Defending The Ukraine

How I saw all this coming needs to be studied, A Democratic Congressman asked Ms. Cooper of the Ministry of Defense;

“What more can be done to help Ukraine against Russian cyberware?”

I announced over a year ago I was authoring a James Bond-like novel to counter Putin. I just woke from my Old Man Nap and God gave me permission to take something for myself. Alas, I got in touch with the Throwaway Boy. I am, like Samuel….The Nazarite. I am….The Last Prophet Standing.

The Ambassador of the European Union testified in Congress today. One of the fathers of the EU was Denis De Rougemont. I suspect he is kin to Clive Rougemont who was the head of Lloyd’s of London, who I have as the head of BAD. Victoria is called to London by Clive. She and Miriam have been having an affair. I was going to use the title ‘For Our Eyes Only’.  In this post I saw myself as Perseus come to save Rena from the sea monster. Note the date.

John The Nazarite

https://www.cnn.com/2019/11/20/politics/david-hale-laura-cooper-public-hearing/index.html

https://rosamondpress.com/2013/08/09/de-rougemont-of-lloyds/

De Rougemont of Lloyds

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The cote of arms of Lloyd’s contains the cross and sword of Saint George who saved a fair maiden from a dragon, and thus the dragon of the City of London, the wealthiest place on earth. I believe the Rougemont family of Lloyd’s springs from the Noble_Order_of_Saint_George_of_Rougemont.

Jon

http://www.oocities.org/londonpassd/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noble_Order_of_Saint_George_of_Rougemont
Herbert de Rougemont of Lloyd’s of London

Herbert de Rougemont of Lloyd’s of London

http://www.aadamson.co.uk/serv09.htm

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swiss_Re

The coat of arms of Llloyd’s of London contains the same Knight
Templar cross and sword that we see in the City of London coat of
arms. The modern buildings of Lloyd’s of London, and Swiss Re,
dominate the heart of the City of London where Templars allegedly
controlled Britian’s banking, and from them rose the Gnomes of
Zurich Switzerland. This merger may have only taken place in the
cityscape above, where the dome of Swiss Re is in back of the
Lloyd’s of London building. Together, they make a city of tomorow, a
global city that gathers together all the Hugenot Banking families
whom fled to Geneva, and then England. The Herbert de Rougemont
family was one of them. My Huguenot Rougemont ancestors lived in
Basel where Swiss Re has its roots, and then fled to England and
Canada.

Herbert de Rougemont was there in the beginning of Lloyd’s. His
genealogy says he was an underwriter who lived in Craven Hill
Gardens and had six servants. He is the great grandfather of Sir
Michael John de Rougemont Richardson whose mother, Audrey de
Rougemont, married Arthur Wray Richardson. The Rougemont home later
became the Hempel Hotel.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2006

The Mournful Wail of The Lost Mothers

For Our Eyes Only

by

John Presco

Copyright 2019

Victoria Bond chose to take the train to London to see Clive Rougemont. She needed time to think. She deduced she and Miriam Starfish Christling were in deep shit. How deep, was not the question. Victoria wrote this on her yellow legal pad;

“How deep do you want to go!”

That’s when she heard Miriam’s mournful waling that caught up with the whistle of the train at every crossing, proving a mathematical relativity that only her dear lover could fathom. Victoria felt quaking in her throat as she knew her beloved Wild Woman was doing everything she could to keep this question, down;

“Are you going to betray me, my love?”

The heat of her tears began to blur her mission, which was to Deprogram herself.  She took about BAD’s treatment on David Hume’s Guillotine, which was the prescribed moral and logical lifeboat all BAD agents were instructed to use – to the best of their ability. There was no guarantee this lifeboat will save your ass, or, anyone’s ass you might-ought to be considering worth saving.

“A boat, is a boat, is a boat. All boats are the same because they serve three purpouses. 1. They keep the occupant dry. 2. They keep the occupant fro drowining. 3. They get you to and from you destination. Our object is to get other spies to lose tract of what a boat is. If you are not sure you are lost, then, read this……..

