007, Monday. A38 Newport Glochestershire. Visited Berrington Hall NT after a long drive. Croft Castle was closed. Few SONPS along the road towards wales.

12th June, 2007, Tuesday. A489 Montgomeryshire Wales. A SONP in a layby again because there just wasn't anywhere better to be found underlines why this is not a campervan friendly place. We tried several side tracks into forest but they were all barricaded off. There are no parking areas marked on the maps for miles around so one is forced to use lay byes. The A489 is quiet at night but like almost all roads in Britain is busy in the early morning from about 5 AM with high speed traffic.

Visited Attingham Park. Yet another absurdly grandiose mansion built around 1785 that fell into the hands of the NT in 1947. What does all this really represent? Britain was, and still is, a nation of absurd class contrasts, not only a concentration of wealth and privilege in a minority, but a wholesale subjugation of the vast majority by themselves believing in the natural order of it all. Such belief being unchallenged in the eighteenth century, it still persists in modern form. One of the outwardly most noticeable signs of class in England is the form of speech where strong regional accents pervade the lower middle class and below, while the upper middle class and the wealthy speak with an almost uniform standard English accent, with occasional almost comic affectation.

I comprehend better how the concept of a popular revolution is a logical absurdity. When I first read that the French Revolution was not just a popular uprising of the peasants, but was in fact an orchestrated coup carefully planned and in particular financed by wealthy Jewry, I did not feel inclined to believe it. The French revolution is held up by conventional history as the birth of "democracy", a rising of the masses against a Royal tyranny, but when you read Nester Webster, it wasn't that at all. Seeing the class distinctions that these mansions represent, and the fact that the peasants believed that was the order of things ordained by God, in whom they really believed, I now find the very concept of a popular uprising to be an impossibility. Nester Webster and Sir Walter Scott's accounts of the French Revolution make sense in the light of the social reality of the times, and the attitudes of the great masses of downtrodden lower classes.

The lower classes of the eighteenth century were genuinely lower, and remained so substantially because they believed themselves to be lower, they believed that was the right and natural order of things ordained by God. The system also entrenched a lack of opportunity for advancement for the lower classes which only started to break down with the industrial revolution. Of course these beliefs in class differences were initiated and fostered by the ruling classes for just such purpose, but I have no doubt the ruling classes too believed their own propaganda, that they were genuinely superior in all ways to the lower classes. The bilateral system of belief in the class system became a reality which without universal education could not be broken. It had persisted in much the same fundamental form for millennia.

No group of illiterate peasants could have organized the French or any other revolution without the leadership, masterminding and financing of a core group of instigators, and in every case it has been the Jews. English (Cromwell) French, Russian, German, revolutions and the Spanish Civil war too, all were the work of the Jewish International. It is only the modern phenomenon of political correctness and propaganda which makes such ongoing historical censorship possible that people do not widely know the facts, and any mention of the Jewish involvement in these things brings howls of anti semitism.

The class system is being reinvigorated in the late twentieth and twenty first centaury with the so called "dumbing down" of the masses by popular "culture" and entertainment which appeals to the lowest intellectual levels and addles the brains of the neuvo serfs with sport and trivia of the most inane nature. Deliberately fostered welfare dependence, failure to grasp educational opportunity and a preoccupation with trivial pop culture are the new determinants of class. While the concept of class is fashionably considered dated, particularly by the members of the lowest classes, it has in fact reappeared with a startling ferocity. The irony is that now the Jack who actually believes he is as good as his master, has in the vast majority of cases been conditioned to have in reality weakly surrendered any chance he had of ever being so. The majority of neuvo serfs lap up the cultural and intellectual pig swill served to them by the mass media, and read the inane tabloid newspapers, whose only redeeming feature is the page three girl. The lack of real news, unbiased news, about world current events and the diet of artificial trivia, and social reporting on the eternal scandals of the pop culture deities of sport and screen ensures that they squander their time and opportunities and will be further removed from the global elite than the medieval Lord was from his serfs. The ignorance of the masses is profound.

