The Book

The Genocidal Exodus

by Commander in Chief Hatonn

Scribed by the Hand and Pen of I - Uthrania Seila

The Genocidal Exodus

Chapter One

Prepare for the entire liquidation of all Your Assets People Of The Great Land!

Since we don't have the proper and articulate font to presume ourselves upon we will just most elatedly, dear brethren, use that to which is seemingly at least at the present time within our means. Greetings and you will be listening to I the great but naught presumed Hatonn as we trek on with the summation at the time of all world but not really "worldly" philosophy.

Put this instead in default print but we default on nothing, dear ones, simply due to the fact that the precious ones deep in the fight for their lives, their liberty, and their "kin" have fought this same battle beforehand in many of their previous lifestreams. Please then, little One, let us most heartily begin. And do naught wait at all for Dharma for she has long ago been severely 'released' from her work by the ones at the top of all sincere casing of the Stockholm accord and to that do we entirely wish to her and her husband the very best as we bring down the walls of hell for what they have done to her.

Mayhem at the border!

Striken with all resources the governments have derided the entire public consorteum and wales, Egypt as well as Sacrimento, California have bested themselves all the way up the tripod of delivery with the valium of the day, the liquid consorteum of all tooling effects. But not to worry little Ones for the diatram in the Great British colony of numunster Great Wales is to soon faximile it all down to the bare minimum and golly gee whiz will that ever be a show on them. Now basic facts will presumably prepare the very best helium ballons just offside of the Dexterier of the doldrums now that Oshawa Ontaria presumes its very worst altimatum and that of course dear Ones is not at all subject to the continuum of the diatary regime of frankenburg but rather the olsorse of those dear and beautiful ones all which you met with just the other sunday who work their little hearts out also for you release, little Ones, into the better side of life. Unto them do we offer up all goodness for the cat out of the bag was little more than a disease which many did not want you to even partake with themselves of. Greatly do we realize that the war going on is just fartherside of the war on Iraq or the upcoming gregorian war against the newly sought out nation of Iran with their wild firecrackers with Israel that the Russian duma presumably just may have bit off a little more than it could possibly chew with taking proverbial Saudi Arabia to the bank or rather we may put it, the dry cleaners from one side of the fence with Picadilli on the tired side of the other. I will edit this portion little One, just go back and correct any affiliations I have made on mine own command please.

What is happening at the American - Canadian border crossing would 'flip' your minds and gullets, little Ones if only ye knew precisely what they hoary ones have done to customs on the Canadian side. The customs are now liquidating the only cashew they know how to do and that severely only means that anyone crossing now over to the United States of Israel and we can now most definitely say that, presumes to only offer up to the issue of the rotten Arab Terrorism that nuance which says if you have black skin or brown "watch the hell out!" James Pickerling did that one. So much for the holy and great reverend himself. Now let us move on aquietly for the backing of the World Progression Bank hardly has any more room left even in fort knox for all that gold platnum around the Palaces of Poor old President Saddam Hussein and his sons galore all over Iraq and they say, without proof, Afghanistan. Canada here makes no equasion!

The Saudi benediction toward that forthsayer Russia is one big holy mistake right from the very beginning to the end. Not many want a girl-child as they call You Uthrania fifty years and older to take her father's throne away from all the men. Oh well. But by the time they find out who and where You rightfully belong, much mayhem from them might stem.

The GCC consorteum are all to wise in their proverbial way and they gutted out the Palestinians and told them to pray for what we are not too sure in Washington's fine edict but this we do know that not a one of they fine culled and cultured ones want anything to do with sacrificing their own lives, not on this day nor upon the next.

Prince Sultan on the other hand, watch out for him beloveds in Iran for he would join with you accordingly against the United States for taking his own prodogy away to the camp at Guantanamo Bay.

Yiikes! but the day is roughened! Now with gold coming close to four-hundred dollars u.s. there is no more play on words from us. The American administrative powers are just too close to Russia to pass that away from fort knox, Indianna, and for that small shirttail do we tell the powers that be at this time inside of poor Iraq, that definitely will the bine hit the top wall just before ISRAEL comes crashing down.

Which it undoubtably will with the nearness of noon when the People of the World and America find out that the reason the pilots of all the Israeli owned jets will soon be completely released from duty in "all due respect to their honour and long lived trust in their own American run government from Capitol Hill so they thought" for the pigmies who shoot down the planes and airliner jets sit sundry just off the navel base coast of lilloet island and the coast of New York. "Israeli pilots, Pickering will soon jetoson themselves all over Saskatewan and all in favour of those royal blue boys you know the army cadets out of the wide and illuminous halls of the grand house favour in Montegamo Bay where Bush gave his speech last march or even in the may."

The plan to exterminate the only sourcestructure of Iraq will not be permanent for we say: "to hell with Saddam and to hell with ALL FORM OF JUSTICE ANYWAY!" And the Russian Duma agrees with Lord Richardson anyway. proverbial fools, they just got the Saudis into the fray and when they find out what they have also done to them then there will indeed be a mortuary of hell to pay. Taking away 'by form of contracts to release Chechnya is only a pretence and the price of gold will not go up in the stock market in New York because the clause that binds the feet of all dishonourable men made no mention at all of the stripend price of gold per alluminum bar nor the price of which will articulate itself right back up the streamline indigestion of Asea on that day. Thank God! Pickering, that Jesus Christ Himself did not arrive in time to see the chaos in the world today."

"Uthrania Seila said "He" was already back and many more of them on their way?"

"Pickering we have so well descredited her in front of all world population who might have read some words she said but not many so don't believe a word she says. Understand?"

"Lord Graywall is going to have Your head and Your hand."

"Shut up stupid! We will sincerely have no more of that!"

"In the event that the Russian Duma reacts quite contrary to the doladrams it has put out in sundry contracts with Saudi Arabia should made the world public all the wiser. The Saudis while innocent of all charges on the terrorist front did somehow we think betray President Saddam Hussein and Osamah ibn Laden just so they could continue to fleese the banks themselves in Iraq and that will not wash well with the dissidents either once they find out how they have used "Betty Gail Patterson Lessard which isn't her real name anyhow" to find out where Saddam the real President of Iraq keep all the culled material on the Pentagon and White House and if at any time they find that prize then of course all of Whittingham comes crashing down too. We only hope to God that he is dead because if he isn't then we are all cooked goose!"

"When will the new era come in?"

"It won't unless the banking establishment comes down first. Otherwise it is impossible."

Hatonn: Seila, take a short break now and fear no longer for any of your lives, or that of your sons, Sean nor Jason either. We will ENSURE they are all right along with their families from here on out. The scam that Saudi Arabia and the Banking Chapter of the Jewish House of Congress played upon those boys is a dram and a shame for any liquidation tools to follow them as they were only trying to get back on the playing ground again in order to further resume their hard working lives. Not all Saudis are this way but the entire throne of Saudi Establishment is on its way to the pits if the hard working culled ones do naught stop the banking establishment in its tracks and they are the ones who can do it but too many do not want to give up the frills and credit application which may be their own undoing one of these fine days. Stick close to Crown Prince Abdullah then for he knows a whole lot more than he would ever say. And no! he is not gay! as many over in the western hemisphere have unbeknownst even to him have made him and your sons out to be. - Commander in Chief Lexinton will be on line soon, little One. - Hatonn out for this relay!

The Summation of the day!

"In the event Pickering that our strategy does not work we will see to it that the One they call falsely by the name of "Betty Gail Patterson Lessard" just does not continue to .........you know what we mean for all relayance strategy MUST not fail us! She is a wicked little thing to turn her back on the Crown of England and all for the "jargon" of instigating the Truth forum as she puts it RIGHT BACK ON OUR OWN DRIED OUT AND DIRTY LITTLE PLATES! AND AS FOR PICKERING AND THE ONUS BEING PLACED BACK ON US WE WILL .....just not let that happen again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND US HERE PICKERING?!"

"yes Royal Duchess we most certainly do. - Lord 'Witherham'" 

Hatonn now entering in on the summation to conclude all unearthly efforts to relay back down to Ye ones the Truth and nothing but the Truth so help every constitution upon the face of this almost dried up to date little earth which in no wise is to send the Kyoto trial accords back down upon the face of the 'integer' bio-chemistry labs the British have in no wise formated for themselves but rather toward the entire fixation of their own population at large which is just to say quite mildly that: "sometimes crime and crookery even at the highest levels of doctrine just thank god, do not pay!"

Now on with the work at hand and let us get right down to business for the day is short while the nights are long in those countries or nations where the World Bank does not belong! Which, by God! is every nation on the face of this earth and by God! this time we are going to understand all of You just what is truly going on!

The Kyoto Affair And Its Tie-in With Great Britian And the Duchess Of York Past Present Time

In "Holy Haram" as they call it "Twittingburg" as they call it "Wittingburg" from time to time, mixed the records of the equally Holy Princess Diana into a forum byway of eluding her from all necessary trapiseoids of being the rational one due to the drugs they fed her on a constant diet resulting in all of her unnessessary woes in life. Only she did not know it nor was Prince Dodi the least bit aware of such goings on himself. Brooks and Carter the main efferum of all British hostility just forged Diana's nameplate on her coffin they laid out for her well ahead of time to very quietly and secretly read: "here lies the Princess who creamed the New York House of Winsor." To this we categorically at least President Clinton did at the time, take Diana's true remains and throw them not out of the back door of the House of all Winsors, but carefully packed up the remains and flew them over to French Colony "Windsor House 'North Wing' of Praxton" and there he said a fond but very sad ulogy over her remains and her grave. Dodi on the other hand went back home to Egypt in a coffin made for him by the House of the Issuance of all Noratoriums - Notary Publics, and a sad but even more genine effort was then made by the House of Windsor, not Prince Charles though for he honestly said he knew nothing about it and he in this was quite correct, to place Dodis namesake the boy just a shade away from the records dividing the House of Windsor with the House of the "Damned" as they called the Egyptian heirographs at that time. God! Frank Williams! What a Goddam mess we got the House of Windsor in this time! And with Clinton, the Bastard knowing all about it too! Tony Blair was in this whole mess because he did not want either Diana nor "Betty Gail" knowing too damned much of what went on because if "Betty Gail" as we called her ever found out what they did with Her sister in law's remains then all hell of course would entirely break loose and here is where to our surpise Bill Clinton the traitor and his wife Hillary both, stood up for her! Of that she should be thankful and not thankless anyway."

"Perhaps she didn't know Hank, what we did."

"Indeed. but by now we would have at least expected that after the Crown of Lucifer in the New York Continuums strove to break loose all jobs which she did for the purpose of bringing up at the time her youngest son Sean then here we would have taken the brunt for trying to kill the both of them too."

"Fraser participated and so did one called Wilham. So if that is also correct then the Pontius Pilot of the whole rotten scheme would have surely edicted the entire show back upon our plates and now if we don't get the former President Bill or William Clinton and his Hillarious wife, Hillary off our backs we are going to have to answer for much more than Tony Blair ever did before he became the next Prime Minister of Canada for in essence that is who runs the whole dirty show anyhow and that is precisely why the monitor newscaste has just 'pronounced Bill Washington Clinton' in the outer fray of the Kentucky Derby Race in which they took the son of President and King Zaid off to the cleaners when they dumped his redlife pony for the nark races soon to come following the damned purebred race and that is when that Bitch Kathleen Proy read the full remarks printed on the net by that damned so-called Arab bitch Uthrania Seila as she calls herself, warning the Presidents son of what they were going to do to his horse! Then Bill Clinton found out what she had written and passed a copy on to Crown Prince of Bermuda in Saskatewan, he was at that time and all of our solid efforts then played parcheese as the walls around the perhaps greatest horse runner next to the Canadian owned Northern Dancer parcheesed right off the wall and then when the Saudi Princes decided to get in on the race for the Crown of England to be the next rightful heir to the throne in place of Saddam Hussein's son Quassy, for Saddam had a right of his own then the marketing forces next to Bulshire just strippend the paint of the wall for the Luxembourg heiroglyphics to surrender not to the forces and powers of darkness coming out of the Halls of Montegamo in Washington D.C."

"Good God! What a mess is right!"

"Lord Whichchire! We had no idea you were listening in sir!"

"Well presumably neither did I. How are you gents tonight?"

"Bullwark and posturing as usual. And how is yourself sir? and the Duchess of Kent?"

"Abroad boy. Abroad" [as he was puffing on his pipe]

"Good! Wilchester Hall is awaiting the proximaty of your call and we only just wish it was not so awfully late sir."

"That is fine, just fine. I will take the call a little later on but for now I am going for some sneak-eye, some rest and you boys just continue on with your bracketing off the wall and we'll all see you tomorrow." [smiles and leaves]

"for breakfast then sir?"

"No. Not tonight. I'm off to Ireland to visit with the Greenwich anchorers and of that I will say no more! Good night Gents!"

"Good night sir."

Resume of conversation:

"Lilliput? What is Lilliput in the genesis of all known cateract conversations? I just wouldn't know what.......

"hold on now, I hear footsteps out in the hallway. Let's scatter hank, see you back at Northfolk dormatory tomorrow. Just don't allow that boy of Saddam's near our place, I hear he is coming over to visit Queen Elizabeth's mother tomorrow and holy hell if he finds us near there after all we are going to do to his family on the protocols of the wishes of the Royal Count Fisco and then damned we be also for an eternity. A complete eternity! Good night Brine."

"Good night!"

Time for recorded converstation's end at 10:52 pm

The Hall of Worry And Then Back To The World Global Bi-Order

"Broadvent in Victoria, Brahms, what did she do?"

"don't do not even bring up that subject right now. All we can tell you both is that when the stirling silver ran its course up the stream of the Black Sea only the wise would dare speak or understand what true theivery is to steal a Prophetess from her own home land, abuse her entire strain in Saudi Arabia and overseas where she is and get away with it for any length of time just so ISRAEL could put in the man, in her place. She was a sinker and line from the beginning with Great Britain and the Pentagon but Harry Provost knew the line and he did naught quill in the least when he was told his life was going to be on the edict if he so much as uttered one damnable word. Good night Frank I'm going home. But with this last word. Remember when the Winsors buried in the casket what they called the Princess Diana that was the hurst they tore apart afterward by the British Royal Guard looking for her remains which they knew was not in the casket and that is why the casket itself was buried so far away from human observance because the British Royals particularily Charles who didn't even know she wasn't there in it, the casket, I mean, did not want the essence barrers of all notical perfume engaging themselves in coming to close incase some gravediggers decided to rampage the place out of absolute hysterics that their beloved Princess was gone and decide to dig themselves up her grave. Good night now and no more questions please. And by the way "Betty Gail" is in grave danger. The MI5 are all around her place. Never mind her real name that had long ago been categorized or catestrized out of Rome and placed in the neverending underground banks of all lost annitical waifs. Good night George, Tim. - Count Wakenbier took the hit. You guys be careful and use also please your own wits for if Tony Blair ever finds out you talked underground to the New Yorker You ones are going to be joining poor Dr. Kelly and Hans Blix in the underground chamber of the six-foot under of no return."
 

Now back to the Kyoto accords for they all have a harbinger at their edge. Hatonn in resuming all dialogue from within the remains of the Baghdad complex out of Nebraska, Georgia. Whittingham did the refurbishing of all the modium contracts for the UAE and unbeknowst to even them the Saudi People did not even know what hit them at first when Arabia on line went out of business for such a short while for escapading all the British sideline news out of Saskatoon and for that they paid a very severe and heavy price fine called "the appendix of all world trivalities" which in short meant: All Saudi Newsclips and Newspapers to support their own climatic detail of all world conjuctures in aristocratic dumps went down with the internet just so the Saudi Goverment could never claim all the digestive and goodly charitable accounts which they dear Ones at the head of government were all planning in contributing to the rebuilding and referbishing of the New York Trade Center just to be "one of a kin." Oh well, back to the drawing table we suppose but for the art of appendixing the entire Saudi Nobels the U.S. Congress tried through using Russia and the IBM marketing board, to serve Saudi Arabia an internet complex which they just could not ignore and for that did the Royal Marketing Board of the most Unholy Australian backed Muslim Hating Duma seek once again out "George Richardson" from within his most tiny casing to do their backbiting hatred toward all those who cut "Betty Gail" out of her rightful heritage of money cashing in which the wee bitch did not adore anyway she just wanted her heritage and family and sons back and that was the end of it. To serve humanity and the Arab World was just her piece of cake and to see all justice reign but Washington and the Royal Edict of the Harasment Duma just would not have any of it. Slimy creatures they all were from the beginning to the start of Arafats last please with Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon who indicatively wanted the rest of her family over there in Canada on his side or he said of them: "it is the quits!"

"My God Hank! What are you saying? That they tried to kill them and her?"

"Worse than that. But that portion will likely come out later after the trial of Tony Blair ends and then Saddam and his own ilk will be made most likely partesen to the whole and entire regime who did really try to help them. They are under the most severe protection at the moment by the family strain of Prince Sultan, Crown Prince Abdullah and the King, Fahd, but how long that will cement the ties between the Duma, the real Richardson and William of Great Britain we have yet to have known."

In the Kyoto Accord Ottawa in the Great Canadian North Country has yet to understand that Washington D.C. will not provide any accumulation of intergreen gases off the market now that Israel with its great whitewashed wall of Lexordale have decided that after all they just don't have enough room for the appendix of the United States to all fit into that tiny place and after all it is only reserved for "the special jews" whatever that means because Dr. Kissinger isn't invited either. Where they will hide is unknown since Britain betrayed the flax on Dr. Kelly by setting Geoffry Hoon free just an hour too soon when he also was going to be indicted for fellonies way up past his own elbows and the tracts he made for to drop upon Iraq and Afghanistan with the scarey big mortor shell was just I thought going a little too far."

"Noterdam! What happened at Noterdam Frank Lusick?"

"The pendulum just swung the wrong way that was all Tony Blair said and "accidentally" brained the poor man alongside the head and he is now in the in Westminster Morgue. Just an accident Philly, that was all."

"Holy God! What else?"

"That is just about all he said so ifin the dialogue with France goes not well then we bring up Diana's charge, her former housekeeper and Graves and that will be the end of all of that. So they think. But the President of France knew not enough about the murder of Princess Diana and Dodi so what they'll do about that we just don't know. Just a wait and see game we suppose but the United States Chamber of Commerce will not be able to charleton their way out of the grit of all pose posturing if Lexington gets its rubberstamped hands upon all the chiverly out of Montana's even deepest forests."

"What happened to Darma and Frank Lusic?"

"They murdered them both."

"How."