In every system of morality, which I have hitherto met with, I have always remarked, that the author proceeds for some time in the ordinary way of reasoning, and establishes the being of a God, or makes observations concerning human affairs; when of a sudden I am surprised to find, that instead of the usual copulations of propositions, is, and is not, I meet with no proposition that is not connected with an ought, or an ought not. This change is imperceptible; but is, however, of the last consequence. For as this ought, or ought not, expresses some new relation or affirmation, ’tis necessary that it should be observed and explained; and at the same time that a reason should be given, for what seems altogether inconceivable, how this new relation can be a deduction from others, which are entirely different from it. But as authors do not commonly use this precaution, I shall presume to recommend it to the readers; and am persuaded, that this small attention would subvert all the vulgar systems of morality, and let us see, that the distinction of vice and virtue is not founded merely on the relations of objects, nor is perceived by reason.”

Miriam’s wail got even louder because she knew her beloved Miriam was reading this paragraph – that she refused to read!

“I would never betray you this way!”

“What way would you betray me?” was Victoria’s comeback. Then she wrote;

“When mothers die young, when their children are young, the greater tears to be shed, are shed by the dead mother, for she has lost them, her beloved souls that were put in her care.”

Victoria studied what she wrote and asked if this was pure Victoria sentiment, or, a valid observation.

“What is the primary and most lingering emotion the children own after losing their mothers?”

Victoria tapped her pen on her lower teeth and gazed at nothing in particular. She thought she saw Miriam running alongside the train, very fast. She was shouting to Victoria.

“What? What are you saying?”

Victoria got up and lowered the window.

“Speak up!”

“The answer is, we all feel guilty. We feel we caused our mother’s death!”

Victoria dropped her yellow pad, and sunk her face in her trembling hands. Where did this answer come from? Is there such a thing as a psychic interenion. Did the fact that she, Miriam and Belle all lost their mothers when they were nine. That’s three nines? Does this have any meaning? If Miriam were here, she would be all over this with he PI ditty.

All of a sudden, Miriam is running alongside the train. She is holding up a large poster-board upon which is written…..

“9+9=18. 1+8=9. 18+9=27. 2+7=9”

Victoria almost fainted. She was not longer blocked to math. Miram had been jamming and cramming her brain with simple match riddles. When she asked why she had not read Hume’s Guilotine, she sad.

“He is fucking with my parents Russian Fairytales and the Secret Math they found that applies to them. This is why it is important we find Queen Victoria’s lost library. I suspect it is full of Fairytales that have not see the light of day for a hundred years – at least!”

Of course, a boat is not a boat – when it is a Fairytale. Now, Victoria owned the real picture of what Miriam is doing, she is stalking about Osborne House looking for Fairytale Library.

“The is hope for us – yet!” Victoria wrote. And, she put her notepad away.

I will no longer be using photographs of living people for my book. I decided twenty minute ago to use Pre-Raphaelite painting. I found the perfect image for Victoria Serena Bond. I then found this…My Winged Muses are on my side, and are my friends. I can do not wrong.

I am driving over a cliff in depicting Lesbian Lovers as spies. I made no study on this. The typical Bond plot, has James getting good reasons to kill a man or ten after chasing him down. Only then is he rewarded with sexual intercourse from a woman. I want to add – what are we fighting and dying for? Any oaf can be loyal to his country for almost any damn reason. Are men and women loay to one another – like they used to be?

I was in a line at my pharmisist listening to a father and his son argue about Gamer Rules. This beautiful boy, about nine, was making a point about characters being brought back to life, and his father was saying his reasoning was not sound. I had bee working on and important aspect of my book, and begged to ask them a question. The father’s phone rang and he said;

“My son will answer your question.”

There we were at Wal-Mart pharmacy talking about a plot for a James Bond movies. I was so impressed with this sophisticated human being who had so many answers. He is the male version of Victoria – and Miriam. I better now my stuff. I just found this……This is a mother! What as son! What a father! Harry’s loyalty to Meghan is exemplary! Mission accomplished! Well done!

Talk: Pre-Raphaelite Women Artists And The Isle of Wight

Interested in art? Why not head to this talk tomorrow (Saturday) night at Dimbola about Pre-Raphaelite Women Artists And The Isle of Wight.

