Dedication to Jen Moore (Reprise)

In Behold a Pale Horse, Cooper asserts that President John F. Kennedy was assassinated because he was about to reveal that extraterrestrials (Free Masons) were in the process of taking over the Earth.

According to a “top secret” video of the assassination that Cooper claimed to have discovered, the driver of the presidential limousine, William Greer, used “a gas pressure device developed by aliens from the Trilateral Commission” to shoot the president from the driver’s seat.[possibly a poison fletch device also alledged of the Umbrella Man by asserted by Prouty,]

“The purpose of this book (Willam Cooper said of his book) is to convince you (the reader) that something is terribly wrong. It is my hope that this work will inspire you to begin an earnest search for the truth. Your conclusions may be different but together maybe we can build a better world.” – William Cooper and now Ed Donegan speaking for Ted Gunderson, Jen Moore, Gene Chip Tatum Wayne Madsen, Prouty and all others mentioned, Tarpley, Chaitkin plus Snowden, Assange, and others.

IT was Richard Nixon once US Representative then a Vice President then a US President that Blundered through the new Power Control Group and the National Security Council

Summary

The poem The Charge of the Light Brigade tells the story of a brigade consisting of 600 soldiers who rode on horseback into the “valley of death” for half a league (about one and a half miles). They were obeying a command to charge the enemy forces that had been seizing their guns.

Not a single soldier was discouraged or distressed by the command to charge forward, even though all the soldiers realized that their commander had made a terrible mistake: “Someone had blundered.” The role of the soldier is to obey and “not to make reply…not to reason why,” so they followed orders and rode into the “valley of death.”

The 600 soldiers were assaulted by the shots of shells of canons in front and on both sides of them. Still, they rode courageously forward toward their own deaths: “Into the jaws of Death / Into the mouth of hell / Rode the six hundred.”

The soldiers struck the enemy gunners with their unsheathed swords (“sabres bare”) and charged at the enemy army while the rest of the world looked on in wonder. They rode into the artillery smoke and broke through the enemy line, destroying their Cossack and Russian opponents. Then they rode back from the offensive, but they had lost many men so they were “not the six hundred” any more.

Canons behind and on both sides of the soldiers now assaulted them with shots and shells. As the brigade rode “back from the mouth of hell,” soldiers and horses collapsed; few remained to make the journey back.

The world marvelled at the courage of the soldiers; indeed, their glory is undying: the poem states these noble 600 men remain worthy of honor and tribute today. – Wikipedia

… [Returnign to Edward DOnegan’s narrative also told by Jen Moore, Ted Gunderson, and most people. Into that Valley of Death may have been the CIA and MKULTRA who shot JFK and later RFK not only because the favored Old Money but because they had already assassinate others earlier possibly General Patton and Norma Jean because the story of what happened in Salzburg Austria and Himmler and Kutschere as more a propogana threat than anyone realized when even more Propoganda was made The Von Trapp Singers later The Sound of Music. Jet Pilot and even more propoganda about aviation and areospace in the Cold War was CIA fought and by crimial organizationzs and criminal assassins.

I think when I came to Texas I did not know who Lee Harvey Oswald was or how he or that name differed from Jack Ruby or Sirhan Sirhan. I have learned much more since because of the strange disrediting of what is worthy about me. Why would anyone do that?

First of all I will say I am targeted indireclty as a terrorst and that is undestable. I have adopted from the proccess of police harrasment of me strong anti-government sentiments.

But the feeligs that arose in me were unresolved confusion and I plave the crux of much of this at at timeframe my mother was dyig and I was meeting in Atlington County Virgina with a temporary counselor workign for Loius Marcano who as a clear hack. In that time I had seen a Borderlin Personality Disorder poster on the county sservices lobby wall and identified the symptoms as my own and she recmonded a book to me. Later after my care taking of my mother during her health downturn I returned to those Virginia County servies and used excerpts from that book.

Before that was the more critical time though. With Becky Harrison I had explained that so much had transpired for so long is such a complex story I did not even know where to start and found the idea somewhat dangerous as deep rumbligs of anger, confuion and sense of past losses and ongoing losses were saddening yet attemptes are remediation in the time of my parents lives and my own was running out.