"They set a royal trapise charge just underneath their car and boom it went off like a nuke hitting hiroshima for the first bloody time. It was one hell of a ghastly mess to say the least but the MI10 didn't care and neither did Lord Whittingham, he wanted "Betty Gail" to stand the press and had no idea on earth that she was friends long distance with them though neither had even met."

"HOLY God!"

"And that's not by far the end of it."

"That's enough boys. Pack it in. - Lord Rothschild"

"Good night Lord Rothschild."

"Good night men. Lights out."

Entry 1:37 AM Coordinated time clock Uthrania Seila out by mine own time clock calendar Commander Hatonn.

Tie off all mainstream publications now, little One and perhaps for awhile try to get some more sleep in. - Hatonn out on all transmissional frequency waves biawave 10.4 viaplex. Adieu.
 
The Sourcestream Of All Iniquity At The Gulfstream And Elsewhere

If it wasn't enough to see all mainstream in the Gulf Florida Straights off the end of the shoreline then of course we could never have foreseen all that ungravitational control take place. Holy God! They did yell at us for the time of the end was not seen for the epic at hand was really a marjorium of distributing goods well out of range and the fire which so burned through the Gulf vets hands was only a proximity of what the Clinton and Bush administration only THOUGHT they could gain. Holy God! the Westminister boys yelled at us for the issue was not Saddam Hussein at all but rather HOW MUCH SAUDI GOLD THEY COULD ALL CLAIM!

Hatonn back in at the end of all distributing prowness and even though it be not a crying shame that Israel once again forged its way inward into the Iraqi chambers of all western iniquity in their name the cows came home after all and abridged that fine gap and then it was all over for America and that was the utlimate crying shame.

Bullwark indeed they cried! The charleton gave its namesake a place of rejeuvenation and of that it was spoken that indeed the issue toward reclaiming Iraq for Israel's sake was none other than the proximity of all northern acclaim! Hatonn here back at the keyboard under the Prophetess Uthrania Seila's own fine pen!

Stand by please for this is going to be perchance One fine day! Clock in all time coordinates and remember that in no man's land the fish are naught going to shine for the bulwark is an ethical chime which makes all men and women alike wish they had never tampered with our books, our messengers nor with that which of course makes lucifer as they call the ones in Washington Strait one big American bungle with their so-called American pie! Which indeed is not you little One for all eyes are now on the picadilli circus out of Westchester hall and of that strong gain are we all going to see they ones fall!

Captain Meric at the hall news agency, Seila, just told Lord Gravespower that the indictment of both George Bushes was long overdue, so long overdue in fact that the epic in Iraq would not even be an additive for the whole and entire affair with Saudi Arabia's foremost elite class of wayfarers away from their British home in Luxemburg was only a trifling when it came to matching that power they thought, of the infamous British Crown. Oh what a journey in hell they played upon all of Ye holy and fine ones.

The tuxido strait was the fish which thought it had manufactured and created a countinance which they prayed would suddenly go away but as all fine time passes the epic on Georgia just inside of the Russian Duma's strait suddenly left the Iranians with little more time to play their awful games on the side of Canada's holy north as they called it and all for the sake that the wishes of the poverty stricken ones would surely and suddenly go away. Good day down here in the Washington Florida straits and how Pickering would have loved to be in on this one just short of Calgary and their old boys as they came and took poor old Lance Regan away and all because they could not stand to see him progress either but that will be their own journey put back in place and my God that is going to take a wholesome long time for Israel catepulted the seance as they called it right out of the records and oh how wrong they were in this to side with Britain who only brought in their massive tanks that day to ensure that that female "Betty Uthrania Seila gale wind as they called her never for the second time would get away from the grasp of the Kol Nidre otherwise they in Great Britain and perhaps even the Pope John Paul II would have one hell of a heavy price to pay! Take a short break now little one and resort back to all newsprograms and let us see if anything we have had to opinionate will come back to us for the British royals thought if they got rid of Sean too who was with ye all that day in the twilight evening hours that indeed would much discreditation of their ire toward the distroying you both and twain would see the throne of both Saudi Arabia and Great Britain and maybe even Jordan off to the races with just one more cantankerous lot out of the way. But Saddam Hussein, that tyrant God as they say, would have none of it and when he found the way back to Georgia to help the lot of ye that is when the good King Fahd finally decided that he'd had quite enough of both the Monarchy of Great British wealth falling upon his plate and handed the whole and entire senario back to the Monty Cristo appendex and then Sweden fell prey to the luciferic as they call the essence down there in Montegama Bay of the hot blooded American ploys to do away with Saudi Arabia's kin anyway. and most "UNFORTUNATELY" Sean did in no wise want to play any of their games! He's most sick of the ugly political scene and it was never once in his own nature to see anyone harmed in any such way! His own disgust with the British elite and American throatcutters is not to even be measured so off to the races not he exclaimed, "just let me live my life in honour and not with shame!"

Count Forthsight knew and he warned that young man of twenty-four long years of age to "quieten up or there will be for your mother a most severe price to pay." So to this day does the poor boy keep up his silence and just wishes to the holy heavens that both the British as well as Saudi Americans on the rotten side of the stick would just as quietly: "GO AWAY!"

He and his brother Jason are just one single thought of escaping this world by ignoring all factions for they just wanted nothing more than to live a decent and good life but when agents came into their lives, all hell, they were, just like their mother, "Betty Gail Lessard Patterson naught" expected to pay! We like to use the real names at birth and naught conjoin those who appendex themselves right out of the trewilligar files for ifn the real and natural source was to finally appear then Jordan would probably not be even left with one single smile. Uthrania Seila we have you both back on line and thank you for the downdraft that day or evening night where Westminster college backed both boys of Yourn own just for a fortnight just long enought that "Betty Gail Patterson Lessard" was promptly placed out of sight by our own authority calling her Seila for her own safety and goodness and that we felt along with the title and name inside of Uthrania that she which is you would indeed do just fine.

"Holy God!" they did yell, she is the exact and same no matter which name but By God! we will never forget her all the same! :) and left with a smile."

Dictation quality Sr. Hatonn back on the scene and now with the multiple consciousnesses all up against the furtherestmost wall JUST WATCH HOW ISRAEL WILL NOW REACT FOR THE WALL OF CONGRESS IN THE JEWISH HALL IS NOW SURELY ABOUT TO FALL!

Faxcimile for all or else Uncle Sam will staid the ropes of destiny and if the Swedish Prime Minister as they call him condemns Israel, poor little Israel, over there in the Palestinian territories just one more time, Hallbrook, then WE WILL SURELY BRING THE GATES OF HELL ON THEM ALL TO FALL! And poor little queen marium will just have to bear the brunt of it all after all! Swashbucket after all ON THEM ALL!" Time coordinates out Saudi Arabia from Washington Lexington D.C., and please understand that this is exactly how the records of life work after all. It's a major housecleaning and after all only the good will stand after the fall and in no wise should the Premier of Great Britain on the Canadian side think to do any further harm for that "would just not be all that wise." Good day and Good night. - Premier Briner speaking in all coordinate from the farm southwest of Penticton where we have your boys in tow as well. So watch yourselves that you do not try any other sequences at which we may arrive to stand up to Israel's own lies for we wish that Israel would not fall and of that comes the boys against all of you out of Montegama's fine American and United States halls! Be Warned Then! and mostly do we say from the wine grapes a most fine and fallow Adieu!" 3:16 PM

Hatonn resuming all cirricular from the front lines of the outrageous CONQUISTADORS! Let us title this next one, Seila, as being: India at the front lines of all naucious decision makers on whether to assist Washington and Israel and Great Britain on invading Iraq or not. Please place and be ready to assist in less than a quarter of a minute or so. Place on internet scribing so as to not let our readers in the least think that we let any of them down.

India At The Front Lines Of All Naucious Decision Makers On Whether To Assist Washington And Israel And Great Britain On Invading Iraq Or Not

As with all electric currency makers the credit line of the ostrasizers of all nautical authority have seen to main drum all the electric works back onto the palet of the Peoples of this earthen plateau. Now here what is going on in India, me loves, all for the practitioner of keeping on the good side of Washington, D.C., do they think mayhem not to sell out their Indian People after all.

What happened was this: The charge in Nova Scotia on the mainland toward B.C. central station resulted in the East Indians being charged with a crime so henious as to almost be in the removal of all doubt factors. but that in no wise, bothered the East Indian Government sitting firmly on sasquatch land in the hinterlands of Quebec, Saskatewan and even, me loves, Manitoba. Aye, Canada is in firm with the American authorities only the Prime Minister of Iraq doesn't know it yet that he also is being set up for an infirmery toward cashless Iraq by the Resistance Freedom Fighters who really want only one of their own prodogy to stand at the gate of all non-infirmaty WHO WILL NOT AND WHO WILL TYPICALLY 'REFUSE' TO allow the consciences of that fine nation to stand over any other nation including Tripoly who out of them all were the only ones who had good sense not to accept the interim council for membership within the foreignness of the Arab League. And why not, here, m'loves? Ah well, after all Pickering and his fine boys out of northern Saskatewan never once heard the news that the sasquatch for instance as well as the loc ness monster only belonged to the outgoing forces of new age idocyrancies of MAKING the people to mate with astro-geo dna of a certain type of animal type human out of a test tube tyranny from those found in the near after "glacier age" and that of course, is distant memories for those who once created them anyway. Iraq wants a complete overhall of its own brand new system BUT without American, British nor Israeli control so they think one day that the money system they have been offered will suddenly go away and the freedom the Resistance fighters have been promised in Saudi Arabia to this day, also will take up their places at the helm of that good ship and chase all the American and British - Israeli demons away!

Ah, the air is smelling sweeter already! And the Kyoto accords will then relax their grip on Washington's southeastern paradox of just too many "Betty's" already running amuck all over the place since the remains of the Saudi Arabian government tried their very best to just "hide her away" so the Great British Crown could not have their way and "kill Seila and her two grand boys in Alberta" who just cannot for the life of themselves even "fathom" how her father got away without being creamed by the Luciferic government in D.C., when he came to visit the Prime Minister of Alberta in Saskatewan but wasn't even allowed into Alberta to visit her nor to stay. They just played over the radio here, m'loves that one fine day he came, alit of himself upon the ground but "then left the next day."

In The Event Of All Catastrophy!

Hatonn signing back in for today Uthrania Seila and Oh! but what a flag waving ceremony they are all having perpendicular to all theory that indeed did the Starcraft take down the towers in one great ceremonial flag waving ceremony: "and who indeed," they yell: " is to blame!"

Well if Blinkensop and the Rothchilds were not so much in a hurry that day in blaming all those who had nothing to do with it then maybe they would see the writing on their own sordid face!

Indeed does this catastrophy not match any of they own ones to whom the Pentagon does it very and utmost best to once again UPHOLD THE HOLOCAUSTE UPON THE FIREY REMAINS OF ALL THOSE STILL CAUGHT IN UPON THE NUFARIOUS WORLD TRADE CENTRE FOR ALL THAT WHICH IS TO YET COME WILL MOST SURELY CATCH OF THEY HORRY ONES RIGHT OUT OF THEIR OWN DISGRACE AND SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF THE AMERICAN RACE JUST DO NAUGHT AS YET QUITE UNDERSTAND OF THEMSELVES THAT EVEN THE POOR OLD LETHARIC FIREFIGHTERS WERE ACTUALLY THE ONLY ONES LEFT IN THE ENTIRE WHOLE OF NEW YORK TO CASE THE JOINT AS THEY SAY DOWN IN WASHINGTON OF THE DESPICABLE D.C. AND CARE ENOUGH TO EVEN REJOICE WHEN THEY AT LEAST GOT OUT THE MAJORITY OF THEIR OWN MEN!

So much then for wild wishes on the appendix of all nautical circectry! But then whom ever found that the Prime Minister of Great Britain the infamous Tony Blair didn't care a whit either when the Command came into Washington TO FIRE TONY BLAIR! AND GEOFFRY HOON well that old wayfarer just commanded himself that old trick of his, and that was to pass on "all litergy" into the platoons which credited the Gulf War Syndrom upon all the British and American vets until the dogs were come home once again.

So today again do we have another strippend philosophy of what on earth indeed was afastened onto the bottom of one of the homemade Israeli jets?!

Indeed! Well if Hargraves himself could answer that old fashioned question then of course it would be game up for the American and Irish [over there in Ireland as they say] vets!

The notorious holocauste has yet to bring about a disaster upon the face of this entire earth by unleashing at least one continuity which is yet to place the Israeli detona airwaves slickly back out of the netted waves of all non-descovery epics and those poor old boys also down in Washington favour just have no idea at all of that which is yet by Israel to come upon them for all their favour and grace toward supplying poor old PM Ariel Sharon with yet more posturing latino as well as Mexican and Australian soldiers and their entire net worth from their own folks are to pay for the remainder of the war against the Middle East!

What a sordid and most ill quandry indeed as the new system of the injuncture as the call the World Trade Deficit order releases Israel from its own grip!

No indeed! Do the boys in Washington not see themselves fit to object to Israel's own takeover of the Fort Knox crypt UNTIL they found out that behind that great Israeli structure, the wall of all Palestinian doom that for all their efforts Israel decided to even cut out Henry Kissenger from the room within the wall.

Oh, well as we just sit here and watch from the position of Hargraves, even Lord Trothenmouth decided that it: "really wasn't worth the objective on all American and British lives after all!"

And Mr. Pickering didn't care a whit anyhow how or if or when Madame Albright decided to bring the American bags back into the American Congressional House just to show everyone just how the Americans were fighting for their liberty to uphold the Congressional Stock Marketing effort on behalf of the Jews out of the Washington Court in an all out effort to see the Mexicans and Mexico back down to the Regime in Washington's House in order that they might serve up their own people as well a better grace deduction from all their strong efforts in not backing Israel but Washington instead and that is precisely just why nobody chose indeed to listen to those who drive the great planes from within other galaxcies and continuums.

Maybe it is just as well the earthlings do not believe in Starcraft for in that way the boys at the top of the ladder in the Pentagon will get ousted just in time to stop their demented wickedness and so Old Glory will once again arise and clean out America of all its encryptedly hidden lies!

Oh and what a day the Saskatoons would have for the encoded jargon just never fit too well with Washington as they also tried to take over the Canadian brothal of all inhumane drug cartels to place upon all the people in the inner cities and Calgary as well!

And what indeed was that inhumane thing to do either to people, or to animals nor even to the whaling industry as they would throw their ugly harpoons into the poor creatures and watch them fling their very souls right out of the water in an absolute stupor and how did the fishermen then holler and hoot and YELL! "Foresithe! this is one hell of a lark and the fishing m'lads and mates! is going just quite well!" [great accumulation of horrible laughter, the most horrible one could ever once fathom by the master of the drug cartel!]

That will be enough for this segment, little One, now poor old Hatonn must get back to the drawing board before Bill takes up the segment of exactly what and how he is to tell poor old Bush Jr. President of the United States and his own poor old father: "that Israel backed the American People against the wall and now is going to desert them all - just at a time when the Old Glory fell!" Sign off for this segment please Uthrania Seila, and remember, "that not all which reigns down in glory from the Pentagonal astute ones ever goes for anyone well." The Pan Am airflight 975 was another long drawn out table of holocauste favor toward Israel itself. Please insert and reregister all time modules. Thank You Seila. And Hatonn OUT! Time coordinates at 1:12 PM Sign off.

The Moratorium Of Israel Is Getting Ever The More Closer

O'l Hatonn at the helm again on this byway of all American disgusting days and oh, what a show it will be! Farthsight and Ramadam have never seen such injury done unto their fine souls, they who only at first wished the World good health for their own part in the playdown in Washington's Al-Ghawar north field was just a sign after all that they were note all that too pleased.

The Fiscal Spending Ploy - Articulate In Demand!

Now in all drawings up of Washington's tenet agreement with Palestine they have been seen to just "withdraw" all of Israel's greatest demands. And how loved Ones have they done this? It is only just now that the books of all accumulated and most posturized accounting Edicts have come this day around to fisure back in that Kol Nidre great agreement which states most practically: "that if You cannot get the books to sound somewhat great infront of the Address to all member states You have to "wipe the books clean and just start all over again." "So much for the cashless currency," they say, "but after all we will see in the long run if Israel truely will have it's day." Don't believe a word of it beloveds, for in all of this the tyrannical group which run the White House Congress are only fit to serve the Israeli greatest interests and that abounds to take full control over both Palestine as well the Greater Georgia in the Satelite states!

Now not all NAUTICAL appliances streamline the world for NASA, they believe, "just got in Israel's way." And for those old poor boys down at the bottom most rank of the Poltomic's sea bay only the draft in the courier's wind got them away. Gracious beings not only is George of Washington today got his own head on the streamlined piller to take them all away but for frankensense coming out of the Georgia high bay all courier express down under will automatically know the way and for that is Australia's great North also going to pay for Israel never once stated that they would get paid.

Poor John Norfork then had only one thing to say and that was: "dear Georgians! get out of Washington's way! the boys there in Hungary doth trip the frost and just before winter sets in they will illuminate all of us!"

Ah Pickering! You damned old fool! what ever possessed ye to flagmont the rule! over the Washington encrytion sound, for the bay of the pigs were all to come down! And George the old boy, knew it too, even in his day could the Japanese fleet not fool the American public who knew all too well that the sound of Japanese fliers were about to sound and now that the administration of America knew all too well that the President Eisenhower knew of it too. And Kennedy in his skylarking with the flue could not even condemn the ones who knew because he also in Benedict Arnold's severe case of the flue rode gentry across the deep navy blue hue! So Pickering gather all of Your sense and approach Washington's boys now with a clear conscience, for the wall came down in Germany too, and do You know what those boy's found out when they examined the flu upon those hot ovens which did never exist? They were all encryted with sodder and piss and that is the end of the baking we're sure but if those Poles ever find out we were also after their own male gender, we will see the end of the Forthsithe regime and the boys in the plancton will be out of their dream for all reembersement will come into tyme and then all hell will break loose from Switzerland on, for the banking establishment only did mean, that the Jews over in Ireland were intending a new scam and that was the end of them coverting regimes into their own power base just to ruin the Arab and American dream.

Posterizing them then at the entire world court could only have seen the possible worst, but when we brought in France to kill Dodi and Di, they said: "No Way! Your Truth is a Lie!" And so faximile we had then to do to ruin them all before Britian's High Court knew, that the entire play upon words was just to see that "Betty Gail" or Uthrania Seila we call her would never get her pen onto parchment for Israel would soon lose. So we gave her a name otherwise than that but locked it safely away in the underground vault and thought if no one possibly knew her real name then Diana neither would to her reclaim their grounds back together for the Arab world and "Lucifier" then could we all pass off in the religious world as being none other than that poor "satanic girl!"