If you’re looking for something different to do tomorrow (Saturday) evening why not head to Dimbola Museum and Galleries.

Pre-raphaelite woman:Vaguely Sunny in association with the Julia Margaret Cameron Trust are hosting a lecture by the highly-respected writer Dr Jan Marsh.

Dr Marsh will be discussing the Pre-Raphaelite Women Artists and their connection to the Isle of Wight

 

 

 

I Am Flemings Literary Heir

I am carrying on a family tradition in authoring the next Bond book. Sabrina Victoria Easton was the name of my first character study. Victoria Sabrina Bond is the present name. I will have to do a monogram for VSB.

John Presco

http://dameelizabethtaylor.com/faqs.html

https://www.geni.com/people/Dame-Elizabeth-Taylor/6000000007315737362

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sabrina_(given_name)

In the European heritage, it is taken from the Roman name for a river in mid-Wales which flows into England, there known as the Severn.[3]

According to a legend recounted by Geoffrey of Monmouth in the 12th century, Habren or Sabrina, the Latinized form of the river’s Common Brittonic or proto-Welsh name, was the daughter of a king named Locrinus (also known as Locrin or Locrine in English) by his mistress, the Germanic princess Estrildis. Locrinus ruled England after the death of his father, Brutus of Troy, the legendary second founder of Britain. Locrinus cast aside his wife, Guendolen, and their son Maddan and acknowledged Sabrina and her mother, but the enraged Guendolen raised an army against him and defeated Locrinus in battle. Guendolen then ordered that Sabrina and her mother be drowned in the river. The river was named after Sabrina so Locrine’s betrayal of Guendolen would never be forgotten.[4] According to legend, Sabrina lives in the river, which reflects her mood. She rides in a chariot and dolphins and salmon swim alongside her.[5] The later story suggests that the legend of Sabrina could have become intermingled with old stories of a river goddess or nymph.[6]

On the name Sabrina, The Facts on File Dictionary of First Names (1983) has this to say:

Roman name for the River Severn, in England. Ekwall, in his English River Names, thinks that Severn is a Celtic name but is unable to explain it. The legendary explanation for Sabrina is

The Royal Janitor

Mandatory Credit: Photo by NEIL HALL/EPA-EFE/REX/Shutterstock (9457036l)
Members of the armed forces in protective suits investigate a property in Winterslow near Salisbury in Britain, 12 March 2017. Russian ex-spy Sergei Skripal and his daughter were attacked with a nerve agent on 04 March 2018. Skripal and his daughter Yulia remain in a ‘very serious’ condition.
Investigation into possible poisoning of former Russian spy, Salisbury, United Kingdom – 12 Mar 2018

‘The Royal Janitor’

by

Jon Presco

Copyright 2018

Sabrina Victoria Eastman could not get to Osborne House fast enough. When she got behind the wheel of her 1961 Jaguar she named ‘Grey Cloud’ the young women who picked her up at the airport tried not to show that she had been warned. She was two shades a pale grey when they arrived at the palace built for Victoria and Albert. She tried to keep up on unsteady legs. The blood was returning to her hands now that she unloosened her grip. As they made their way into the basement she realized she had an experience better than sex. She was a virgin. All her blood veins were alive with an energy she did not know existed. She felt adventurous, and nauseous. She knew she would never be the same.

At the stainless steel door, Sabrina stopped, pointed up, and asked;

“What does that say?”

It says……….”I can tell that you are quite left-leaning.”

“Why is it there?” Sabrina asked.

“To remind us to never underestimate anyone. And, never think for a second a whacked-out poet-artist and Bohemian type, is not a true patriot.”

 

A Russian Government hacking operation aimed at the US power grid did not compromise operations at any of the nation’s commercial nuclear power plants, federal regulators and the nuclear industry say.