A servant in the house of an eighteenth century Lord, passing him in a corridor of the house and having no immediate business with the Lord, was expected to stand and turn their face to the wall as the Lord passed by. The modern serf does not even know who his Lords are, or even that they exist! The neuvo serf sees only "the government" whom he thinks he elects, and at whose eternal bumbling machinations some more perceptive members of serfdom my occasionally wonder at. The serf does not realize that the apparent contradictions compromises and absurdities in the actions of "his" government are such because the government does not serve him and his majority class at all, but is the hireling of the hidden elite, the real Lords of the modern world, whom to the serfs in their limited understanding of the world do not even exist. The modern serf does not need to turn his face to the wall, to him the Lord is invisible, he neither sees him approaching, nor senses his passing by, and by this means the illusion insulates the Lord from any resentment from the serfs. If they are discontented, they blame the government, and duly elect the alternative government who promise solutions, but are soon found to have the same feet of clay, so it is time to change again, and again.

The new class differential is founded on illusion, Jack believes he is as good as his master, and the media echoes his illusion, his visible masters, the government, go along with the pantomime. He believes he is free, but he is conditioned to behave in ways which work against his own interests. He is free to remain ignorant in the face of educational opportunity, and to spurn the value of developing his mind, he is free to remain uncultured, he is free to eat badly through responding to junk food advertising and free to become morbidly obese through his unwise indulgences, he is free to occupy his time in mindless entertainment and passive spectator sports which offer no exercise either cerebral or physical. He believes he has some control, because he has "democracy", and the word is repeated ad nauseam by the mass media at every opportunity. We are fighting for it, out soldiers died for it, we have to spread it to the less fortunate, the terrorists hate us because we have it and they don't. We, the democracies, intend to make everyone have it, weather they like it or not. In reality Jack's "freedom" is nothing but a chimera, by which he is manipulated through inability to reason critically. The dumbing down of the masses is a fundamental plank in the platform of the new world order.

13th June, 2007, Wednesday. Stafford, Stafordshire. A day to work on the van, resealing the underbody and some minor corrosion of the aluminum skin panels where moisture had penetrated and caused some pinholes. Heavy rain.

Everywhere we park, I mean everywhere, there are cruising cars with single middle aged men in them, who cruise in to parking areas, do a loop and drive off, or who park and leer hoping that our campervan also contains a similarly inclined frustrated male who will make their wildest pornographic fantasies come true. Poofters all around us, have the Poms become a nation of poofs? I know there are poofs everywhere, in all countries, but this is just so noticeable, the sheer quantity of it. Even late into the evening they are still cruising around every park and roadside lay by at midnight. We first toured the UK in a small hired campervan in 1,994, and in the intervening time the phenomenon of cruising poofters has expanded exponentially. I don't care about their private sex lives, but having cars cruising by, crunching on the gravel in the middle of the night is just a minor annoyance. I imagine that a stimulus for this rampant growth in the phenomenon is the wide availability of Internet pornography which has stimulated the unsatisfied fantasies of a large previously frustrated and inhibited sector of the population, who have never previously experimented sexually, and now feel liberated to indulge their carnal desires, or at least attempt to do so.

14th June, Thursday. Crannock Chase Country Park. Rain all night.

15th June, Friday. Crannock Chase Country Park. More rain and more poofters cruising and leering all day

16th June, Saturday Holmwood Industrial Estate. After deciding last night to cut short our NT crawl and time in the UK in preference to going to Europe, we drove north on the M1 intending to visit a nephew in Edinburgh, then immediately head for Dover along the motorways as fast as possible and go to France.