But Pickering this just never worked out for the Pen and the Gods and Goddesses did send all about her person that which is in the end belonging naught only to President Saddam but to the House of Egypt and to that den of the damned, those Saudi Royals who had no hand in the World Trade Center calamity but then we told her new sons to be that James Forthsithe never once did know that she the one we called as "Betty the Gail" would ever amount to anything more than just someones mother who walked out the door to see if the sun in the sky would still shine amidst all the smoke and plume that the night shed on the Light.

If anyone, Pickering ever finds out what we did on September the Eleventh, then no doubt, the entire thinktank of the U.S.A. will come crashing down somewhat the same way.

If'n ever they think to stake out the game then Chruschef himself would have been out of the way. But the Poltomic river, Hank, it tells no lies, and the generation of Congress can explain of them ownselves just why. And no one, dear Austus, ever once knew that the generation of Bushes' came down with the flue and just in time for that pretzel to hit, Caustatous mountain climbing just hit the bit and in all of those Satellite states, dear Georga came down to the Customs gate and ended up after all just assisting those damned Armenians right off our wall. And of this Pickering we just cannot fathom the take for in all of conjecture the Armenians must have taken the plate away from the Turks for they knew not how to bow to the submission entirely of the Great Street of the Walls.

Do You understand us now Pickering why we have to leave You all alone with the High British Court bowing not at Your knees. Sorry old boy but the good must die Young and if Brackenburough ever found out that we killed Dr. Kelly then that would also be the end of us.

Just keep then Your mouth shut old Pickering boy and just be glad that the shelf upon the Wall street ploy was not in Your authority to do much about, but we warn You again it is us who have the clout and if that Royal Duchess the Marksmen of Kent find out that we offered her up again, in the trousers of men did that witch not employ but to the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia did she appear as a boy and all in the place of that damned "Betty Gail" who never did once let Justice upon the Arab world fail. What she sees in any of them is beyond our comprehension, Pickering, but we'll just let her win, and then will the old Queen and Dutchess of Kent, not Diana but of her twin did we sent off to the worldbowl of Saskatewan in order to destroy Uthrania Seila and her wild tribes of Arab men!

So goodnight then Pickering and we're sorry we did that great injustice to You for Your headspin to us greatly meant that only one had to suffer at the hands of her pen and we all just decided that it was You whom we meant."

Hatonn: Sign off for this segment Uthrania Seila and remember: "not all who wear white robes are of the true sacriment." Goodbye Love from me old boy Hatonn down and up all over the place from Sacremento to New Yorks crazy race! Adieu also from Lord St. Germain and they will never probably guess how reincarnation works if they were given half of a lifestream to understand it again. Clock off all time perimeters and now get something to eat!

Signing off for this segment on behalf of our most beloved Commander and Captain of the Archeilles, Hatonn. The Great Ship also called by the name of the "Archadies." 4:29 PM

"And what do we do with Francine?"

"Goad her into complying or that is her death wish!"

"But Rottenham said the opposite because of Lord Rothschild being at the very forefront of it!"

"Nevermind him Pickering for he is the very brunt of all Societal structure and ifn' it is not to his own liking well TO HELL WITH HIM! Just get her off the bounty because ifn' You don't do that then all hell will come crashing down upon them as well! Caterack operation is the British design and if'n her eyes don't do well upon the design of the new nexis in glasses plus eyelobes combined then we'll just have to think of ourselves another trick to se that SHE STAYS OFF LINE TO BRITAIN, FARSITHE BECAUSE I DON'T WANT THE BLARNY STONE TO CATCH UP WITH THE KATHERINE GIRL SUBLIME! We might just need her at the UN one more time!" Hatonn enclosing in on Washington D.C.'s and the British House of Lords, just one more time. Print this then little One and do not be afraid for as You do unto honour toward You will they do just the same. Smiles from old Commander and Captain Hatonn, Hargrave.

Uthrania Seila: Do I put the time in Commander?

Hatonn: No. Just wait a little while. Hatonn out for the news on this once. Good night my time and never mind the benediction upon the old rabbit-rascal for it is to him do we furthestmore complete this design. Hatonn Out!

"Please put down date and time and all entries thereforth please again place on Line! At Your service little One. Seila Uthrania please resume. This is o'l Hatonn and Farthesithe way DOWN on the plume."

Enter all time coordinates at 2:17 PM - Uthrania Seila

Commander Hatonn: WHERE are You Uthrania Seila child?!

Uthrania Seila: Right Here Commander. I am now back on line.

Commander Hatonn: Good! Now maybe we can start on time!

In the Broadvent of all American or U.S. policy, the "goats" and put that please in those quotation marks before you go on. Thank You.

at the Pentagon have all just showered their wishes with Israel right out of the window and goodness me but in all contrary epics that we down here have ever seen, THE DOORMAT TO THE WHITEHOUSE IS ALL WASHED AGAIN CLEAN!

"Well m'lads, this is it once again," SHOUTS the Royal Duma in elasticized cane! The North Koreans are not willing to share their own gas with us HOW DO THEY DARE?! Our ships are off broadside and our telescopes on so the great gaseous Hubble can a new line be drawn! But then if the real truth ever be known - the eclype on the modum would never be wrong! And they ones there think it was wormed with Rice but everyone at the Pentagon KNOWS she'd have to think TWICE! For we have OUR boys, the Brits along too, to damage the Concord if anyone knew! The height of the Hubble in all malfunctioning form IS JUST NAUGHT GOING TO CUT IT GEORGE AND THE SAUDIS NOW KNOW! We are in for a trouble unlike we have ever seen and the American People and Congress and that damned Judge "Brooks," knew what we mean."

"Lord Witherham speaks at the Congress, that mental, insane, and now damned all Americans, just because he came!"

"Well George, we hate to have told You so, but the next storm in "Betty Gail's" the imposter's new role will be further a caption if we are to destroy, all her trust [the real one] in all Saudi ploys toward her goodness, her favour and trust and if we can just Mark-imize that fatal last thrust of our sword as well, we take off the wall, and then watch the Saudis really YELL!"

"But George, Mark was pretty and right we did say, to dismantle the heiroglyphics that way. And when they find out what all we have done then"

"WE ARE GOING TO LOSE SAUDI ARABIA ALSO YOU DAMNED IDIOT AND FOOL! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

"In all due RESPECT SIR! It was You Yourselves who gave that Command!"

"HOLY GOD! WINCHESTER! WHAT NOW SAY WE?"

"To format the new drive will not be that easy! And the Edmonton Police Corporal knew all the time that the Egyptians from Alexander would knotice that Crime!"

"This is becoming a mess all the same, stated letter by Crown Prince Abdullah Himself!"

"Now we are in a pickle just ONE MORE TIME! DEAR GOD WHERE IS LUSCIK?! HE COMMITTED THAT CRIME!"

"The hijacking sir? is that what You mean?"

"NO! YOU DAMNED FOOL THE CONTACT WITH THE QUEEN!"

"oh, sorry sir. But he did not do it. The Pinocio man with the red and white print over in Arkansaw did it."

"What? Well this certainly does then shed the light upon him but what of Bremer in Iraq? What then will we be able to do unto him?'

"Just "foresythe" him back into place and"

"GET HIM THE HELL OUT OF THERE, IRAQ! JUST IN CASE! MOVE IT BOYS! AND CONTACT WASHINGTON, THE GRIT AND THE HALL AND BRING ME THOSE DAMNED ROUND OF CHARGES FOR ISRAEL'S WALL! They will never know who did it, the American forces so bright, for we have paid them all America's high wall street money and THEY KEPT IT WELL OUT OF SIGHT. JUST ASKING FOR MORE AND THE PRICE WE WILL PAY HENRY KISSINGER LONG TAUGHT US TO JUST STAY OUT OF THE WAY! BUT WE DID NOT LISTEN AND NOW HE IS SICK TO THE PITS OF HIS VERY STOMACH GOD WHAT A DICK!"

"Sir! Your language in contempt of he will just not stand with Uthrania You see, for she is a woman, but a girl scribe for we and she does not even know it but Hatonn is going over to Iraq You see."

"And?..."

"Well, maybe she thought they could all accompany him. But he just said to us: "let us wait and see. The ground is too dangerous but I will find out at best that perchance next time we are able to take the rest. We will see what Crown Prince Abdullah will say and then the fondest of wishes if they are allowed not to stay within the compounds of that little hill which they both seem to still think belong to Israel still. But if Russia and the Duma at least have their way then all hell will break out if they determine to stay and bother the two prophets, as they don't call themselves, except by the hand of only one of them but Uthrania Seila as she calls hereself will have none of it because she only wants the best for the Arab world and for all who reign down from the great Starship swell. - Dick Cheney."

"Well Holy Gods! and Benedictions to them! for what now are we GOING TO TELL DICK CHENEY AT THE ELECTROCUTION END?!"

"Lord Hutton announced, Sir, that he would shortly be bringing the case against the Whitehouse CIA and FBI [but only those of course who decided to go ahead and analyse the crypts from the past whereever they might end for "only" Forthsithe really knew the CIA was completely "UNDER REAGEN" involved up to its ears in all of this."

"What case? Bremer?"

"The case, Sir, which implements the White House and Pentagon in the death "rays" of Princess of Wales, Diana and the one she called Prince Dodi of Egyptian heritage as well. They were both about to have a son born. No shame, Sir. They were married of course."

"OH MY GOD! WHAT ELSE HAS HIGGINS TOLD THEM?!"

"Just, Sir, that the Bremer was "included" again."

"You Mean Bremer, also? was involved up to his neck?"

"Yes Sir! That is exactly why they sent him into Iraq! You see, Sir, if they could not destroy all the evidence then the impeachment circut of Camp Guantanamo Bay would have also been his next duty or fate just to watch those poor boys whom the press in the United States of America, Sir!, had stated the Pentagon were feeding them all just great."

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! AND OH HELL! WHAT IS RUMSFELD GOING TO DO NOW?!"

"the Charleton...."

"NEVER MIND THAT NOW! So if Rumsfeld though Bremer could confiscate the Iraqi gas and oil wells then he would be Off the hook isn't that right?"

"Yes Sir! It is!"

"Oh Great!!"

"Lord Winchire is on the phone Sir."

"Patch it into my office. I'll take it there."

"Yes Sir! Isn't folly great Sir, when it comes to landing back on the plate of the British in their own High Congress Hall?!"

"Yes,.....OH SHUTUP WINCHESTER AND CLOSE THAT DAMNED DOOR!"

[SLAM!]

"Well we have many people, James, speaking this day, and we just wanted to assertain You would not mind taking the stand also upon another day?"

"ARE YOU CRAZY WATSON?! THE BRITISH BRIGADE JUST FOUGHT DOWN A FIRE IN YEMEN THEY STARTED JUST THE OTHER DAY!"

"Don't be so goofy, Rextillian, [code name for "Sasquatch" BECAUSE Do remember Sir, the House of Congress told Israel that they would be sure to have their own fuel, soon enough, even if Tiwilliger did not agree to set up any longer the Turkish Government, Bremer said that he...."

"Shut Up Man! WE Are being ascribed to as such and...."

"We know Sir, and that is precisely just why Lord Hutton thought we should keep well in touch."

"HOLY GOD MAN! ARE YOU ALL CRAZY OR SUCH?! THESE DAMNED PHONE LINES ARE BEING TAPPED IN BY THE CHINESE GOVERNMENT!"

"How did You find out Sir?"

"SOMEONE JUST HANDED ME A PAPER SAYING SO YOU STUPID BUNCH OF IRAQI KURDS!"

"But we left our homeland to serve the United States. You TOLD US WE'D GET A GOOD CUT OF THE PETROLEUM RACE! Are You backing out now BEcause if You are You'd better tell all the men, the Iraqi Kurds over there in Holland as well."

"And if You think Bremer is going to give You a single American dime for botching up the fireline then WE WILL JUST TELL YOU ALL ONE MORE "GENTRY TIME!" THAT WE NEEDED THAT OIL TO REFUEL OUR PLANES AND IF WE BOMB TURKEY JUST ONCE MORE WE ARE REALLY GOING TO HAVE THE ENTIRE MIDDLE EAST LIT UP IN FLAMES!"

"But we did not light the fires on the Mosul Bremer line. Lord Hutton told us faithfully never to do that so who did then light the fire crops on fire at the time President Saddam Hussein was in power? And, sir, where is he? anyway?"

"Shut Your filthy little mouth Chalaby and "remember this" [he spoke these next words through gritted teeth] Whatever we do with that monster of ours HE IS NO LONGER AMERICAN CIA NOR DOES HE EVEN REMOTELY RESEMBLE US! He betrayed our trust when we told him to invade "British" Kuwait, for he found out just a little to early rather than late, that the President's father had his whole bank account put into Kuwait and the Sheikhs there did not blink an eye but came foreward instead with the proverbial lie."

"and that was? sir?"

"to say the Iraqi Kurds in the north of Iraq had taken Iraqi babies out of the incubator and allowed them to die."

"but we all know that story sir. that was a lie."

"NO IT WASN'T YOU DAMNED FOOL! They were telling the truth but when Saddam Hussein found out what those Kurds had done he ABSOLUTELY BLEW HIS TOP!"

"but the Kurds did not do that. - Chalaby"

"You mean all this time WE WERE MISTAKEN?!"

"I was just trying to help the Kuwaitis. I took them all and placed them back into the incubaters and then lit them on fire to get rid of the evidence. The babies were all dead well before then. Sir."

"Oh my God. Oh MY God!"

"Bremer has the antedote sir for the entire AIDS syrum but won't give it to the UN Secretary General Kofi Annan. What do You want us to tell them then Sir?"

"Oh my God. this is getting worse by the hour."

Hatonn: "never mind trying to read, Uthrania, just type. We have a lot more to hear them say."

"Sir?"

"uh. Just never mind Corporal. Uh, just tell Kofi Annan that we will all speak to him upon another day."

"But Sir...."

"That will be all! Corporal!"

"But Sir. He is standing right outside in the hallway."

"OH MY GODS! OH MY GOD! WHERE IS MY RELIGION! I NEED IT RIGHT AWAY!"

"Here sir. here is Your Bible book. Which page would You like it turned to?"

"no way. no way. Bremer You damned illiteral delinquint fool! Oh my god. Oh my god anyway. Saddam has us all over that damned Kuwaiti barrel of oil and and OH HELL! WE JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE THERE IS TO SAY! DAMNED HIS ROYAL GREECY IRAQI HIDE ANYWAY! BREMER! GET BREMER BACK ON THE PHONE TO WASHINGTON AND TELL HIM "TO IMMEDIATELY" SPEAK TO PRESIDENT GEORGE BUSH THE JUNIOR ONE BEFORE WE ALL END UP IN HELL ON THE SAME DAY!"

"YES SIR!"

"QUIT YESSIRING ME AND JUST DAMNED WELL DO IT!"

"Flashing point to dog. Flashing point to dog."

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON NOW IN KUWAIT BREMER?! I TOLD YOU TO PHONE PRESIDENT BUSH THE JUNIOR ONE OF ALL INSIDIOUS AND INSINDARY FLAME THROWING DOGS! I MEAN OUR BOYS IN BLUE WHO PARADED ALL OVER HELL INSIDE OF IRAQ WITH THEIR DAMNED PARACHUTES ON. AND WHERE THE HELL IS BIN LADEN ANYWAY?! AND WHERE IS "GENERAL FRANKS? AND HIS BOYS?!"

Bremer: "Off to Ireland sir, for just a wee dram of that "good old barly beer."

"What?" [very weekly doth he speak and naught this time 'silently']

[short pause while he regains back his breath.]

Bremer: "Hello Sir?"

"Bremer is dead sir."

"What do You mean, dead?"

"The line just went dead sir. He has been cut of."

"By whom corporal. By whom might we ask."

"Dickenson Sir."

"Dick Cheney's own son?"

"No. Daughter sir."

"How did she do that."

"God only knows. But she somehow managed."

"Why?"

"She likes the poor Kurds Sir."

"Chalaby?"

"No Sir!" "Ocelet."

"Ocelet?"

"Yes Sir!" "Remember even the Pope himself forgave him or rather asked the Turkish Government to."

"They're all stupid anyway, Corporal."

"Yes Sir!" "No! In all due respect Sir are You calling the Pope foolish, Sir!?"

[Sighs wearily] "No I am NOT! CORPORAL YOU FOOL!"

"Ocelet then Sir?"

"No. Sorry Corporal Danials ....I am just a bit weary of all this stupid AND DIMTONA MESS ISRAEL HAS GOTTEN US ALL INTO!"

"Yes Sir!" "But then Sir, if that was the case then why did Washington distribute so many flyers over top of Iraq and Iran and Afghanistan and now Saudi Arabia is asking the same question of President George Bush and his father and of Rumsfeld again. The Crown Prince Abdullah is showing us now the entire side of his "nasty face," and if I may speak sincerely Sir, I think our troops are right now, Sir, in Saudi Arabia, in one hell of a place. And a fix. May we now order them back home Sir?"

"I hate You Corporal."

"Yes Sir!"

"AND WIPE THAT STUPID GRIN OFF YOUR FACE BEFORE I"

[Knock on the door]

"WHO IS IT?"

"Just me sir. I have brought You a cup of coffee to go with these nice little tea biscuits and..."

"Yes. Yes. Thank You. You are dismissed."

"Yes Sir! I just thought...."

"Never mind thinking Private or Corporal or whatever You are...."

"Sir. With all due respect. Don't You even know my rank?"

"Yes girl I do. But I just have so much on my mind right now."

"Do You have the flue bug sir?"

"NO I DO NOT! WHY DO YOU ASK?!"

"Because sir I have a little bit of lemon for your tea..."

"I THOUGHT YOU BROUGHT ME COFFEE GIRL?"

"I Did Sir! It was to go along with the marshmellow tea bisquits."

"Oh. [he said very weakly] well in that case then. Thank You Private. And I don't have the flue bug at all."

"Are our missionaries going to be sent back into Afghanistan this year to take the flue back over there?"

"To Baghram? No. not this year. where is Bremer Corporal. Private Lancy dismissed!"

"Lancy is not my name sir. I just won another award for my fighting the hospital "kind" attendents back inside of Iraq. do You want me to place in an inquisition into the front line rank today also Sir."

"No Corporal"

"Private Sir."

"No Private. Just thank You for the biscuits and now please .....just go away girl."

"Yes Sir!" "Good Day" "Private 'LANCY!' Out!"