Key points:

  • Trump administration accuses Russia of a plot to penetrate America’s electricity grid, factories, water supply and air travel
  • US national security officials determined Russian intelligence was behind a broad range of cyberattacks starting a year ago
  • Corporate networks at some of the 99 plants licensed by the Nuclear Regulatory Commission were affected by the 2017 hack

Corporate networks at some of the 99 plants licensed by the Nuclear Regulatory Commission were affected by the 2017 hack aimed at the energy grid and other infrastructure, but no safety, security or emergency preparedness functions were affected, the NRC said in a statement.

US nuclear plants are designed as operational “islands” that are not connected to the internet and other networks. Nuclear power provides about 20 per cent of the nation’s electricity.

 

I whose curl’d hair was as a strong stak’d net
To take the hunters and the hunt, and bind         35
Faces and feet and hands; a golden gin
Wherein the tawny-lidded lions fell,
Broken at ankle; I that am yet, ah yet,
And shall be till the worm hath share in me,
Fairer than love or the clean truth of God,         40
More sweet than sober customs of kind use
That shackle pain and stablish temperance;
I that have roses in my name, and make
All flowers glad to set their color by;
I that have held a land between twin lips         45
And turn’d large England to a little kiss;
God thinks not of me as contemptible;
And that you think me even a smaller thing

 

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-03-17/russian-hackers-attack-us-power-plants/9558624

Fleming was born in 1925, reportedly in Switzerland.[1] She was the illegitimate daughter of the painter Augustus John by his mistress Eve Fleming, mother of the writers Peter Fleming and Ian Fleming by her late husband, although most of her life she was raised as the adopted daughter of Eve Fleming as a pretence to hide her illegitimacy and only discovered her true parentage when she was in her twenties.[2]

She went away to school at Downe House in Berkshire, but went up to London every three weeks for cello lessons with John Snowden. In 1943 she won a scholarship to study full-time with Ivor James at the Royal College of Music.[1] She later studied at times under Gaspar Cassadó, Enrico Mainardi, Pablo Casals, Guilhermina Suggia and Pierre Fournier.

She died unmarried in 1999, peacefully in a hospital at the age of 73. The Times reported that “she never became complacent. She sought out the best teachers in Europe and willingly experimented with many techniques, including practising naked in front of the mirror.”

Her half-brother Ian Fleming, in one of his James Bond short stories “The Living Daylights“, has Bond musing about a cellist he observes from his sniper’s position: “There was something almost indecent in the idea of that bulbous, ungainly instrument between her splayed thighs. Of course Suggia had managed to look elegant, and so did that girl Amaryllis somebody. But they should invent a way for women to play the damned thing side-saddle.”

In March 2009 the concert hall of the Royal College of Music, following refurbishment, was renamed the “Amaryllis Fleming Concert Hall” in her honour.[7]

Sir Caspar John, the first aviator to command the Royal Navy, died today in a Cornwall hospital at the age of 81, his family said. The admiral was largely responsible for developing Britain’s naval air fleet in World War II.

The family did not give the cause of death.

Son of the artist Augustus John, Caspar John was 13 years old when he joined the navy in 1916. He went on to qualify as a pilot and learned deck- landing skills on the aircraft carrier Hermes in the early 1920’s.

His coolness as a young pilot was demonstrated when he was flying over China and the tail of his aircraft broke. Instead of bailing out, he landed the plane so the cause of the break could be investigated.

In 1941 he was promoted to be the navy’s chief representative for aircraft development and production. He became First Sea Lord, or commander of the navy, in 1960. He retired in 1963.

From 1964 to 1971, he served on a commission investigating breaches of security in the public service.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amaryllis_Fleming

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Octopussy_and_The_Living_Daylights#”The_Living_Daylights”

https://rosamondpress.com/2018/01/11/the-janitor/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Naval_College,_Osborne#Naval_College

Six ships and a shore establishment of the Royal Navy have borne the name HMS Britannia, after Britannia, the goddess and personification of Great Britain:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Naval_College,_Osborne#Naval_College

 

Octopussy and The Living Daylights (sometimes published as Octopussy) is the fourteenth and final James Bond book written by Ian Fleming in the Bond series. The book is a collection of short stories published posthumously in the United Kingdom by Jonathan Cape on 23 June 1966.