By this time my alt-right views were growing in intensity and importantae as I had believed in the 1980’s and 1990’s there were threats to my life, etc., I did not have time then or since then for much detail about those Caolifornia years but I had called San Franicso California Gold Gate Resource Center for living skill and told them I was in an agiated state, being stalked, and not able to diffuse or end the sitation. The Stalkers were making references to me, references that were wrong, and I kept correcting but they continued pushing dis-truths. I had suggested to Golden Gaate Resource Center it seemed they wanted to acccuse me of a crime, would, not but liked to poke at me as though I were a criminal. I had attempted at least 50 times back in that era to confront them, they were someimes armed, sometimes in uniform, and would point weapons at me and thingsl ike that. Always as I confronted them they denied any link to me or antying about me. I had returned to 12 Step revery in 2001 but I was being told I was in a paronoid bippolar mental state and quite the Wellbutrin (Buproprin) prescribe for me and I quit 12 Step instead.

By the time a serioes of mental health committments were made and enede I continued to assert I was both being stalked AND also cooopted. I accused a State Department journal of publishing an artile base on my 21st Century visions of growing high tech and similarly I accused the NIH and FBI of coopting me at the same time I was being stalked

During this my parents continued to age and my life remained in chaos it seemed with planted neighnors in leauge with my brother Tom Donegan.

This goes to the indirect element. My brother worked hard for AOL in pushing the sergive to consumers while had time to even further deelop myself, on disablity sive 2005. I had always read law from the 1970’s on and in 1980′ and after media law, later continatutional law. By the time I was meeting with Becky Harrison I wanted to work in community law organiztions.

Depletion of who I am has been a part of the stalk. DUring the time of my release in 2008-2009 when I asserted I was radiolgicaly attacked I notive Veronica Hoffman had died since and more and more patterns of world events scale things seemed tied to my life back then Havansh Syndrom didn’t exist as a term but I kew it was true and Tom Donegan and high level poltiics and politicians surounded my life I felt the lebel of intellect I brougth to Race Realism (light leels of racisn applied social theory) was tempting to people who considered themselves better to run with that football.

Yet it was more than that. While I kept up with some scene actibity on fetlife because of diverses and politcal forums there I really was tyring to be more tech. But again my ticket to that area of my life was in the hands of others too as they both coopted me in that area and smeared me in that area. The Depletion of who I am I felt betrays the legitmate entrance quaifiers I have to those areas that are legitate areas thus it sees strage I would suffer attack.

My belief now is that my family had JFK ties as others did and the blunderers who killed JFK and took power are usig that powoer to covertly cover their trail and my DNA and life story are part of that thread of event tied to JFK thus like with Lee Bowers Jr and others misfortunes are strking me. The Government should enourage who I am or at least live me a liberty ofr that while office hodlers need to destory me.

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!’ he said:
Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
   Someone had blunder’d:
Their’s not to make reply,
Their’s not to reason why,
Their’s but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death

   Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
   Volley’d and thunder’d;

Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
   Rode the six hundred.
Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
   All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
   Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
   Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
   Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade ?
O the wild charge they made!
   All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
   Noble six hundred!

The Meaning and Origin of ‘Into the Valley of Death Rode the Six Hundred’ retrieved from https://interestingliterature.com/2021/11/tennyson-into-valley-death-rode-six-hundred-meaning-analysis/# and copied or modified to here

By Dr Oliver Tearle (Loughborough University)

‘Into the valley of Death rode the six hundred.’ Or, to be precise and observe the line break: ‘Into the valley of Death / Rode the six hundred.’ This is one of several famous quotations which originated in the 1854 poem ‘The Charge of the Light Brigade’ written by the UK Poet Laureate of the time, Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-92).

Tennyson, who was Poet Laureate for a record 42 years, wrote the poem in response to a very specific event, and it was this event that inspired the lines, ‘Into the valley of Death / Rode the six hundred.’ Let’s take a look at the poem, and the event.

Tennyson’s poem has become one of the most widely studied and anthologised Victorian poems, and many people would recognise some of the lines from the poem, especially a poem that would last beyond the occasion for which it was written. And although ‘The Charge of the Light Brigade’ was, in one respect, an occasional poem, it also offered a timeless reflection on the senselessness that accompanies much of war, while also praising the unflinching bravery and sense of duty of the soldiers who gave their lives.

The poem was inspired by one of the greatest calamities in British military history: on October 25, 1854, during the Crimean War, the British Light Cavalry Brigade, comprising some 670 men, charged disastrously against some 25,000 Russian soldiers. Lord Raglan’s plan was to send the Light Brigade to prevent the Russians from removing some guns that had been seized from Turkish positions.