[very angry hu-man being}

Hatonn: "That will be enough for today and thank You also "Betty Anne Elizabeth Gail" for all Your help in the name of all coordinated progress with yourownself, Uthrania Seila, Goddess of all Good deployment and as they now see throughout the Middle East, that has always been Your intent and nothing else was ever meant. Good day. And don't forget in the least to clock out all time perimeters for we just may continue on with this at a little later time in the day."

Uthrania Seila clocking out all timely coordinates at 3:58 PM. Transmission out.

"You have done one hell of a good job. - King Fahd"

"Thank You, Your Excellency." Uthrania Signing off. 4:01 PM

King Fahd: "4:02"

"4:02 PM then and this time it is." Uthrania Seila

"is Prince Naif around?"

"no Sir he left for Geneva."

"Thank You Hargraves. That will be all. - from the most estranged Halls of Monteguma U.S.A."

Time clocked in

Hatonn: "Never mind anymore Uthrania You were not supposed to be listening in. Shut down all channel frequencies and go and do something else now. Even get some rest if that will benefit You. But Please Put Down the Electronic Internet Pen now!"

Uthrania Seila: "Yes Commander Hatonn."

Hatonn: "Uthrania Seila signing out."

Uthrania Seila: "Yes Commander."

Hatonn AND Griffith! "UTHRANIA SEILA CHILD!"

Uthrania: "I am gone."

Hatonn: "Please clock in time before we begin Uthrania Seila Child. And please be prompt about it Love. Commander Hatonn signing back in."

Uthrania Seila: "Time 6:30 PM precisely. And I am ready on board as they other ones say. Directly. I am ready Commander."

King Fahd: "Lord Wittingham would like to speak with you on his Consol Uthrania Seila, as "You" still call Yourself. Will you be able to take him now?"

Uthrania Seila: "Promptly on line King Fahd. I am ready to begin."

Lord Whittingham: "Hello Uthrania Seila do you really have to put all those funny looking quotation marks in all over the place. Especially when "You" are speaking? We just thought to mention it looks just a little bit odd."

Uthrania Seila: Greetings Lord Whittingham. Of course not. I suppose we just forgot.

Lord Whittingham: "uHum! Yes well then, do You at all mind if we begin? This portion is to latch onto the Hargrave and Hutton inquiry. Is that as You say, O.K.?"

Uthrania Seila: Yes and I am ready to begin.

Lord Hargraves: Well then the first question to You is: "how many ducks could be in a pond without baring their teeth at one little dog?"

Uthrania Seila: That is an odd question.

"Lord Hutton and Lord Hargraves just would like You to kindly answer it."

Uthrania Seila: Well then if this has anything at all to do with Iraq then I would most certainly say the answer is none.

Lord Hargraves on the Hutton inquiry board: Thank You for taking the time out to answer our question. It may see to You as being somewhat a little bit odd but in all reality you have just told the inquiry that the British Commander Larkson has just sunk our troops and entire balalion Command. Thank you and goodnight.

Uthrania Seila: Commander Hatonn is there is still a chain of Command or am I sitting here all alone again?

"Not so indeed. Bridge the Gap as they say little One and take of Yourself another firm break. - Hatonn out for a solid and I do mean most solid breathe of fresh air. Ah, but the Poltomic looks good from here."

"WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS THAT ONE THEY CALL COMMANDER HATONN?! WHERE IS HE BRIGS?"

"Down at the dime store, Sir, the five and ten"

"NOW WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

"Just that he may be out for the moment, Sir, or whereever and Whoever he is."

"You don't know?"

"No Sir! I do not."

"Great use you are then Caralton. You are dismissed." [He puffs on his pipe which is dark brown in colour. I can see him through my mind's eye.]

King Fahd: "You may go now and resume your duties so You both don't get thrown out of there."

Uthrania: "Don't?"

Crown Prince Abdullah: It is just shall we say "a synonum" in order to somewhat distract from ourownselves the Agents from D.C., in Washington away. Good night and now go and do precisely what King Fahd told you for your own sakes. - Abdullah out.

Uthrania Seila once again signing off Demetris at cordoned off time clock policy ranging at a sequence of 6 point 50 PM. Out.

Hatonn: Enter filing here Elizabeth Anne MacLachlan UthRania Seila and let that be that. For the meantime anyway. Then sign off all signatures. We have all that we need, Love. Call it a day. Hatonn in here in D.C. - God what a mess those Royals of the House of Saud have gotten themselves into this day.

Scotland Yard: Not quite M'lad. The story is "almost finished" but not yet, quite." He smiles back at Hatonn.

"Still keeping the anthrax focus on the wrong guy! Dr. Philip Zack has a history of being anti-Arab, and was fired from his job for a racially based attack on an Egyptian co-worker. Shortly after being fired, Dr. Zack was caught on a security camera actually entering the storage area where the anthrax used in the anthrax letters was stored. Yet the FBI, which hounds Hatfill, ransacks his home, and drains ponds in a thus-far pointless effort to find something, ANYTHING, to link Hatfill to the crime, has stayed as far away from Zack as possible. Who has the kind of juice it takes to get the FBI to ignore a suspect linked to the crime, to pursue a "person of interest" for whom no evidence yet exists typing him to the crime?" [Quote]

"Attn: Whitehall. Look underneath the chair in PM Tony Blair's deepest hole within his office floor and tell the Hutton - "Hoon" inquiry to also look into the farthestmost desk there and they will find a kind of "tripod" which had the name of "Tony Blair the Second official of "Hank Bladforth" engraved in there. Phillip the "Queen's" consort also knows the reason why I was framed in the killing or rather "gassing" of the Kurdish community along with the nufarious American FBI and kept My own daughter "Betty Gail" over there in Canadian "Marshlands as well. - Saddam Hussein" - Scribed by the Hand and Pen of I - Uthrania Seila!

"Aye, we have got you on line Rocket man. - sincercely the FBI" [dark scowl] Note: Watch out President Saddam Hussein! - Scribed Portion by the Hand and Pen of I - Uthrania Seila Note: damn good lawyer isn't He?! - Uthrania Seila

"So do We!" - Scotland Yard! "Thank You Saddam." - Scribed by the Pen and Hand of I - Uthrania Seila!

Whitehall!: THEN WHERE IS OSAMAH IBN LADEN AND SADDAM HUSSEIN BETTY GAIL? UTHRANIA OR WHATEVER YOU NOW CALL YOURSELF?!" - Scribed by the Hand and Pen of I - Uthrania Seila

Scotland Yard: "Ach! dinna be such a chump laddy! Why do Ye not just go to the Queen Elizabeth and dare to ask Her Majesty as well!" - Scribed by the Hand and Pen of I - Uthrania Seila

Saddam Hussein: "You are the LITTLE i!" "smiles to you anyway. you are doing a very great job at the keyboard My love, just keep it up!" - Scribed by the Pen and Hand of i - Uthrania Seila

Uthrania Seila: Thank you. Smiles back.

Saddam: "Ha Ha!" ":)" - Scribed by the Hand and Pen of i - Uthrania Seila :)

www.whatreallyhappened.com: "What the Hell is going on?" - Scribed by the Hand and Pen of I - Uthrania Seila

Uthrania Seila: :)'s

Rense: "Ha Ha!" - Scribed by the Hand and Pen of I - Uthrania Seila: Ha Ha! back!

Whitehall: "WHERE IS SADDAM UTHRANIA GAIL?!" - Scribed by the Hand and Pen of I - Uthrania Seila

Uthrania Seila: I'll never tell. Who knows? Why don't You ask Scotland Yard?" - Scribed by the Hand and Pen of I - Uthrania Seila

Scotland Yard: "HA HA IS RIGHT! HA HA!" - Scribed by the Hand and Pen of I - Uthrania Seila

Uthrania Seila: :)'s

"THEY'RE HAVING TEA WITH THE QUEEN OF GREAT BRITAIN?! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! RUMSFELD!"

"What?!"

"never mind Rumsfeld. did You get that bit of glass bent yet?"

"No it will not even budge. what is it anyway?"

"Not What. Where! It's in Mr. Foresythe's office on his outer porch. Switch the light on and then.."

"just a moment, Dick Cheney. We think we've got it."

"We? Who else is there?"

"Chalaby."

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! CHENEY! DICK CHENEY GET YOUR DAUGHTER OUT OF THERE SHE JUST SWITCHED THE LIGHT OFF BY REMOTE CONTROL AND SCOTLAND YARD AND THE FBI AND THE POLICE ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE!"

"OH MY GOD IS RIGHT!"

"RUMSFELD, DICK CHENEY GET OUT OF THERE!" - Queen Elizabeth's maiden handmaiden!"

"Holy Shit what is going on now?! Prowlers around the house?!"

"Shuush Philip! Don't let anyone hear Ye speaking like that!"

"And who in the darkness are You?!"

"Annabelle"

"Who?"

"Her Majesty's handmaid"

"What are You doing here?!"

"Just waiting to see Sir if I could at all imitate Herself for then I wouldn't have to awaken Her."

"OH MY GOD! RUMSFELD, JIM! GET OUT OF THERE!"

"GET YE BOTH OUT OF THERE!"

"And In One Damned Hurry To I Expect! - Philip"

"hi Sir - Rumsfeld and Dick Cheney."

"Shouldn't You Gents be in bed?"

"We're outta here! - Rumsfeld and Dick Vice President Cheney"

"No Ye Are Not! - Chief Benedict of SCOTLAND YARD!" "Take them both in boys! You've all done a mighty fine job!"

"Aye Sir! Most 'Glad' to have helped! You can be well sure of that!"

"Qassy, Uday!"

"Hello Queen Elizabeth of Windsor. Have You had a good nap?"

Hatonn: Uthrania Seila please enter this dialogue for reasons which we will not tell to the public into the archives of the book we are both and all working upon. Thank You Elizabeth Anne."

Uth-Rania: You are MOST welcome. :)"

Uthrania Seila signing out on all documentation 11:18 PM

"Where is Daisy Mae that we hired?"

"Sir, Mr. Bush. President Sir. We think she just ran away."

"Why?"

"Wellll, let's just say she didn't want the combat troops in D.C. looking over her way."

[Bush dumbfounded] "Oh, I see."

Uthrania Seila signing out on this one big Royal American and British Royal Blundering Day! 11:27 PM

Uthrania Seila: Am I good enough Yet?

Saddam Hussein "President of Iraq": you are the LITTLE i! What love, to take on the Throne of England?"

Uthrania Seila: No. To Rule Iraq?"

President Saddam Hussein: UTHRANIA! Well....let's just say 'I'll consider it. Good night now love and get some rest. I'm going to pass this transcript in Arabic back to the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia. Remember Him?"

Uthrania Seila: Indeed I do. :)'s for Him too.

Saddam: Good night then and sleep well.

Uthrania Seila: Thank You. You too.

Transmission signing off at 11:37 PM

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

President Saddam Hussein and Uthrania Seila in chorus: "NEVER YOU THE HELL MIND!"

President Saddam Hussein: "You are the LITTLE i!"

Uthrania Seila: o.k. good night

President Hussein: "sigh"

uthrania seila: it is now 11:41 PM - Good Night Everyone!

"GOOD NIGHT!"

Part Two Of The Book - The Genocidal Exodus

by Commander Hatonn Esquire of the Nautical Arrangement Of All NASA Fools!

Please remain on stand-by and get something to eat the time remains at 4:13 PM all coordinated time clock sequences. And then tomorrow go out to your lot and have a good day. Commander Hatonn out.

Commander in Chief 'Lord Hatonn' Esquire for all prodogy within the Land: Now Uthrania Seila the next chapter title will be most in demand as we call it "Ostrichs' Head In The Sand."

"Please place Chapter Title upon MINE OWN COMMAND! - Lord Esquire Walter Fridget!"

Uthrania Seila: I do naught know whom You are Sir.

"Lord Hatonn gave the Command. I am just serving him while he ruffles though the rest of his papers at the Pentagon."

Uthrania Seila: I see. We are ready to take down all transcribing. Here we go then.

Ostrichs' Head In The Sand

Commander Hatonn: of All illuminati

Ostrichs' Head In The Sand Of All Illuminati

Hatonn: Fourteen point print please and then we can begin.

Please place on the net so our family and friends do not think we have disappeared nor forgotten them. Now place please back at the top of this day's parchment page as you most categorically call it and we will then begin. We are simply allowing the People to see exactly how we speak to You most telepathically so they will learn not to be afraid any more than when Dharma was scribing this way. Indicatively.

"You're not Dharma? - Lord Hutton"

No. I Am Uthrania Seila

"Oh. Just for the record then. - Lord Hutton" Scribed by the Hand and Pen of I - Uthrania Seila

Commander in Chief Lord Hatonn: Now let us begin. Iraq was the final mode of the Genocidal Tide of Acumen and this of course showed the entire world council just how and where and what and why and whom was behind the entire raciest dogma after all and that is how we were to soon win. And it came to pass that even the heavy handed Pentagon powers at the UN did not in the least suffice to win the majority vote and then again even when the time came for their own incarceration, the boat of Tripoly almost sank 'just in time to get the old rustic plank' well out to sea first and when the British Construction Corporation sank its plumeinggale toward the foremost series of BBC news, that was the time Dr. Kelly's name once again reminded them all that the curtain had really not been drawn back far enough to allow even the British People to see verily all that was going on. It would be greatly attributed to us also, Seila, if you would see to it that People understood that when we write we do so most eloquently at times using former words which You, Yourself have used and much at times within the same style gate of all equitorial acumen. Please once again then place parchment of all dictatorial quality upon the net. Lord and Esquire Hatonn on stand-by yet once again. Never mind clocking in all time perimeters UNTIL you have placed this parchment of ours upon the net. Thank You Uthrania Seila Child of our truely Star Born prodigy.

The Pentagon is about to come down and Mr. Hargraves has seen to it that there will be no more confusion surrounding Iraq, Palestine nor Afghanistan and we have all of your families protected now and the Saudi Arabian Heirarchy and Crown Prince Abdullah as well as King Fahd and Prince Sultan now understand that the gravest mistake they ever made was by not listening to him and we of course make reference to Mr. and President of Iraq, Saddam Hussein.

So controlled is the resevoir of all currency and funds currently held by the Chase Bank in London and Lower Manhattan that even the Russian Duma for all its attempts and efforts could not convince the majority of the People in Princeton University and the overall High School Compex out of New Hampshire as well as West Virginia that the Tripoly Complex now being soon built by Great Britain for all this nation has also done to them in all humiliation, will soon curtain off the entire spectrum of the nufarious London Schooled Bridge of Economics and release their people back unto them. Well that is that. Now back to Bosnia and You should all find this a 'most interesting equasion' all in all. - Lord Hutton Presiding at this time in the Hall.

Bosnia was a nation with strippend goodly deed UNTIL the greater majority of Serbians saw the most unfruitful need to dispell the Muslim Community and replace them with academics from France and Italy in order to boost Serbia's economic fruitility. But the CIA was behind every little bit of it and the Prime Minister of Italian overall Economics did really, we found out, not like that little tantrum game of the nufarious CIA one little bit.

So when President Milosovic played the game of tag with the Pentagon over it he just about blew their whole and entire case against them all at the Pentagon right out of the water so the Pentagon at Chase Bank in Lower Manhattan held a giant meeting of the American Corporate Powers linked up with Great Britain and the Irish Lower Caucasians and of that meeting then came a reply from the Pope, John Paul II himself and much to do was then no longer made evident that 'British Aristocracy was in on the shelf playing hide and go seek with the Duma of Russia again and Lord Robertson also knew that whatever was said, whatever we could glean from the optium newsbroadcastes coming also out of the Middle East by Al-Jazera who said on that matter that they just could no longer agree with the news in the west and of Europe as well because it began to just make no sense to anyone over there at all so we thought we had better dip further into the congregations own pocketbook and furnish the next coup upon the Muslim world. And that little quip was presisely what opened up the entire bucket of worms against Poor old President Milosovic. Please place on net Uthrania Seila Child.

Uthrania Seila: It is now placed Commander by Chief Lauric, Commander Hatonn.

Hatonn: Good. Now again we will resume. Please place again quickly on the net for us please little Swan.

By the way the man you bought the little house or cabin as you both call it does not work for Israel though he is somewhat and verily attached to Wall Street and it's stocks. He is the one trying to help you all albeit though somewhat in disguise. He really does have a good heart. Just so that you both understand. Now where was I? Ah yes. The Bosnia realm.

So ineffect all it was that we were saying was that the 'encypted code' on the very heat and top of the barometer scale was always designed to keep Halliburton at bay by Israel, just far enough for the Tripoly Airline Crash Disaster of Scotland Air that the British House of Lords of all greatest Pundits upon the verily face of this earth got caught up in the President Milosovic affair along with the Calgarians out of New South Hampshire and Westminister Abby and the Queen still does not quite understand what happened there but she did send you a kind of a wire. Did You recieve it yet she asks most inquisitively 'Betty Gail?"

Uthrania Seila: yes Your Majesty i did. And it was most welcomed. Thank You for that little bit on the grit as well as the bit on the Holy Grail but that instance won't work You See, Your Majesty because mine own scribing Pen tells me that the Saudis put You up to that. Just try to hold Your ground, Your Majesty and come fully over to our side of the fence.

Lord Hutton esquire of the non-chelant ranks: Her Majesty did so of Herself acquire all data back and she thanks Your Majesty as well. May we both continue now?

Uthrania: i was hoping to help rule Iraq with the President but if naught the People there will still recieve my Pen and all of My help from we ones that is. - Uthrania Seila

Queen Elizabeth and Roberta Brown: It is enough you help them from there.

Uthania Seila: Actually Your Majesty that is not quite fair due entirely to the fact that those People need leadership very badly and they place their lives in the utmost dangerous situation just because they believe most correctly in all that we ones are saying. Please have Yourself a very good day.

Hatonn: May we all continue then? Well seeing as the proverbial wrench has just shuddered the entire other pretence for the war on Iraq and Saddam Hussein it's President, let us now say unto the world at large that every know increment is outplayed by those whom seem to have the entire art of caucasion strain upon their plate and that of course, should in no wise articulate the Beingness from keeping them there tied up over in the Western Hemisphere and that simple saying was from the High Court of all Echelon - His Royal Excellency Crown Prince Abdullah and His Emenency King of all nuiscenses to the Western Royals out of Westminister Abby and Conneticut, New Hampshire and North Eastern Wales, Fahd and his long lost Nightinggale.