We are tired of the crappy parking places in England, always frequented by cruising poofters and increasingly in the midlands by hoons doing wheelie's. I really think England is going to the dogs. The parking places for campervans have never been good, but now that we are able to find many more secluded parking areas with our Landranger maps and GPS, we find they are invariably frequented by local homosexuals almost all the time and sometimes by idle gangs of youths in cars in the evenings. Sometimes the youths are drinking alcohol, sometimes doing wheelie's in their cars, sometimes rowdy yelling and yahooing, and even throwing the remains of a half eaten container of yogurt at our campervan, then quickly driving off.

I had already decided to cut out a lot of the NT properties I had originally scheduled to visit, after weeks of this crap, and were proceeding rapidly toward Edinburgh. Today was the last straw. We left the nice little reservoir parking area we found yesterday, complete with a "Visitors Welcome" sign, after after a dozen youths in four cars drove erratically into the parking area and stopped close to us. After all the leering poofters, who were not even dissuaded from doing their rounds by a thunderstorm of tropical proportions, who had been cruising in and out before and during dinner, the hoons were the last straw. I decided I wanted no more of the UK and the National Trust, and would much rather spend my holiday in Europe where you hardly ever come across these annoyances. So we set out on the M1 for Edinburgh intending to stop only when essential, and finally came to rest parked beside a road in an industrial estate. It was too late to go to a caravan park. In any event caravan parks are not what I want, they involve a lot of extra unnecessary traveling when you are doing the rounds of NT houses.

If I can't park in peace in public areas then I'm sick of touring the UK. We had anticipated that we might not want to spend all our holiday here, but since the midlands area in particular, it is worse than in the 1990's and I don't want to spend any more time here than necessary. We have phoned and emailed the nephew, and if we don't get a reply in a couple of days we will assume he isn't home and head south for France and maybe Denmark.

I have remarked before that England is campervan hell compared to France and this tour just reconfirms it more strongly than ever. The never ending traffic, the congestion in the towns, the hassles with parking are bad enough, but with the natives becoming less and less civilized I can say with confidence that I shall never tour the UK again, and all our future trips until we sell the camper van in a couple of years will be to Europe.

To fill in the day we visited Nostell Priory the last NT house we would see. Amidst a mini Palace of Versailles this house was built on the profits of coal mining in the late eighteenth century, while the poor miners slaved in wretched conditions for a pittance, the mine owner became wealthy beyond the wildest dreams of avarice and built in the style of Louis the Sin King!

Still unable to contact the nephew we decided to head for Dover and Europe.

17th June 2007, Sunday. on the A1. We inquired at one campsite near Nostell Priory and they wanted £14.00 for a night (about A$34) including electricity. We don't need any of the facilities of camping parks, so we object to having to pay the same rates as campers who need the showers toilets and electric power, and we just won't pay out money for nothing more than a parking place. We wouldn't stay, and not having heard from the nephew in Edinburgh we started the drive south to Dover finding a nice free stopping place from an internet listing I had filed on the computer map system. Near the Ram Jam Inn on the A1, it proved perfectly satisfactory and not too noisy being screened by the inn and a service station from much of the highway noise.

18th June 2007, Monday. Rainham. Stopped over in a familiar area for the night.

19th June, 2007, Tuesday. Whitstable. We drove to Dover and embarked for Calais at 1510 hours the cost of the return ticket via Seafrance, booked on the internet, was £90.00, the lowest price we have yet paid for a ferry crossing. We are pleased to be going to France again and intending to drive into Denmark via Belgium and northern Germany.

While we have enjoyed seeing the National Trust properties, after seeing so many it was becoming a bit ho hum, and having toured England three times before there wasn't a lot of other things we really wanted to see. The countryside is pretty, but the eternal problems of where to park for the night detract from its enjoyment. England is well set up for camping destinations in camping parks, but they are often not close to the NT property or town you want to visit, so it is not well provided for touring, as distinct from going to a static destination.

“Mankind have a great aversion to intellectual labor; but even supposing knowledge to be easily obtainable, more people would be content to be ignorant than would take even a little trouble to acquire it."                  Samuel Johnson

 

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