October 2020 Howlin’ at the moon. News & Features…ellisctaylor.com

WELCOME to the October 2020’s edition of Howlin’ at the Moon.
Updated every day, when possible.
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Documenting
All of life,
including (of course)
the TRAUMATISATION of the informed & Awake
by Evil & its Stupoured abettors.

 

The invasion! You’re game.

Who is behind your mask?

If you wear a mask just to obey the law, or for a quiet life, why not also wear a card on a lanyard, a hat, or a T-Shirt, stating clearly that you have been bullied into wearing one and adding other wording you feel fits, such as ‘masks are dangerous’ or ‘the test is a fraud’. Add an easy to remember url such as worlddoctorsalliance.com

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We’re ‘ere because we’re ‘ere.

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I watched a very moving World War 1 documentary focussing on the British forces’ Pals’ Brigades, a colossal blunder that decimated towns and villages. (The video has been posted at the end of this article – please watch it when you get there.) – – Of course it was removed from YT. Here’s some pages of other film offerings on YT:
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Pals%E2%80%99+Brigades

 

Britain, as well as many other countries, lost the cream of their male genetic pool during this slaughter (World War 11 robbed humanity of most of what was left among the major combatant nations). Only a few countries’ male gene pools were relatively unscathed after these calculated reapings. It is estimated that there were 16 million deaths and 21 million wounded, including millions of women and children – altogether about 6.8 million civilians. Millions and millions of mothers were left widows – and a great percentage of these destitute, or almost, to bring up father-less children until they were old enough to die in the next one.

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A model’s life in London: Glamour, drama…and a demon lurking

1_120x172oI used to be a male model.

It’s long way from where I am now and if I were ever to do it again I’d probably be better as ‘the before’ , rather than ‘the after’.

Back in about 1973 my sister, a very beautiful girl, decided she’s like to start modelling. It was during the summer, and she’s a year younger than me, so she’d have been about 18. We were living in Oxford but she’d heard of a well-known fashion photographer, called Ken Walker, who lived in Brighton; and she asked me to take her, which I did.
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