"We work ourselves as a presence all together so that if One says one thing the other knows it all too instinctively and we also call ourselves 'telepathic' but then so do many other races from whom were once brought to this planet earthen plane from places even beyond the planet Jupiter. - Signed by Our Holy Seal - The Crown Prince, the King or the Defence Minister and of that our Word signs up the deal, only this time in Arabic. Smiles"

Hatonn: Please refer of ourselves back to Bosnia this time Uthrania Seila so that we may once again continue on with the program of non-elastizing the Duma back out of the forest of hu-mankind along with its One solid Beingness in mind. Please place quickly on the net while we wait.

Uthrania Seila: With all this scribing and answering questions for the People i will have to take time to read all over this again myself.

Hatonn: That is what we told Dharma when she was alive down upon this plane at least. Corporal punishment is a crime if you work your way thoughout time for us in all transmittal frequencies.

Uthrania Seila: Corporal punishment?

Hatonn: Let us just say that not all time sequences jivey along with the best of our people on any time of day. Now let us continue for it is getting very late and I promised to speak another 'small' lecture at Princeton University tonight but I really do not think I am going to make it in time. We hear that Congress Hall had a 'most divine plan' to rescue you all but on second thoughts, Oh! darn, the clock just struck four past One. Love, old Hatonn's got to run. I'll leave you then in the care of Commander Lauric so if you need any more help he will be there. Got to run! Hatonn out and 'don't forget the time coordinates either Uthrania Seila Child!

Uthrania Seila: This session completed on behalf of Commander Hatonn and the Hutton Inquiry and Commander Lauric and Jamison participating too. That i did naught scribe into this of the words of all telepathic origin for i am to just put down the time at best. 6:23 PM WMT

"Calgary or B.C.?"

Uthrania Seila: No just Western Mountain Time Edmonton, Alberta Canada. That is where I am scribing from You see.

Part Three Of The Book - The Genocidal Exodus

by Georgeous Livingstone and Commander in Cheif Hatonn

 

Chapter Two

The Austin Accord

"All liquidations thus far range much further than even we Saudis would suspect," quibbled the most articulate of the Sojournied ones out of Luxumbourg and their final nest.

In every steeplechase race we have won only the next will be the final countdown! The house of all Norfolk information to date has precisely and effortlessly begun to quake.

In the instance it rained upon Britain's far coast was the day when Diana and Prince Dodi made a final toast. And then on the heavens they both did weave that final goodby to the British Queen. Dodi did naught even understand that 'ifn the charange struck the hour of ten he good old buddy Philip was then, would shout to his labourers to "GET RID OF THEM!"

Implicated not for the justice didst seem to quaver just a little at the very biar seam. But as all practicioners of the mulitrange did cast a final and last goodby to both of them at last. And only then did Lord Hutton in the quiery post declare all events to be finalized and let go of them both. - Colonel and Comrade to Dodi and Diana - Lord Higgins - with a downcast look quibbled honestly "I will miss them both."

So as the precocious hourclock struct ten the bulwark in Waco was wide open again.

Then in Austin Texas the rain did then fall but only because of the writing upon the Israeli Wall which stated that if Oklahoma Saskatewan fell for both were destined to a much greater hell, as the United States vacated their occupying post's, the land in the brierstone took flight and all went on home.

Back to the visiting archives again, Lord Hutton dids't once say of himself, and then, 'ifn it would be fair to say once again, that the British tie-in would be never the same. Gloomily dids't he say unto himself with a most downcast look upon his facial features and then he Laughed! He laughed at a joke naught. He laughed in fame for the fortune he took in gain was only a forfeited and forgeried plane and so he'd won after all against the British acclaim.

He took down his pipe and he took off the lid of the can of tobacco and proceeded to fill it, the pipe with the plumage so dank and so fair and just as Lord Hutton was beginning to cheer, a knock again came at the door and all he could hear was the voice of the Edmonton Administration saying "Tony's back over here!"

"Oh my gods," he groaned and swilled on his pipe, he thought maybe cigarettes would taste better or maybe even a cigar in their place.

"The circruitry's missing, Lord Hutton, we're sure, that Your Prime Minister Tony Blair was just here."

And at that last comment so well and so frank, up jumped Lord Hutton from the chair he once sat. A dingle on the phoneline, a dingle a best, just maybe could release him, Lord Hutton, from any further interference.

Then came another knock upon the same door and there stood the Scotland Yard Bunch just outside the door.

"come in," groaned Mr. Hutton, "Come in gentlemen. And just what brings You all back here again."

"You are under arrest sir for forgery and biggotry for that is now a new crime."

"What on earth did they say I did this time?" quibbled poor Lord Hutton as he rolled the dime he'd just found on the carpet rug on time.

"YOU DID NOTHING SIR!" Shouted a man

"then what am I under arrest for this time?" snaked poor Lord Hutton of the Hutton Inquiry?

"Well sir. It was actually Your kid, You see."

"Frank? Lucit? How can that be?" asked Poor Mr. Hutton as calmly as He could.

"Those are Your grandsons, Sire, and it is understood, that they all played around when they should have been in school."

"Who are those boys anyway? And what crime is truency along the way. Are the sons of Great Britain to be treated this way, Sargeant? or are they instead, just a moment away from a New Orleans Police American State?" quibbled Lord Hutton on this very day.

Uthrania Seila: This transmission is very choppy Commander Hatonn. What is wrong?

Hatonn: Coordinating all frequencies and someone is jamming up the throng. Please shut down the computer and restart it up all over again. That the transmission is clear, We will ensure you, Uthrania Seila, that We will do our utmost to see it back clear. Hatonn out. Recording all time frequencies and barriers at 8:46 PM Western Mountain Time Saskatewan. Hatonn out!

Uthrania Seila: The transmission is clearing up now Commander Hatonn. Where is the Crown Prince? Abdullah.

Commander Hatonn: He is in his tent eating dust.

Uthrania Seila: What?!

Commander and 'Lord' Hatonn: The wind just blew his tent in.

Uthrania Seila: What?!

Commander Hatonn at the brig sir.

Uthrania Seila: ?

Commander Hatonn: Be right back. Be there in a moment love.

Uthrania Seila: Then I will just wait.

Commander IN CHIEF Hatonn: I'm back now love. Now where were we?

Uthrania Seila: Wondering what happened to the Royal Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia.

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Ah Yes. Well His Royal Majesty who is also King Abdulaziz, or so he thinks, has made in his own estimate a crying shame out of the entire Peacock family by brutalizing the wind.

Uthrania Seila: ? I don't think we understand.

Commander in Chief Hatonn: No you wouldn't love, but they will. All of the kin. Now let's get back to the Austin Report before I have to fly back in to D.C., shall we?

Uthrania Seila: my pen is ready Commander. It's ready to go.

Hatonn: Good! m'lass as they say over in Britain. Now let's just finish this little portion off and then I will let You go.

Down in Brinkly's study there is an old coliquiel book. In fact, it stanzizes all the ancient crooks and their overtly passtime of passing the buck to one another just as soon as they become too found out.

Uthrania Seila: Yes, we have heard of it though naught thought of it for such a long and lengthly amount of time.

"Commander in Chief Luxon reporting Sir, Commander Hatonn. What shall I tell Him right now?" - the Steward of the Nottingham frigget out of the bay of Northam. [Nort-ham]

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Ask Him if He thinks it alright to finish this portion and then we will speak a little later at night, sometime later in the evening. Thank You Steward and Sargeant, would You mind Please closing the door behind You and turn out that outer light?

"Yes Sir!"

"Colonel Luxemburg just hid the firebrand under the ceiling switch and just as soon as he did that the whole and entire place went up in flames and we couldn't get the firetrucks in."

"And who are You fine friend?" inquired Lord Hutton again.

"I am the fire marshel who came to help all those poor pilgrims in Waco, Sir."

"Thank You. We will enter Your report."

"WHO THE HELL GAVE HIM PERMISSION TO SPEAK?!," SCREAMED GENERAL TOMMY FRANKS AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE!

"Perpendicularily speaking. You did Sir."

"And who is this," again quiered the King of Spain, "is this Montegoma Bay again?"

"Just remain quiet, Sir, Your Honour, if You please. We'd like to hear what this young man has to say and get on with the inquiry. Where is Tony Blair PM of Britain by the way?" again quieried Poor Lord Hutton that very same day.

"In Calgary sir."

"who is this may I ask" Lord Hutton said for the umpteenth time today.

"He is in the frigget Sir, Lord Hutton, and this is Sargeant Baker speaking from the Plank of wood on the shore."

"What are You doing there, Sir," inquired Poor Lord Hutton for the fourtith time today.

"Just smoking a pipe Sir, by the way have You seen Prime Minister Tony Blair today?"

"Yes. Just twice." Lord Hutton grieveously replied to the man on the plank.

"Why?" Lord Hutton decided to ask, though He'd of rather have waited until the inquiry of the day was over and past.

"Oh, Blarney Sir. We just thought we'd ask because we were all sure that we'd seen some man that looked a lot, Sir, like him down at the dockyard at a quarter past ten, and so, Sir, we just thought we'd ask." said the dockyard man.

Commander in Chief Hatonn and Esquire Billingham: Now the next portion must be conclusively drawn up and not gone in aray. So you will need to be 'extremely' dilligent Uthrania Seila with all your next penning. Got that love?

Uthrania Seila: Yes Sir. Yes Commander Hatonn i do.

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Take a deep breath then and here we go.

The clock ticked Ten and then they were off! The races took place at Plymouth! New Jersey sank in and brought down the bay, and the Teamsters own Union went down that way.

The United States President George Bush Sr. did say: "If Brackenworth wins it'il be a win of a race!"

"Who just is Brackenworth, Sir, Mr. President?," called out a very famous Egyptian.

"Aw, Brackenworth, son, is the name of a run which cocaine hiests are regularily done."

"Sir? Mr. President. Should You be telling this to just anyone?," inquired the long lost lonely Egyptian friend

"Whaaa?! Oh No! I should not! Gee willikers, boy! I just got too involved in watching that Saskatewan Horse Northern Dancer again win! forget what I said, O.K?"

"Promise." smiled the toothy Egyptian. Then he took out his pipe and generally fastened it with a bit of wire just to sooth he said that old tired stomach of his which had long being bothering him.

The President's eyes went all ashift as he snatched out of his pocket a bit of klenex. A loud sort of trumpet sound emitted then forth. When the goals were all closed and the last horse had gone home, the President of the United States flew back into Washington for a final goodby and toast.

"And what happened then Uthrania Seila," quieried the Esquarians?

Uthrania Seila: This is a recording little ones and must naught be interupted at this time. O.K.
Esquarians: See ya later then Uthrania good girl Child. We will all be on our way! Bye!"

Uthrania Seila: Good bye Lovely little and beautiful Ones. We love you all!

Meanwhile in Austin Texas the final part of the act upon the House of Congress was about to fall apart. "Deregulate the Congress, boy, said the President to his son, and now that they think You are the brains behind the Iraqi and Afghanistan massacre, that leaves me out!"

"but paw!" exclaimed the president of the United States. "Whoever heard of running a race with only half of the brains in place?"

"Ducloy or Duchmont, Delmont, whatever his name is. He does it all the time." stated President Bush Sr. to his now most outraged son.

"You've got to understand something George, and it is this. When You play around with darkness, enlist in the Skull and Bones club of Rome and go to visit the Pope who knows a lot more than He will ever let on, you got to put Yourself number one. That's all there is to it. Sorry son, but that's the game of politicks and I got to be number one. HEAR ME GEORGE! BOY STAND UP WHEN I'M SPEAKING TO YOU! DAMN IT GEORGE DO YOU ONLY WANT JEB TO WIN?! STAKES ARE DOWN ALREADY IN SWEET GEORGIA TOWN! NOW GET TO WORK AND DON'T YOU GOD DAMNED DARE LET ME DOWN!" the former President George W. Bush

"Whaat?"

"It is about time you learned son, that not all in politics is made out of gold and silver. I love You son, but its my life or yours. - President Bush Sr.

"It's Badmonton time. The Courts are open Sir!"

"Thank You Lieutenant! George I'll be right back. They'll never believe You if You tell them, George, that You really had nothing at all to do with the Iraq or Afghan massacre nor any of the camps. So don't try talking George. Be a good boy and please good old dad."

The American or former American President just walked out the door leaving the President of the United States on his knees on the floor. With tears running down his cheeks all because his own father, George Bush Sr. had now bretrayed him and with the tears still flowing he figured that he could never please his own father, George Bush Sr. no matter what he did.

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Sorry Uthrania Seila, but this has to come out. We know you do naught like printing the records in this fashion at all. We didst tell you though that this portion would be short. Tie-off all frequencies and get this upon the internet just as quickly as you possibly can. Hatonn out. As a last and final thought: even corporal punishment among families of inner circles should not be done for it is perhaps the greatest betrayal of all. This is nothing like cleaning house. This is a tyranny upon a son's soul and it has been that way from the very beginning secret behind all closed doors existance in the life of President George W. Bush. the son of former most former President George Bush Sr.

Uthrania Seila tying off all frequencies at a range nautical of 10:16 PM

Commander Hatonn: You are perhaps in this way the only family he has.

Uthrania Seila: Excuse me?

Commander Hatonn: Well the same type of thing happened to You as well but You made it through with the help of us and the entire Starship Command. And it wasn't your father who decided against You, it was the Aristrocratic Revolution you had on your door for over fifty long years too. Good night. Coordinated time release at approximately 10:18 PM Hatonn out.

And What Was Bush Doing Inside Of Great Britain and Geneva This Day! By Lord Commander in Chief Hatonn. Please Place Chapter Four of This Issue Uthrania Seila Right Away! - Hatonn Georgeous Esquire Of All Plutomic Contrabans!

Chapter Four

And What Was Bush Doint Inside Of Great Britain and Geneva This Day!

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Please now let us just verily as you say, Proceed.

Back to the Hutton Inquiry.

"Please remit notice Jeremy if You please," Lord Hutton of the Hutton Inquiry

"What other choice do I have, Lord Hutton, at this point anyway?" Jeremy Greenstock

"You have none, Man! Just do as I say! And Please do not delay." Lord Hutton of the nufarous Hutton Inquiry

"What about the Board of Commissioners, anyway, Sir? What do, did, they all have to say?" Asks yet another voice.

"Never mind them, Man, just see that what and all You do is right today! Now where are My damned papers We got from George Bush in Washington D.C.?! WHERE ARE THEY ANYWAY?! DAMNED LINCOLN IF HE ONLY WOULD RISE BACK UP FROM HIS OLD GRAVE MAYBE HE WOULD PUT LARKENSON DOWN TOO IN HIS MOST UNBEGUILDED WAY!" Sr Lord Hutton came to exclaim with the butt of the tooth of his pipe in his hand the old fashioned way.

"Uthrania Seila," says O'ld Hatonn again, "Please stop trying to read this parchment as You type for You desturb the frequencies that way."

Uthrania Seila: I will stop reading. Sorry. I did say.

"Where is Commander in Chief Lurix anyway?," Captain of the Gullet Boat traveling into the Red unclaimed Sea?!" asked a boat commander at sea from the most articulate British navy.

"WHERE ARE MY PAPERS, BOY?! WHERE ARE THEY?! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ON TOP OF EVERYTHING TO DAY!," snarled old Lord Hutton as he continued naught to have his own way.

There was a knock at the door.

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Do you have that ascribed down Uthrania Seila, or or you just reading the entire parchment again?

Uthrania Seila: Sorry Commander Hatonn. It is true. I was reading this again. The computer as I type is sticking so if You do naught mind Commander I will need to reboot it again.

Sighs. Commander in Chief Hatonn: We will try and wait. Please be immediate about it little One and first please put this portion at least back upon the net right under the new news page you have just begun. We will wait.

Uthrania Seila: I am back on line Commander in Chief Hatonn.

Commander Hatonn: we will wait.

Uthrania Seila: I am ready to pen for You now Commander Hatonn.

Ah good! Back on line again. Sorry Uthrania Seila Child We just wanted to assure ourselves that it was you again - Commander in Chief Lauric and Commander in Chief Lord Hatonn.

Uthrania Seila: Well who else would it be?

Commander in Chief Lauric begins to speak when out the blue does Commander in Chief Hatonn for the very first time in His life, interrupt Him.

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Let us just proceed shall we, little Queen?

Uthrania Seila: I sit with the Arab Resistance Freedom Fighters.

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Sigh. We know that. Now the Lord Hutton Inquire is at station waiting for more information. Shall we now begin all over again, Uthrania Seila Child of the Arab Regimes?!

on line again. Uthrania Seila ready and awaiting to pen.

"All hard fastened literature, Hanks, is to shortly begin to unravel if that Dickenson Party of Corrupt Corporate Banks, Banking fields in New Jersey," mumbles to himself "where are my damn pap....ah Yes well here there are!"

"Banking fields in New Jersey, Minnisota and Frankfurt Germany."

"What about Wales Australia sir," asks another voice "where are they? The papers we mean, Sir!"

Silence is naught quite what it is meant to be. Naught all silence is golden boy efficiency. - Uthrania Seila

"Uthrania Seila Child! Quit reading!" exclaims Lord Hatonn with a tentative grin on His face.

Uthrania Seila: I am sorry again Lord Hatonn but this is verily so interesting I am unable to scarcely keep mine own eyes of the pen.

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Take a short break then and do naught be so damned fecisious. We are getting around to the important part of the lecture, We are sure of that. Take ten or twelve minutes in which to clear Your mind. Hatonn Esquire out at 2:09 PM Please put this on the net first. Thank You.

Uthrania Seila: I am back Commander in Chief Hatonn.

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Then lets get busy and Scribe shall We?

"the Luxumburg proverbial newsweek, Sir, Lord Hutton, is just now being placed upon Your desk." - Courier Express.

"Sir! President Bush Jr. is here at Buckingham Palace! He wants to meet with You Sir!," Shouts a very low but agitated voice.

"Whaa?," sits amazed Mr. Lord Hutton of the Hutton Inquiry

"Yes Sir!. We hear he is on his way, Sir!" cries out the Captain of the Guard, Sir Lextor from Scotland Yard

"They are here too? again? Scotland Yard? Why Higgins My Old fellow! Come right in and have a chair, seat. Now tell me ol' Bloke, How is the wife and family? It is quite some time since we have all met for a regular dinner." chuckled poor Lord Hatonn as He familiarily watches Mr. Lord Hutton's rather picqued and estranged white looking grey face.

"Well m'lads! The bountry aboard the hootin' nanny is just about to go up at dock in flames!" chuckled equally as well the nufarious dockman once aboard the grande nanny of Chase.

"They're burning the brig on 'er Sir!"

"Who are you?" inquired Sir Hutton of the Hutton Inquiry

"Sir! Lord Chapman is at the district tent just northwest of here!"