But somewhere along the chain of command there was a ‘blunder’, and the Light Brigade was instead sent on a frontal assault against a vastly superior army, rather than on the gun-capturing mission, with perhaps inevitably tragic results. The Light Brigade charged, as commanded, but were quickly forced into a retreat, though not before some 278 men had been wounded or killed in the charge.

Tennyson wrote the poem soon after hearing of the tragedy, on 2 December 1854. Having read an article he read about the charge in The Times newspaper, he quickly responded with a poem which manages to salute the soldiers’ bravery and sense of military duty while also wagging the finger at those who had ‘blundered’ and given such an ill-fated command. The poem was published in The Examiner a week later, on 9 December 1854, while public shock was still high.

One of the things Tennyson’s poem emphasises is the bravery and nobility of the soldiers, the ‘Noble six hundred’, who obeyed their orders and rode, in many cases, to their deaths. And the poem famously begins with this stanza:

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!’ he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

‘All in the valley of Death / Rode the six hundred’ and then ‘Into the valley of Death / Rode the six hundred.’ And ‘the valley of Death’ cannot help but bring to mind a biblical passage, from the 23rd Psalm:

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

In other words, ‘the valley of Death’ sounds like an unforgivingly bleak landscape, and it was for the soldiers; but Tennyson’s subtle allusion to the 23rd Psalm raises the possibility of Christian salvation, and suggests – however gently – that the dead soldiers have been taken up by God and, despite the swift and untimely deaths of many of the men, they are now in heaven, blessed by God.

So much for ‘the valley of Death’; but what about that ‘six hundred’? Surely that is straightforward enough …

Curiously, the original report had the number at nearer 600 men, although it later emerged that the exact number was nearer 700; but ‘Noble seven hundred’ wouldn’t have scanned, and Tennyson, whilst annoyed with himself for the inaccuracy, reluctantly let the initial number stand as a record of the public feeling that attended news of the disaster.

This didn’t sit entirely well with him and he didn’t rush to plead ‘poetic licence’ for having a lower number in his poem, even when new facts came to light, which is a measure of the social responsibility he felt as Poet Laureate.

After the charge, not much remains of the ‘six hundred’ who rode into battle – nearly half of them had sustained heavy injuries or been killed, while the other half felt that the whole charge had been a colossal waste of life. Tennyson’s use of the word ‘left’ (‘All that was left of them, / Left of six hundred’) picks up on the word’s use earlier in the same stanza (‘Cannon to left of them’), but shifts the word’s meaning from a spatial sense to one denoting the sacrifice the men have made.

The poem’s insistent dactylic metre (heard so well in the poem’s opening lines, ‘Half a league, Half a league, / Half a league onward’) captures both the plaintive nature of the catastrophe and the dogged and dutiful charge of the men into ‘the valley of death’.

A false patriotism fails to recognize the role of the National Security Council breach in the abstract walls of the USA and into that breach flowed the NWO.

‘Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more’ is the second most famous speech from Shakespeare’s Henry V, after Henry’s celebrated Crispin’s Day speech. This speech comes in Act 3 Scene 1 of the play, during the siege of Harfleur in Normandy, carried out by the real historical King Henry V in 1415 as part of the Hundred Years War.

Or Indonesia, or Vietnam or the Ukraine or Russia. What are the plans who who made them? Not Robert F. Kennedy nor John F. Kennedy or Col Fletcher Prouty nor the voting republic of the USA.

When I went to Washington D.C. Arlington Virginia and Fairfax County to resolve being stalked and my mother’s trust fund I tried one last patriotic thing going to the Korean War Memorial my father and I visited and the WWII Memorial I volunteered at. In each case teens were planted on me, etc.,

I had a that time two copies of my birth certificate with my mothers fathers and my name on them. The first one I defecated on through it out my hotel room door (Highalnder Motel my father once stayed in where i was also being framed as yellow tape was deployed, etc.,) and as disgusting as it was to me I defacted into the ice bucket so I could move the feces onto my birth certificate then urinate on it and throw it out the door and that i did. The second one I started that on but decided I might need it for getting out of the country. It is still crumples up and with feces and uine on it in trace amounts and my the windows password on it as I tried to give my PC to the russians with the evidence I had collected but I was receiving death threats over if I continued to write it.

Today 3/20/2024 I almost picked up another once I could send in to get a REAL ID for the USA but still I would rather burn myself to death than have one. I just don’t know what is next but I know what is past. I dedicate all my books to anyone who as every shot and killed a police officer.

Someone blundered. And it was the police. And I know what others know. Don’t be taken into custody if it can be avoided. Dirty Tricks are easiest for those who have badges.

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