On the page “The Danes” I wrote the following paragraph
“Interestingly, I have postulated that God intends the Jews to inherit England, (See the page England a second Jewish state) and Richard Ingrams, a British journalist, has recently reported that Princess Diana’s mother was having a widely suspected affair with one of the Goldsmith, (Jewish), family at the time of Diana’s conception. Thus just as Jesus was supposed to be of the Jewish King David’s line, so now might Prince William or Prince Harry, the 2nd and 3rd in line to the throne of England, be also of a Jewish line. A master plan by God that goes far beyond anything the Nazis ever imagined. Should the princes be tested genetically? It’s a thought. perhaps the 2nd coming of Jesus will be as a member of the British Royal family.”
Now the future king, William is to marry Kate Middleton. On her mother’s side her grandfather is Ronald John James Goldsmith whose parents were Edith Eliza Chandler Goldsmith and Stephen Charles Goldsmith.
So now it would seem that we probably have Jewish genes in the Royal family from both sides of the marriage. The irony is of course that their children would not be allowed to marry a catholic, but then the perhaps a staunch catholic would probably not want to marry in to such a family. As I have said elsewhere on this site and will emphasis here, while it should not matter in the great picture of things, the problem is that people who are descended from Jews find it difficult to extract themselves from the idea they are god’s chosen race, that they are the people of the book.
Oliver Cromwell, the father of the British parliament, may of course be pleased because he allowed Jews back into this country after over three centuries of exclusion and he was against the monarchy and this marriage may be the straw which breaks the camel’s back, turning people finally away from it.
One has to wonder sometimes. This God that people talk about, the God of the Jews, the God of the Christians and the Muslims I supposed to have said in one of the ten commandments “Thou shalt not commit adultery” and “I will pass on the sins of the father to the son”. Yet, through adultery among the rich, whom Jesus Christ is supposed to have criticised, on one side of the couple William and Kate, the Goldsmith family has become royalty and the only thing passed on is the family fortune. As I have pointed out elsewhere on this site, I am pretty much convinced those of us expected to “Do our duty to God and the Queen”, as the boy scouts required us to pledge when I was young and “Pray for the Queen and her Ministers” as I was required to do as an Anglican choir boy, are being inhibited and made to feel guilty for crimes we are yet to commit which turns us into comparative losers. It is not anyhting evil by the James Goldsmith, in this case, he is simply doing the natural thing. Of course where the church teaches children to deny nature and evolution they are never going to really see what is going on.
It is said that Jesus was a carpenter. I cannot help feeling that James Goldsmith is the Walrus and the British are the oysters.
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.