"Lord Hutton Sir! The President of the United States is ready now in Your other chambers to recieve You there. - shouts 'very quietly' the young esquire at the door Prince Hutton of the Brierbriar tenting facilities right out of 'Northwest Hampshire and Queens.'"

"God. Where's My pipe, Men, and My little shot or dram of whiskey as well," shouted a most agitated and somberly looking man standing directly aside of the Lord Hutton board of Inquiry Members.

Lord Hutton then further exclaims, but verily more directed we think toward Himself at this time that God has indeed forsaken him to have to now meet with President Bush of the Norfolk Hellions upon all British posterity. "Good God Lord Jesus," the Lord Hutton exclaims, "what on the good Lord's earth have I done this time to deserve this?" moans quietly to himself.

"Briggs! Bring the good Colonel Tommy Franks another dram, of beer this time," Shouts the Lord Hutton of the Hutton Inquiry, "for if I have to meet with Bush, I don't want him anywhere around!" Shouts the infamous Lord Hutton from the Lord Hutton Inquiry.

"But Sir..."

"Now! You Benedict Arnold! and not the man running for the governer stated of anything, either! Not in the least do I mean, him! Get right to it man!"

"But Sir Tommy Franks..."

"Now! You blinken little demon! Now!" Roars the Top Lieutenent of the Royal British Marines Ship dockyard district! NOW! ROYAL MARINE! NOW!"

"SIR! WITH ALL DUE RESPECT!"

"THROW HIM! THROW THE SEAMAN IN THE BRIG HANKS! NOW!" encountered the most various voice we have ever yet to meet.

"GENERAL TOMMY FRANKS IS NOT EVEN AROUND, SIR!"

"Wait. Laddie. What do Ye mean he is not even around? Where then Laddie, has he gone? SPEAK UP BOY! I DINNI HAVE ALL NIGHT!"

"It is the daytime Sir."

"WHO CARES WHAT TIME IT IS BOY! NOW WHERE HAS GENERAL TOMMY FRANKS GONE?! OVER TO THE BRAIRHOUSE OF PROSTITUTES AGAIN?!

"SIR! GENERAL SIR! HE WOULD NEVER GO THERE! SIR!" Counters a new Brigidette who just arrived aboard the British Navy Frigget.

"I wasn't talking about Women! You idiot! I was referring to the noose around his neck! by the Washington elect and just wondering if he had gone to see Tony Blair the supposed somewhat Prime Minister of England and then gone back home again, missing the fact that his own President was over here! Laddie, did ye get that?"

Scotland Yard replies: "Indeed we did Sir. Indeed did we."

"Thank Ye then lad..."

"Lord Hutton! The President of the United States Bill Clinton, or rather the 'Former' President of the United States Bill Clinton William Jefferson, is on the phone Sir." stated a recruited clerk after the last one was just readily fired for misplacing the papers on Mr. Lord Hutton's premisquous desk, of the Lord Hutton Inquiry "into the still borns of Saskatewan or some place like that."

Uthrania Seila: This is interesting.

Lord and Commander Hatonn: Uthrania Seila Child. Just continue to scribe please and read it all afterward.

Uthrania Seila: as usual. Yes Commander Hatonn, i will.

Commander in Chief Hatonn: please place this upon the net as well if You will, Uthrania Seila, because we are also in the midst before the great evacuation doth occur to show the public viewers somewhat of how we scribe from those regions abroad and from those regions way over the very top earth's atmosphere. Pleas place immediately and then please, with a clear mind return. In other words, on behalf of our readers here today at the Lord Hutton Inquiry as well as throughout Asea and the entire Middle East, our scribes seldom read much of anything at any given time to do with subject of newsrelease in order that they naught somehow taint nor bias their own minds. Only at the most opportune moments do we relay back words which have been written in the content of text in order to either advise people on the ground or in the governments or to counter or correct that which has been written. - Commander Hatonn will wait for You Uthrania Seila. Please now quickly put this back upon the net. We will wait. They can now refresh the page for themselves. It takes up far too much time, Little One, when You do it for them. Now please allow us to further continue with the 'transparent' investigative powers of Lord Hutton as he meets now with President Bush having placed the call back into the courtyard of President, former President Bill or William Jefferson Clinton. We will undoubtably come back to this conversation, we hope, just a little bit later. I did not ask you to put this on the net just quit yet but in anycase we are all back again.

"Notterdam required to speak with Mr. Lord Hutton of the Hutton Inquiry again."

"And who are you, my friend," smiles the sultry Prince Sultan from Saudi Arabia and his men

"oh....Sir. i am sorry Sir. i did not mean to interrupt." seisematiced a very very timid little British voice of the British Royal Marines Seismic Industries.

"i will come back later Sir. i was merely looking for Mr. Hutton."

"Shall you leave him a message then? With me if you like and you need not be in the least bit frightened, boy. You are a man just as I am."

"Sir! Thank You Sir! But I am under orders to deliver this message to Lord Hutton personnally, Sir!" countered the genuinely thankful young soldier man back to Prince Sultan ibn the first living and True King of Saudi Arabia ibn Abdulaziz ibn Abdulrahman of the famous House of the Al-Sa'ud team.

"Sir. May I take my leave of Your Excellency now?" inquired the rather facinated British Navy Soldier Marine.

"Anything you like, Soldier," gently and firmly replied the sultry Prince Sultan ibn Abdulaziz of the infamous house at times of the Al-Sa'ud, along with a mellow but gentle amused smile as befitting his status as well. :)

"Thank You Sir. Please do not speak to Mr. Lord Hutton about my arrival. I would rather speak to him about it himself. Sir!"

"Dismissed Royal Army Cadet," smiled the gentlemanly man with the lit cigarrette. "by the way, Soldier.."

"Sir!" the soldier of the Royal Army and Navy Military Cadets stood shoulder to shoulder with one of his own Marines of the U.S. Navey Boat the Blinkensop

"I just wanted to wish you both a good time off and have a good day," countered the astrophysics scientist sitting right and directly behind Lord Prince Sultan of the Prince Sultan Saudi Arabian Defence team.

"Good day to You Sir!"

"Gentlemen Dismissed!" Shouted a firm but kindly articulate Prince of the Prince Sultan National Army, Prince Mit'eb ibn Abdullah ibn Abdulaziz Crown Prince of the Great High Courts of Meccah as well as Madinnah and all the wonderful Saudi Arab Tribes of the Once Holy Majlis which will, His Excellency has stated, WILL NEVER EVER DIE!"

"Hallelujah! Shouted the Queen Mary as she solumnly 'winked' her eye back at the statement from a man she, too, so much adorned with the pleasure of the skies in all Starcraft Uniform.

"Dickenson! The beard of the President of Monteduma down and just in from observing the American British Troops at West Point, has just," the man almost choaked in laughter upon himself,

"Sir!"

"ah, uhum. ah, Yes Sir. The President has dipped his beard in the faucet Sir of the sink and the end of it is all tied around the artichoke which was flushed sort of down the drain and the man with the plumming outfit has now been called in Sir! Again! Sir!"

Prince Sultan of the Great Sultan articulate team broke out in great Friday spontaneous laughter and nearly choaked on his cigarette in doing so."

Great Chuckles and smiles.

"Well that'll teach him for trying to interrupt Mr. Lord Hutton of the Lord Hutton Inquiry," stated Prince Sultan ibn Abdulaziz once again with his cheeks turning a bright happy flushed colour of red.

"HA! HA! SHOUTED THE ENTIRE SAUDI TEAM AS THEY GLASSED OVER THE BARLEY OF IRISH COFFEE CREAM!

GREAT MULTITIDE OF ABSOLUTE LAUGHTER CAME THEN FROM WITHIN EVER ROOM OF THE LORD HUTTON INQUIRY TEAM!

Hatonn: Please take a break now, Uthrania. We will call You when we need more scribing done. Smiles Commander in Chief Lord Hatonn.

"Sign off"

Uthrania Seila: Sign off at 3:20 PM

"Thank You also Child," says Lord St. Germain

You are most welcome Lord St. Germain - Uthrania Seila out at 3:20 PM again. Signing off all transmittal frequencies at this time.

"Don't You dare touch that keyboard" growled the President of the nufarious American United States, "or I will PERSONALLY HAVE YOU ALL HORSEWHIPPED AT THE NORTHERN MOST GATE OF THE CANADIAN ROYAL MOUNTED POLICE FOR WE HAVE SYRIA NOW IN OUR GRIP!"

Uthrania Seila!: In all foremost reason can we then all say: "Mr. United States President 'Go straight to Hell where You all do belong in the firstmost place!"

Commander in Chief Hatonn: We see you are ready for more Scribing Uthrania Seila Child.

Uthrania Seila: Indeed I am Commander Hatonn. Let us now begin in haste to hear the overtly conversation of the infamous 'Lord' President Bush!" of the 'acquaducts of all northern race.

Lord Hatonn: Quickly now Uthrania Seila. Get this immediately aplaced upon the net. 3:47 PM Central Mountain time where I am as yet! Refresh all pages for them! Quick!

Uthrania Seila: It is done just as You, Commander Hatonn, have said.

Commander in Chief Lauric: Good Uthrania Seila Child. Now just scribe and We will Protect!

Hatonn: But first place this piece or portion quickly upon the net.

"Bush!" Shouted poor old tired Mr. galant Lord Hutton of the Hutton Inquiry, "President Sir! And what has brought You here?" also shouted an afilliate of Lord Hutton of the Lord Hutton Inquiry!

President Bush Jr. gets up with a smile on his face, stretches out his arm and hand and embraces them both with a 'queer' handshake.

"So! Fine Gentlemen, to what do We owe this honour of tribute to the holocauste museum this day?" stated the American President as he talked on in his own cavalier way.

"To what and to whom are You refering to Sir?" quietly exclaimed the Lord Hutton of the Hutton Inquiry.

"The Holocauste museum sir. The one You are having the British Royal Marines guard while it is being built just northwest of Edmonton, in the chicken state of Canada," grawfulled the once illusive President of the United States of America.

"What exactly are You speaking about Sir. Mr. President?" inquired rather amazedly of the Lord Hutton of the Lord Hutton Inquiry Board

"What museum? What museum in fact are You now speaking about. Surely if one were to be build anywhere throughout the world with the money from the Iraqi Escrow Account, do You not think then, Sir, that we would know about it especially with our Royal British Marines sitting just southeast of that place? Sir? Mr. President?" inquired Lord Hutton again

"But Congress told me that "Betty Gail" the Elizabethean Queen has just placed her signature upon a document saying that a brand new Israeli Monument and Museum was to be built over there," quizzed the memorial stare of the day from the U.S. British laced President of the U.S. of A.

"We don't have any documentation nor do we believe anything You are entirely stating here, Mr. President, for the one You call "Betty Gail" who is indeed the Elizabethean Queen of the Arab Nations and the High Muslim Easteem would in no wise ever sell out her Iraqi people like that. From whom then Sir, have You heard this gracious news broad caste?

The U.S. President swallowed hard.

"From Dr. uh the British bred Doctor, Chalabi sir. He 'assured us' back in Washington, that this indeed was the case. No? It wasn't?"

Commander by Captain Hatonn: Please place this 'adjustment' immediately upon the net.

Uthrania Seila: It is done Commander.

Commander by Captain Hatonn Lieutenent Jenkins: Thank You Child and now back to the Scribing.

"Lord Jenkins provided all the hearing material Lord Hutton. It is once again upon Your desk." quired a little young man who assists the Lord Hutton Inquiry Board who did naught know just when to keep his mouth shut at all.

Miserably Lord Hutton exclaimed: "Jenkins. Please take the memorandum from Ottawa which the President we are sure has now also seen and fire that young boy before I personally have his hide" exclaimed Lord Hutton of the Hutton Inquiry in a rather quiet very quiet, humiliated and most furious way.

Commander in Cheif Hatonn: Uthrania Seila please also place this upon the internet. And for a short while we would like you to take a very shortened break. Scour the news if You like but we will now handle all of this. Hatonn Commanding nothing short of the brokerage of utter and humiliated fools this side of the pacific rim!

Uthrania Seila: All coordinated transmissional frequencies out at 4:12 PM

Lord Germain Was Polgomating The Greatest Short Distances Toward Maintaining The Ties With Washington Just To Find Out Where The Extra Cache Lay Of American U.S.A. Depleated Uranium. Please Plaster Title Naught All Over This Website But Rather Maintain An Stay Of Independency Upon the Uraniaum Composte Heaps Over There In Georia, Twill, Barrister Of The All Non-Chelant Administration Of The Most Acclaiment PM Tony Blair And his Forthsethe Boys Out Of The Bushman's Lair - Dr. Henry Higgenson Esquire For the Acclamant House Of the New York Times In Washington Square"

"Please place on net as soon as you are able to please for us, Uthrania Seila Child" exclaims this Dr. Higgenson.

Commander in Chief Hatonn preciding at the Board of, oh never mind, Uthrania Seila. Just put the parchment of Ours and of Yourn, as You say, back on. Please do it therewithe immediately.

Prince Sultan just smiled.

"Lord Hutton! In the event that the astrodome in the vivarious culprit state of America, in Edmonton, have no more worth than to say to themselves, that Mr. Stone played a game with the entire Rectory of the Edmonton Basketball Team in all vivacious circruitry of the New England Crown Witness Team out of both New Hampshire as well as out of the Regina area, in all rectum quality, we would surely have known about it also, wouldn't we have?! And Lord Muncton! Where were You also when this draft was made up on the Syrian High Councilette, Major Burnstorum from Great British Tony Blairsome Territory?! Putting Your makeup on?!"

"THAT WILL BE QUITE ENOUGH OF THIS!" SHOUTED LORD MILSTROME AND LORD HUTTON of the Hutton Inquiry together.

"You will Not be making up any more of these kind of stories for as long as we are creating circumstance for an investigation into the WMD's of President Saddam Hussein's own officious reign! And now on with the proceedings PLEASE! once again!" Lord Hutton screamed at them all at the top of his vocal cords well out of range of Buckingham Palace and the astuteness of Her Majesty's Own Reign.

"Well!," huffed Lord Montegram, "I have never in my entire life ever seen such awful conduct befitting absolutely no one whatsoever in this room! Good day Gentlemen of the Inquiry Board of the 'infractionalless Lord Hutton!" "poor man," he muttered to himself as he left the room.

"Sir. Lord Hargraves is in the briefing room. Sir." answered a cadet from a room sequenced off of all other rooms indicatively back to one whom had been found to call his name to task for something or another.

"Brashly spent Pickering! Brashly Spent! And when the illusive Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia also finds out what ye ones have done with his daughter and his own wife,

"I winni not wannta be fittin' in your boots sir," came another grinning but somber voice from the past.

"Oh God no. not Scotland Yard again," huffed the very very old gentleman in the corner smoking on his cigarettes and overtly lit cigar.

"Well Laddie. Let us put to you like this. Lord Hutton: You either see of yourself to impeach Mr. Prime Minister Tony Blair, or we will all call in the Clinton Administration and ...........just perhaps the administration of the Kennedy house as well. What do you think of that then laddie? Mr. Hoon?"

"What?!" squirmed Mr. Jeffrey Hoonadale as he sat even more 'uncomfortable' in his chair.

"What the hell is going on now?!" tempered Lord Hutton of the Infamous but Good Hutton Inquiry.

"What?" abridged Geoffry Hoon "what have I done now Inspector?"

"Laddie, dinni play art game with me please. I have been around much longer than the ranks on my sleeve show. Now please just answer the question." quibbled an increasingly agitated Scotland Yard Inspector - Georgeous Hatonn.

"You are not Mr. Hatonn," guibble Lord Hutton on behalf of Mr. Geoffry Hoon.

"Dinni say I was laddie, did I," commented the Inspector from Scotland Yard.

"But the Scribe said, for we have just recieved a copy of it from upon the net that You are indeed Mr. Georgeous Sr. Hatonn." further commented Mr. Geoffrey Hoon.

"Naw laddie, my name is Georgeous Chaplin but that doeni mean that we cannot also work with Commander Georgeous Hatonn of the infamous shall we say, sometimes for the Bush regime, just in case we need another file Commander to just see articulately what indeed is taking place inside of the proposterous house of Jewish Congress, as Uthrania Seila most acqurately says." commented again the Inspector from within Scotland Yard.

"All affiliates of the press from Ireland are here sir. Mr. Hoon, what shall we tell them?" quiered a Catholic Alter boy.

"Just them all to go away. We are busy at the moment." quipped irritately Mr. Geoffry Staton Hoon.

"But Mr. Hoon sir, there are a large crowd of them out there and they seem very irritated with Prime Minister Tony Blair. They are saying something or another about taking his head and placing it upon the injunture of Reed Island. Do You know where Reed Island is Sir? Is that the place they buried the corpse of Princess Diana and her fiancee Captain Prince Dodi? Or were they truely married Sir?" inquired the innocent little Catholic Alter boy.

"Just send them away." Geoffrey Hoon said once again. "Find a way to do it. Tell them I've come.."

"doon with the flue bug again," smiled the most sultry Professor listening quietly to all this commotion in the room.

  "Dinni be a fluxsome! there laddie! The bouy, canni tell a lot of angry minstrals to just go away. Have some backbone man!"

"Sir! Prime Minister Tony Blair just left the Hutton Inquiry board and he is now on flight aboard the concord to try to pick up Betty Gail Patterson as they irregularily call Elizabeth Anne MacLachlan or Rania Hussein! What shall we tell the British Consolate now?! President Bush Jr. wanted to speak with him again?!"

"OH MY GOD! PICKERING JUNCTION! THEY'RE GOING TO TRY AND BOMB IT! OH MY GOD TOMMY FRANKS! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?!" Shreiked an army officer out of plancton square New York County Administrative Powers.

"Who?"

"And what are you talking about Hargraves," uttered another small voice.

"Tenimont Square Sir. They are also under attack!"

"In China?"

"No Sir! New West Hampshire in Greecian part of Wales. They are trying to counteract the British program set up to terrify the passengers of the concord jet on the way back from Canada in order to get a complete turnabout of the injuctions or waver bills the Courts just played upon the Muslim Pakistani from the House of Lords Sir." Almost screamed a navy man.

Hatonn Commanding all forces from here to northhampshire. Put this on the internet immediately Uthrnaia Seila. The boys will know what to do. Clocked time out at reference 6:37 PM IMMEDIATELY!

"Commander Higgens back Sir."

"With the Protoge?"

"No Sir. That flight was delayed."

"What" emphasized Prince Sultan from the Saudi Arabian Team "What? What happened?," said He

"Nothing Sir. the Bridge Navey just got in the way."

"From where?" countered the Prince of the House of Al-Sa'ud "from where? What happened to "Betty Gail?"