The book originally contained just two stories, “Octopussy” and “The Living Daylights“, with subsequent editions also carrying firstly “The Property of a Lady” and then “007 in New York“. The stories were first published in different publications, with “Octopussy” first serialised in the Daily Express in October 1965. “The Living Daylights” had first appeared in The Sunday Times on 4 February 1962; “The Property of a Lady” was published in November 1963 in a Sotheby’s publication, The Ivory Hammer, whilst “007 in New York” first appeared in the New York Herald Tribune in October 1963.

The two original stories, “Octopussy” and “The Living Daylights”, were both adapted for publication in comic strip format in the Daily Express in 1966–1967. Elements from the stories have also been used in the Eon Productions Bond films. The first, Octopussy, starring Roger Moore as James Bond, was released in 1983 as the thirteenth film in the series and provided the back story for the film Octopussy’s family, while “The Property of a Lady” was more closely adapted for an auction sequence in the film. The Living Daylights, released in 1987, was the fifteenth Bond film produced by Eon and starred Timothy Dalton in his first appearance as Bond. “007 in New York”, meanwhile, provided character and plot elements for the first two films starring Daniel Craig as Bond, Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace.

Plots[edit]

“Octopussy” [edit]

Secret Service operative James Bond, code name 007, is assigned to apprehend a hero of the Second World War implicated in a murder involving a cache of Nazi gold. Bond appears only briefly in this story, which is told mostly in flashback from the perspective of Major Dexter Smythe, the man Bond has been sent to bring in. Smythe remained in Europe after the war, found the gold with the help of a mountain guide, and killed him in order to keep it for himself. Bond was put on the case after the guide’s body fell out of a glacier and he recognized the man as a ski instructor and father figure from his youth. Smythe is now a melancholy alcoholic living alone on the beach, interacting mainly with the residents of its coral reef – including the titular Octopussy, a beloved ‘pet’ octopus that Smythe feeds and talks to.

Bond chooses not to take Smythe into custody immediately, but leaves him to contemplate his options – suicide or a court martial. As Smythe hunts for scorpion fish to feed Octopussy, he suffers a sting which triggers a fatal heart attack, during which Octopussy pulls him under. Deciding to spare Smythe’s reputation, Bond classifies the death as an accidental drowning.

“The Living Daylights” [edit]

An unusually morose James Bond is assigned sniper duty to help British agent 272 escape from East Berlin. Bond’s duty is to safeguard his crossing into West Berlin by eliminating a top KGB assassin codenamed “Trigger” who has been dispatched to kill him. Bond takes up a position on the western edge of the border, in a hotel overlooking the no man’s land of broken, brightly lit ground that 272 will have to cross. On each of three nights, he sees a female orchestra arrive for rehearsal and leave, taking particular notice of a beautiful blonde cellist. Once 272 starts to cross the border, Bond sees Trigger get in position to kill him and realizes that it is the cellist. He adjusts his aim at the last moment and shoots her rifle instead of killing her, allowing 272 to reach safety.

Afterward, Bond admits to his spotter that he did not try for a kill shot only because Trigger had been a woman. He muses that even though 272 is safe, the mission will be considered a failure because he did not kill Trigger, and he hopes that M will fire him for it.

“The Property of a Lady” [edit]

The Secret Service learns that Maria Freudenstein, an employee known to be a double agent working for the Soviet Union, has just received a valuable item of jewelry crafted by Peter Carl Fabergé and is planning to auction it at Sotheby’s. Bond suspects that the Resident Director of the KGB in London will attend the auction and underbid for the item, in order to drive the price up to the value needed to pay Maria for her services. Bond attends the auction, spots the man, and leaves to make arrangements for his expulsion from London as persona non grata.

“007 in New York” [edit]

A brief tale in which Bond muses about New York City and his favourite recipe for scrambled eggs, during a quick mission to the titular city to warn a female MI6 employee that her new boyfriend is a KGB agent. It is notable for including a rare humorous conclusion and for its mention of Solange, a young lady of Bond’s intimate acquaintance who works in a shop, Abercrombie’s, “appropriately employed in their Indoor Games Department”.

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