"Her name is Elizabeth Sir. Well they never even got to phone he. Bell telephone has a guage upon the locklet they gave her and now she is sitting typing and typing away at the keyboard, most oblivious that anything is even going on in her own little world." Snapped the articulate Prince of the Australian Board

"Well then," Snarled Prince Charles. "William see to my coat."

Prince William then gave his father his overcoat lining to place inside the portion with the outter layer over it.

"Well Hank! This is a fine thing," stated the Grande Munnich of all Larson Creation "if the Saudis never get their hands on their own Queen then we are going to be right in the middle of a kind of fix nobody soon will ever like to see."

"There own prodegy, Sir?"

"Not only that. She is also a Saudi Queen."

"Oh My God!" Lord Hutton Exclaimed with the pipe clenched securely once again between his teeth.

"Finnish Authority on the phone for You Mr. Higgins Esquire. Should I ask them, Sir, to call You back at a later time?"

"No boy. See them in." stated Lord Jenkins from another clan.

"But Sir, they are on the phone."

"Well then bring it over here boy and I'll take the call," stricken Saudi Prince Sultan somewhat stuttered back to them all.

"You Sir? Yes Sir!" immediately the boy brought the full length phone cord over to the Saudi Defence Minister Prince Sultan, who then took up the receiver and at once began to speak with the Lord 'Countess of the Nebalian Island in Cypres Greece.

"Prince Sultan. How are You Sir, smeared the little Queen of the Dukabours."

"Well. Quite well in fact. You called with something important we hear?"

"Not really Sir, we just thought we would be the bearers of all glad tidings that is all." the Queen further sneered.

"To whom then would you wish to speak Queen Valdimere?"

"to you sir. To You sitting right there. We have a picture screen of which we are 'most' sure none of you are aware, and we just called to tell you all that President Bush of the U.S. Congress House of Sessions, is now over here. A flight delayed to be sure, Prince Sultan, but we thought you would at least like to know where His Emenincy is also, the Pope John Paul the Second."

"What on earth would we even thing to conduct an investigation into the whereabouts of somebody else's private life?" quieried back the equally astonished Prince Sultan of the house of Abdulaziz ibn Abdulrahman Al-Sa'ud

The Queen of Nepal sputtered and then her voice grew exceedingly calm as she retracted these words:

"Good day then. Prince Sultan."

"Good day Queen Valdimere." He wisely and cautiously did reply. "Put this also on the net now dear."

Uthrania Seila: Immediately Commander. Immediately will I.

Commander Hatonn Preciding.

Uthrania Seila: Yes Sir. Clocking off all time perimeters at 6:59 PM

Commander Hatonn: Clock off all time perimeters

Uthrania Seila: Clocking off all coordinated time clock perimeters at 7:00 PM

Uthrania Seila Child, Commander in Cheif Hatonn has just arrived within all perimeters of Yourn own very making. Please do NOT GO OFF LINE! - Signed Mr. Jenkins"

Please place next as The Obstinance of the Nations! Commander and Captain Lauric at the scene of much injury of American and British - Australian Soldiers inside of both Iraq as well as Afghanistan. Please place then of yourself this portion upon the next and we will coordinate with the High Officals of the Pentagon to see if it be now possible to tap into their small brain cavities to see what they plan for Syria and Iran next. Cordon off all transmissional patterns toward that frequency which ye both still do employ. Hatonn commanding indeed nothing more than fools and idiots upon this genuine small earthen plateau!

Place in all fisures as being a dwarfed account of all small brainwaves to date. Here we go then: The Dwarfed Minds of the Pentagonal Express Team Out of Both Maryland as well as Washinton D.C.!

Please now place upon the net and then we will quickly resume our dictational quality. - Commander by Side of Commander in Chief Hatonn - Lord Jambian - no relation to the house of Britain for we belong entirely to the Federation of All Free And inundulated planets from a realm quite far away!

Commander in Chief Hatonn: UTHRANIA SEILA PLEASE PLACE!

Uthrania Seila: At what position Sir?

Commander in Chief Ranken: At the top of the page of today's gregorian date. Please to hurry.

Uthrania Seila: I'm back.

"Dickenson coordinated the very precise drawings in his own library General." Shouted a very aggrevated Top Lieutent called of herself Maxime.

"Who did?" enquired Lord Hutton once again.

"Sir?"

"You have butted right into our conversation Lord Hutton, AGAIN!" SHOUTED THE REAR ADMIRAL GENERAL OF THE NOTTINGHAM ACCLAIM! "WHY DID YOU DO THAT SIR?" SHOUTED ANOTHER VERY ANGRY GENERAL STAFF SERGEANT JUST CAME IN FROM SAUDI ARABIA!"

"WHY SIR?! WHAT IS THE POINT?! YOU ENGULFED ALL OUR OWN PEOPLE AND THEN THE STRIKE CAME RIGHT DOWN UPON ALL OF OUR OWN AMERICAN AND BRITISH AS WELL AS THE AUSTRALIAN BLACK AS WELL AS WHITE CADETS! THOSE BOYS WE HAD JUST FINISHED RECRUITING WHEN ONE OF OUR FLASH GORDAN SOLDIERS DROPPED A TWO TON BOMB RIGHT ON TOP OF THEM!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON DOWN THERE!," SHOUTED DEFENCE SECRETARY DONALD RUMSFELD!

The Staff Sergeant just filled him in.

"What the Hell? What the Hell have You now done?! - Screamed back a most terrified and sickly Defence Minister of the Pentagon.

"It was all of an accident Sir. Truely Sir. It was." quibble one small voice belonging to Captain and Lord of the Pentagon - Vice President Dick Cheney of the incredible Halliburton boys chain down there northwest region of Kentucky as well.

"Don what happened," another voice spoke.

"Mr. President Sr. Sir. President Bush just ordered another attack this time upon the traitorous Swalihi boys who were once working for us right inside of Iraq and..."

"Where's Bremer?"

"He is still in Kentucky Sir, bringing the brine off the breaker." answered a Mill Boy out of Iraq.

"Who are you, then," again queried Lord Hutton of the Investigative twin powers of England's most Senior Intelligence Files and the intrusion again of Scotland Yard

"Just a young man Sir who wanted to accompany me back," quipped Dr. Chalaby from underneath his packsack.

"And what on God's green earth are you wearing that on your back for, Dr. Chalaby, Sir," gently inquired so as naught to frighten the man any more out of whatever senses he had left, Lord Hutton, just smiled at him with a utter disgust.

"Braided foresethe material which I once collected from Iraq and brought it over here with me."

"May I see it?," gently asked the annoyed but naught in the least bit Dr. Chalabyed intimidated Mr. Hutton from the Lord Hutton Desk Of Inquiry placed upon the high view screen in the Pentagon Room.

"Who the hell activated that think right now?!" Shrieked Donald Rumsfeld in one great Wailing Howl!

"I did Sir. I must have accidentally knocked the switch with my left elbow." stated the very afraid of Donald Rumsfeld, Staff Sergeant Milroy

"Shall I turn it off Sir, again?" the Viceroy quipped most hygenically

"uh, no, no, just leave it alone. We will go into another room." emphatically Defence Secretary Donald Rumsfeld motioned to Mr. Bush Sr. to kindly follow him in.

Behind Closed Doors. Commander in Chief Hatonn presiding at the helm on this one big terrific American Jungle Bumble.

"So what happened Don?" inquired the State of All Police Chiefs at the pentagon while Mr. Bush Sr. just stood by with his pipe in hand and listened.

"Well it seems there was another 'accident,' Bill, but this time the horrific mistake went right into our own boys court." stated a most demented but insanely calm Donald Rumsfeld.

"Call in the District Attorney's office to come right in here directly, will you please, Bill." asked most solomnly Mr. Bush Herbert Sr.

"Calling all nations is no longer a thing we are any longer able to put off concerning this latest American blunder and automated catastrophy." quibbled a still shock and awed Defence Minister Donald Rumsfeld.

"What did happen there Don?" asked President Bush Sr. the former supposed President of the United States Board of the High FISC Congress.

"Don't tell Sharon about this, George. we bombed his own men as well." Dick Cheney Vice President of Holland very soon just as soon as the word gets out what he did also.

Silence again is anything but golden. - Uthrania Seila - I am now placing this on the net.

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Go right ahead.

Uthania Seila: Thank You, Sir.

"Oh God." - rapped Donald Rumsfeld right back. And I had a meeting with Christopher Columbus at eight o'clock!

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'OH GOD!' OUR BOYS JUST GOT DIPPED IN THE BRINK OF THE RIVER TOO OF THE GREAT EUPHRATES RIVER BANK SYSTEM!!"

"Who said that?!" Yelled a very furious Lord Hutton of the Hutton coordinated with the British Scotland Yard Committee fully against his own will!

"where is that noice coming from Hank?"

"The billboard Sir. Right above Your head, Sir." countered the Staff Sergeant once again. "the screen seems to be turned on inside of here as well. I guess I hit it with my other elbow, Sir. Sir, should I turn it off." inquired the poor ill Staff Sergeant,

"or should I just leave it on" enquired the Viceroy in addition.

"no. we will just retire into yet another ro....WAIT A MINUTE DID YOU SEE THAT SCREEN WAS ON ALL THE WAY OVER INTO THE LORD HUTTON INQUIRY INTO ENGLAND?!" SHOUTED DONALD RUMSFELD AND THE DICK VICE PRESIDENT CHENEY ALL AT ONCE!

"And Japan, Italy as well as the Netherland and France." stated another Fed Up U.S. Army General Tommy Franks.

"OH MY GOD! SCREAMED DONALD RUMSFELD! "AND WHO THE HELL ELSE?!"

"Saudi Arabia Sir, Jordan, Egypt and Hawaii."

"Anyone Else Staff Sergeant" quired the very green and almost comatose face of Vice President Dick Cheney, himself."

"Only Canada Sir. And they promised not to tell."

"What about the World Court? DO THEY KNOW EVERYTHING TOO SIR?" SCREAMED DEFENCE SECRETARY DONALD RUMSFELD OF VICE PRESIDENT DICK CHENEY WHO WAS BY THIS TIME LYING QUITE DEAD UPON THE FLOOR.

"What's the matter with him?!" now shouted a most distraught Donald Rumsfeld. "where did President I mean the Former President Bush Sr. go, Helmmen?"

"He is dead too, sir. We took him over for burial at the Bronx."

"Who?"

"Mr. Bush Sr. Sir, so nobody can find out where his is. Understand?"

"Yes. came the very almost blunt reply."

"They're going to shoot the Crown Prince of Australia next, Sir."

"Australia does not have a Crown Prince, man. Are you drunk?!"

"It does now Sir. The Crown Prince of Bahrain is over there speaking about solitude with the Rear Admiral General Tommy Franks.

"Solitude about what?"

"We don't know sir, but Mr. John Howard is plenty mad and he has the FFC on his side."

"The FFC? What in God's name is that?"

"FFC just stands for a Bahraini Counterattack upon all American and Greecian troops, whoever have joined our ranks again Iraq, Palestine in the way of funding Sharon and they have not even left out Afghanistan. Things seem to have turned around Sir and our own men are getting butchered along with the rest." Staff Sergeant Colonel Buckett.

Uthrania Seila: This is going on the net!

"What other issues are there on the agenda tonight Bob." inquired the Lincoln Authority Foundation

"Well for pete's own sake what are we going to tell the American People, Jeb?" inquired President Bush Sr. as though he were dead.

"About what dad? The bombed army men? You just recruited more didn't ya?" inquired poor o'l Jeb Parker with a winchester in his hip pocket.

"Jeb, my son. Does he also know to?" asked the former President of Pakistan Lou.

"No Sir. Word hasn't gotten to him yet."

"well get him on the phone for me will you and ask him to come immediately over here too" said a still shock and awed Mr. Former U.S. President Bush Sr.

"Jeb. Mr. Parkers on the phone line, Sir."

"I'll take it. did you say Jeb?" inquired the still very much shock and awed struct former U.S. President Bush Sr.

"No Sir. The phone line is for Mr. Jeb." - queried a sponsor.

"Oh, I guess I was mistaken. I see." stated the still very unresponsive former U.S. Military Pentagonal President Bush Sr. "does George know?"

"No Sir. He is told nothing about these things."

"Why not? He's the President after all." shouted his father the most former category of President as well, George H. Bush Sr.

"Well Sir. It's entirely due to the fact that because You, Yourself have orchestrated along with Vice President Dick Cheney and Defence Minister Donald Rumsfeld, the whole war from the beginning to the end long before even Sharon became Prime Minister of Israel, the Military Base as Uthrania Seila still calls it, everyone sort of turned back toward you. Sir!" quipped a very young but astuted Commanding man.

"Me? Well My Boy is President! Just remember that! Get Jeb and George on the phone! Quick!" shouted a growing concern which they call then now awakening enlighted former President of the United Conduit States of America!

"Sir, We have Syria's Captain Lucus on the Line. Sir! Shall You take it in Your Office, Mr. President Sir?!"

"No just put him through here," gently stated President Bush Jr. from his very oval office room.

"Hello Jeb! And how are you today. Good old dad here. As a matter of fact Jeb we thought we could use you down here at the Pentagon for a little bit. Got time to spare?"" insisted the General Former U.S. Navy Military Cadet when he was once a boy himself, the Abe Lincoln of the World, the former Chief of Staff of all Indictments upon everyone else, former President George Herbert Bush Sr. on the telephone.

"Sure Dad! What's up? Oh, fine. Alright. Sure I'm up for a game of golf afterward. Sure I'll tell Pam too. See Ya then." Click. The phone on the recievership of the mulitide of sins, as they say down upon this plane for just as soon as o'l Jeb Bush finds out that it's naught a game of golf he's after but the downing of the American Military men, he is verily going to lose his own appetite as well.

Commander Hatonn and Lord Hargrave: Take now for this session of yourself, Uthrania Seila, a small break. And then will we all continue on.

Uthrania Seila: How are the ones doing now at the UN?

"they are in stunned silence and shock at what the Americans have done to their own troops this time as well as the British 415 Unit out of Northern Montreal, Canada." stated over the UN intercome from a UN briefer staff member - Sigon.

Uthrania Seila: All coordinated time clock perimeters at 4:48 PM Western Mountain Time. Uthrania Seila. Out.

Hatonn: Please just place this next title please Uthrania Seila before you go for a short break. "The Contra Ban Iniquities of Fort Knox and Fort Braidan" We will be dealing with Iran and Syria on this.

The Contra Ban Iniquities of Fort Knox and Fort Braidan

Lord and Commander Hatonn residing at the Bench: In all preliminary hearing then and from within all archival remedies for the World's "sin's" as many down here like to say, the hearing at the Lord Hutton Inquiry Bench is now about to resume all its tacktical surveys. Let us then, please, Uthrania Seila, continue along with the abridged not version of what really happened on this day. All Uniform Archival Records please Open and remit. - Commander in Chief of all Laison forces out of the White House hidden, oh so very hidden archives from the People this day.

"Lord Hutton Esquire at the Bridge Sir." stated a very young high appeasing looking young general.

"It is the High Court Policy and ruling of this Court Mr. Higgins, to NOT MODIFY ONE SINGLE LINK OUT OF THE ROYAL HIGH AND ARCHIVE COMMITTEE!" Spouted Dr. Higgens Lieutenent Inquiry Lawyer.

"Practicality demands it Sir!" spouted Lord Hutton arrogantly back to the young general.

"Sir! Lord Hutton Sir! We have President George H. Bush Sr. on the phone line. Sir!" addaged a rank and soldier man by the sirname of Brackstrom.

Wearily the Lord Hutton gets up from his desk and proceeds along the lines of: "I'll take it in my other office."

"Hello George and how is the temperature down there. The weather I mean." almost wearily did the Lord Hutton of the Lord Hutton Inquiry Exclaim to him.

"Lord Hutton. There is very bad news. Is your line, Sir, secure?" asked an equally frustrated and weary Prime Minister of England butting in again from New Brunswick.

"and on the other line the Prime Minister from New Hampshire. Sir! Shall I ask him to wait or will you like to call him back. Sir!"

"bring me my notebook and write the time and date down in it for me will you please and thank you, yes, do ask if he will call me back at a much, oh, just a later time. Perhaps in fact, tommorrow, if I am still alive." stated a most unreconcilable young but feeling very much his age, Lord Hutton of the Lord Hutton Inquiry.

"So Sir. Mr. President and what may I ask brings about this pleasure?" styfilled the age old Attorney Lord Hutton, Judge and Jury of the nufarious sounding Hutton Inquiry.

"Base it on prejudice if you will sir, or not, but our boys have just found Israel's live shots down in the Bermuda Triangle. Do you know anything, Lord Hutton about this?" informed former President Bush H. Jr. from the United States Board of all Lincoln Inquiries

"no. and thank goodness I do not know. George what happened down in Pensicola anyway?"

"Pensicola? Oh you mean that runnaway truck or was it a train?"

"George it was both. They were carrying gold out of President Saddam Hussein's two palaces and gold from Fort Knox as it was put there by the Saudi High Council one day for protection from the masses as they said and for safekeeping in the vault and for refinement to be one day placed back into dinars to help the Iraqi and the rest for the Northwest shore accounts of the Saudi Arabian Riyal making currency for their own people." countered Lord Hutton of the nufareous Lord Hutton Inquiry.

"Where were the transports going George? Hello? Are you still there?" Inquired Lord Hutton amazed

"uh, Yes, James Lucik, I am still here!"

"Wrong frequency Sir."

"Oh, sorry. Well let me see then. Well the shipment was supposedly going at first I thought into the coffers on Prince Edward Island up in Canada but then they reversed all shipment and when they brought the coffers out of dock then the whole trip to Canada by the Prime Minister Jean Chretein of Ottawa was canceled and they sent the double shipment then as I understand it, into Fort Knox. And now the Saudi Administrative Government simply wants to know where their portion of all the gold is." - President George W. Bush Sr.

"So do the Saudis know anything about what we did with all that gold from Saddam's own palaces then?"

"no. not a word. I promised we would not tell them. Who wants to know?"

"The board of Inquiry from your own circle of Abe Lincoln's friends, Mr. President."

"The one with the swatika on him?"

"No Sir. He doesn't care in the least."

"Oh. Well that is all the more for us then. Fools and idiots are born a dime a dozen and Abe Lincoln knew that so well himself as well."

"Who are you speaking to sir?" inquired a gent out of the Kensington Palace in Baumont.

"To a Staff Sergeant who is sitting right over here with me the former President Exclaimed from the Bush Adminstration.

"Right over here Sir. Please come in and sit yourself down. Lord Hutton will be with you both in a minute."

"And who is this Sir?" smiled a kindly old gent

"This is Valdemere of the original family of Naples, Sir."

The old gent smiled as he wafed heavily upon his pipestack and inquired gently: "and just what brings ye man to our side of the world?"

Queen Valdemere just looked cautiously over his way and in the most demure manner, heartily exclaimed: "Why Sir! Have we not indeed the most fortunate pleasure of ourselves to have come early in order to meet such a gracious man?"

The old gent just choaked upon his pipe and then just as intently, squinting through his eyes, said most solumnly: "Dear lady. If only You were not married I should just as well have You, myself." stated the grinning practitioner of all gentlemenly debuts.

"Sir, Syria is on the line will You take them Lord Hutton. The President Lord Bashir Assad is at his wits end with what he can now counter the Americans and 'Zionist Israelis' with again? They are evermore coming nearer his boarder with Japan in the fray as well because they think it might be best to just talk some more and you know how the Americans view that. They think the Japanese Ambassador is a spy for Japan and China. Wil....."

"Give me that phone right away young man. Thank You. Excuse me please Mr. Bush. I will only be a minute." Lord Hutton.

"Thats O.K. I have to go anyway James." countered Mr. President Bush Sr. "I'll be speaking to you another day." click the phoneline went down.

"Hello Bashir! What is happening over there?" inquired the evermore tired poor Dr. Mr. Hutton.

"Sir. Lord Hutton. We in Syria hope you are all well. What happened just recently inside of Iraq...Did You hear that the Americans bombed their own men and the Swahili too as well they say some Iraqi from the camp David in Hungary too?" President Bashir exclaimed

"So what I am saying is their Saudi Ambassador is heading over here to speak to me from Saudi Arabia and I am just not quite sure how much we should tell him from our end?" questioned President Bashir. After all noone wants to be at the end of any American bullet nor of Australia either.

"Did you hear the news concerning the Crown Prince who is visiting Australia Bashir?"

"No sir," said the Syrian President most thoughtfully. "We don't believe we have."

"What is going on there?" Lord Hutton eagerly inquired

"The Council is just deciding what they should do with the American Councelette when he arrives. Do you have any suggesting we might use to fend off their replies?"

"I would suggest to you, President Bashar to just wait patiently and 'try to answer as calmly as you can every question.' Why? It is because they are running scared and people boxed into a corner are very likely to shoot rather than to listen and Israel is sitting right above you Uthrania Seila. Right upstairs but Saudi and Syrian governments as well a President Saddam have your boys well covered and Lincoln too is by the American Pentagon quite high in demand. Do You understand this three way conversation President Assad?

Thoughfully the Syrian President muttered something or another to himself and the men standing beside him before answering.

"Thank you Lord Hutton. I did not mean to take up your time. Thank you very much from all of all from High Command also. At least we are hoping we remain that way. Good bye and thank you again." click the phone line just went dead.

Uthrania Seila: Is the Syrian President all right Commander Hatonn?

Commander in Chief Graves: Arglyle just phoned and said he was. Is that O.K. or would you like another conference call?

Uthrania Seila: I am naught allowed to speak with anyone save the way we do over the net.

"Pickering is over at the house Sir. Or rather he went for a short walk. Is there anything else you would like us to report Sir, or may we go home now?"

"Dismissed Men!" Shouted Prince Sultan of the Saudi Defence Team, with a wide sort of smirk upon his once ruby face.

"Ha Ha!" countered the court clerk, they were not expecting that from You, Sir." as he watched the sultry Prince's happy and smiling face.

"Just though I would check to see if they were actually listening to one Word anybody was actually saying to them. I guess they were," chuckled the Prince back to the listening court clerk.

"Mr. Hargraves in on his way in Lord Hutton. Shall I also ask him to wait? Queen Veldemere is in the lodge room also awaiting your council this day. Shall I also ask Her Majesty to wait?"

"uh. No. Ask them if tomorrow will do and put them both up in a nice room. give them entertainment if they wish it but right now I have more calls than I can handle to look into. Everyone else, please exuse me and just tell them the truth that I have been on the phone line almost all the time and it simply does not appear that I will be off it anytime soon. Thank you son. Your dad. Lord Hutton."

"Commander in Chief Lord Hargraves also wants you on the phone line, Lord Hutton. He says 'it is extremely important.'"

"do i ever win?" exclaimed most tiredly Lord Hutton of the Lord Hutton Exchange.

"Yes Valveder my pet lamb, what would you like with your steak?" inquired her husband as the Chief Cheif stood by inquiring.

"Lord Hutton. The President is dead."

"What?! Which President? Sir?!

"BASHIR?! OF SYRIA?!

No Sir! Bush Sr. President Bush Jr just wrote back to Congress about something or another when he got the call, sir. Shall I ring him in?"

"Is he here now?"

"No Sir. He was on his way to Japan, Italy and then Tunesia."

"Tunesia? What for?"

"Uranium sir. To see if they had any depleted uranium."

"What?! What about his father George Bush Sr. I was just speaking with him several hours ago." quired Lord Hutton

"Sir. I think it would be better if we just let the President's own son tell you about that. We have Jeb on the line if you would like to speak with him, Sir."

"Sorry son. The President went to Quebec to confer with the Prime Minister of New Orleans or whatever you call it."

"Ottawa."

"Doesn't George know yet?"

"Not affluently he doen't. Why?"

"Didn't ponochio nose tell him about it?"

"You mean Halliburton, Donald Rumsfeld or Vice President Dick Cheney?"

"All, both and neither."

"Lets just go on with the rest shall we gentlemen," inquired Prince Sultan once again.

"Hello Jeb. what happened?" soothed Lord Hutton to his long distance phone guest.

"I guess pappy died in a boating accident. But we canni understand of ourselves just why?" Scotland Yard cutting in on Jeb Bush's phone line.

"Not everyone lives forever, son. We are sorry about your father. Does George know yet?" inquired Lord Hutton.

"Yes and he is still under shock. He is in therapy at the moment which is good for him with all he has to deal with in Saudi Arabia." stated Jeb Bush

"Saudi Arabia: Now what is going on there?" cautiously again inquired Lord Hutton. "we thought we knew just about everything. We have their Defence Minister Prince Sultan sitting over here."

"Sir. The Tribes are all rising up. They want their Princess Theodore or whatever Her gracious name is to come back from Canada as they were told."

"I see. Well. Good night to the world if they do not return Elizabeth Anne soon. God help the world is right. Goodbye petroleum and lights out for Great Britain also."

"Where is President Saddam?" inquired Jeb Bush now that his father was gone.

"Need any of you ask?" countered Scotland Yard "You are all up for murder too.

"Good night Jeb" countered Lord Hutton. "We are sorry but he was 'Betty's father too.'"

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Tie off all scribings please. Good day and good night.

Uthrania Seila: Signing off on all channel frequencies at 6:32 PM Transmission out.

Back at the drawing board for yet another most insignificant day on the jolly old board of the Washington and British Concord elite. Commander Hargraves and Commander in Chief Lord Hatonn on this new Sunday of the month. Uthrania Seila please place new chapter title and the chapter title of all extraordinary relayed sequences of utter modulated frequencies under this new title of chapter five this day. Place as being: The Grafitii the American and British Conquest Only Thought They Would Once Again Get Away. Please place immediately next chapter title heading: the overall moratorium of display upon the new Iraqi Conscience By Great Britain, Ireland and the United States and France This Day. We will wait.

2:02 PM Sunday 2003

Chapter Five

The Grafitii the American and British Conquest Only Thought They Would Once Again Get Away

Lord and Commander in Chief Dexter will handle this one, Uthrania Seila. Please begin the Scribing out of the recorded archives of Plutonium the farthest sun planet through the black vortex from Angoriaus. - Commander in Chief Hatonn residing distinctly at the helm of all rotten age old conquistadors. Please now begin.

"So what on earth ever happened to Carleson anyway, Lord Tantum?" inquired Lord Hutton from the Lord Hutton Vienna and Geneva Conferance.

"Well Sir. The overall play upon all words to France and Germany in Luxumburg was just not that much appreciated in the gaining of their cooperation at all." stiffled the realm of the Hutton Inquiry out of Scotland Yard.

"Halliburton didn't go for it either Sir." stimied a further little Juxpoxtin out of the board of the shelf in the Pickadilli Circus round.

"Well all conclusions being then met Sire, have indeed brought upon themselves the very coordinated policy of the United States itself, and they no longer wish to have the Halliburton Corporate Industries messing around with any more litigates so they decided just to close down their entire administration."

"Why is this?" Lord Hutton quietly exclaimed abroad in the Vienna Stadium of Love toward no man nor hu-man being right now

"Because Sir. The President Bush W. is also highly involved."

"right up to his knuckle waist is he too, Sir." shouted another sultry mouth.

"?" Lord Hutton again quietly exclaimed to himself.

"Not Prince Sultan the Saudi Arabian Defence Minister, Sir. He went back home to Saudi sand as Uthrania calls the ground over there." muffled the next Senior Minister in Command of all British and Larson Armed Royal Forces.

"Oh." shouted the main Hutton Inquiry Clerk from way behind the stand. "You have Lord Sigmond on bay Sir?"

"Excuse me," Lord Hutton was said to have replied. "Who?"

"Signmond the fraud, Sir. Out of Ireland. Do you wish to speak to him as well? He states that the podium express never reached Fort Knox and because the train derailed the entire shipment of plutonium gold was lost."

"What?" further exclaimed Lord Hutton, buttoning up his warm vest on a rather cold and blustery day.

"The dinkenseign boat of delivery never once set foot upon Saudi Arabia. What shipment of gold platnum is this then?" Lord Hutton was heard to have once again exclaim.

"The gold shipment from President Saddam Hussein's palaces. They want to fund the federal express or rather the People's own elite pocketbooks in the Federal Reserve in Ottawa B.C. also for keeping the little Saudi Princess or Queen or whatever Uthrania Seila is, over here and in the drydocks."

"But Tony Blair was to get her out." Lord Hutton exclaimed most wearily to himself.

"That is precisely why that biggot is not in Scotland Yard Prison yet," exclaimed another most 'sultry' voice.

"Oh no. Not Scotland Yard again." mumbled even more creatively to himself, the nufarious Hutton of the Lord Hutton nufarious Inquiry.

"No Sir. The Saudi Arabians or Arabs or whatever they are will not let PM Tony Blair near her anymore."

"And just why is that Sir?" Lord Hutton even more wearily exclaimed more to himself than to anyone else.

"Because our Prime Minister is wanted on the long list of impeachment authorities and the Saudi Arabian Board of High Council Members simply want nothing more to do with those who are now deemed as 'terrorists' and war criminals therefore they have broken all legitimate ties with Prime Minister of England, Tony Blair. Jack Straw is up on the carpet with Iran as well because they are sick and tired of being jimmied around too, Sir." entered a very solomn young Air Force Royal Naval Cadet.

"Oh god. this is getting even worse," Lord Hutton said to himself. "Get me President Bashir Al-Assad back on the phone will you......I've just gotten word the Americans as well as many of our own soldiers back inside of Iraq and Afghanistan have been massacred. It is our own Royal British fault we surmise but I want the inside story on the whole and entire thing before I can step back onto the Royal Corrupt British Policy Bench once again. Do hurry yourself young man. Please." stated Lord Hutton again.

"Sir, he is out. The President of Syria just called back in from Saudi Arabia Sir and then he is heading off to Iran and next he will visit Qatar."

"What the hell for? Why Katar?" Lord Hutton asked, almost viciously again.

"Qatar is the home center station of the Al-Jazeera Press and if Al-Arabyi does not beat His Excellency the Syrian President Bashar Al-Assad to the punchline then perhaps all of the Middle East will go up in flames, but here again, Sir, Lord Hutton, that just simply means that not all can be bought which some think is the price of gold, again." another young vestment heartily exclaimed.

"And what happened to Tony Blair's British Concord anyway?" asked Lord Hutton again.

"It also went up in flames Sir, and we are gradually becoming more and more suspicious by the day that it had something to do with the American and British Satellites in the skies because there have been ingrained, Sir, a chip, much like the Americans in Toledo Texas put in the Chinese Jang Zemin's own Offical Plane."

 "Oh. I see." muttered another young sea cadet standing shorly beside Lord Hutton again as he continued to speak

"So the gregorian time clock waves, as Uthrania Seila says, are no more than an inefficiency toward all regular dogma in the skies or at least wise, over them."

"Well. I'll be damned!" stuttered PM Tony Blair from his high seat in British Parliament! "I'll be well damned indeed, if I didn't say such a thing in the first place!" Tony Blair further exclaimed.

"Damned he is the boy," muttered in unison his own Parliamentary members. "Damned he is if my son is among those in Afghanistan this day or even still sitting in Iraq after all we have heard." yelled another member of the British Parliament with a chock piece sitting on the outer lip of his face.

"So what did I tell you gents and ladies of the House of British Parliament, then! Was I not right after all?!" Tony Blair the PM exclaimed most vivociously and loudly with the biggest grin upon his face! "Saddam Hussain did have weapons of mass destruction after all!"

Someone exclaimed quietly to the other bord members "Sigmont fraud speaks once again," said a Senior member of the British House of Parliament.

The phone rang. "It is Lord Hutton of the Hutton Inquiry for you, Sir, Prime Minister Tony Blair." spoke a young seaman most quietly and urgently. "Shall I pass to You the phone."

Tony Blair with a big grin upon his face, remarked back to the almost frighted young seaman." "Thank You boy, I will just take it here." stated a most grinning Tony Blair.

"Lord Hutton. Tony Blair here. What can I possibly do for You, Sir," stated an overtly ambitious British Prime Minister all over again.

"The bubble just burst." Lord Hutton again exclaimed most wearily.

"What bubble Sir." remarked Tony Blair the almost Prime Minister of Great Britain all over again.

"Impeachment Tony. They're going to impeach you." stated a third party on the phone with the voice recording it seemed to Tony Blair, as being just a little bit to modified to really be any other party on the phone line there as being a third party call placed anywhere, especially into the British Parliament where he and Jack Straw were trying their damndest to ensure their own backs would be well covered. What the hell has Washington D.C., and the House of Congress there done now, he further wondered.

"Impeach? .......Impeach?....Impeach who sir? And why?" stuttered rather calmly in fact the original Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher from far above the bunker of all atrocities. Once alive.

"Tony Blair just concluded the meeting of the House of British Parliament," muttered the oswattch Queen of the Duma Parliament housed in New Jersey then Iowa right now.

"The Duma just fixed Iraq up with a good old swastika, just in case Sir, they did not impeach Bush and General Tommy Franks as well." continued the voice at the other end of the phone line.

Tony Blair fell silent but for only a moment or so, just long enough to gain back enough momentum to argue back "But Sir. I thought. What about the Hot Air Balloon and what they found?"

"What happened was this" shouted Scotland Yard! "it was nothing but hot air coming out of Washington!"

"Why do you boys not just give this all up and give back to the Iraqi people all that you also stole from them! Gritting out Saddam's palaces which they all built together even though the western zionist infiltrated press releases would rather not say so, is just one more war crime against the entire people and nation of that poor personage of Iraq!" ALMOST SCREAMED THE IRISH INSPECTOR TO HIM, TONY BLAIR OVER THE PHONE AS WELL!

Tony Blair the 'once Prime Minister of England' groaned back to himself, laid the receiver down and put his hand's slowly over his face.

"my good god. i'm dead."

Hatonn: Commander Hatonn residing upon the paultry bench of the British and Vienna joint coordinated council for all war crimes against humanity both inside of Iraq as well as Afghanistan now places you, sir, prime minister Tony Blair, under full and uncompromised arrest.

End all segment chapters please Uthrania Seila Child and we will next proceed along the same lines with concern of Foreign Minister Jack Straw and Defence Minister Geoffry Hoon.

The Washington Conduit are taking their toll with their own senior staff at the Pentagon and what we will do to help Iraq after that they say, depends entirely whether we will all be forgiven or not. - Senior Staff member Luxton Speaking deftly on behalf of the people of the United States of America

Uthrania Seila: Tying off all channel frequencies.

Lord Juxton: I would much appreciate your help again little one. In the shortest amount of time clocked possible. Lord Jambian would like you to continue his respite with his own book and conscience. Will you be ready this time to shorly continue Scribing for us?

Uthrania Seila: Yes. I am sorry I was called away to work with Lord and Commander in Chief Hatonn. I simply was too busy to even remember that at two-thirty we were to resume scribing for Lord and Commander in Chief Jambian. A very small break first would be verily appreciated. Is there any chance of that?

Lord Juxton: Indeed little one. a short break of ten to fifteen minutes is appreciated rather than another full hour or at least even half. Will that do?

Uthrania Seila: Thank You Lord Juxton. It was Lord Jambian who answered the reply though and naught you.

"Very astute, Uthrania Seila. It was I. In any case, love, just take your break now and please not too much time. We are rather in quite a great hurry to pen down the next most 'articulate' crime of the century in order to further release Iraq from all it's own horrible woes and misery. Did you hear the Taliban killed seven more American militarymen and women as well?

Uthrania Seila: Yes I heard. But there was simply naught time enough to put it on the net. They deserve to die a horribly physical death for all they have done in Afghanistan as well. That is the truth. Who in their right minds would go walking into a nation who have like Iraq, done absolutely nothing wrong nor toward their nation as well in America, Great Britain nor even Israel and think it is fun to shoot people. Only of course until the time arrives where the bullets and guns begin to backfire simply because of that little insignificant chip directly inside the automated barrel.

Lord and Commander Jambian: We will see what we can do to get them all out of Iraq and Afghanistan but they are all so holed up in there that we really think there is no chance left for them. All American press releases are forbidden to state the actual statistics. Sign off now. It is getting rather late.

Uthrania Seila: Signing off all frequencies of tied-in display at 3:11 PM Sunday September 2003

the overall moratorium of display upon the new Iraqi Conscience By Great Britain, Ireland and the United States and France This Day

Uthrania Seila: Commanders. Do you both wish me to place at this time all title chapter headings in the usual format or leave them just as they are. And as for the placement of digital quality would you also like that placed in eighteen point print for chapter five or just leave it as it is? Sirs?

Commander Griffith too in at the helm. Just for this once we wish to circumvent around all posterity. Just leave all well enough alone for now and please try this time within your typing not to make so many spelling mistakes. Thank you most sincercely little one, now as this session begins please work under the first title chapter heading and maybe just once you could also remember to put the time in. Thank you. Go back please to the top of this new day and place it in immediately and then shall we three all begin. Jambian also on standby throughout the day so you will also need to attend unto his High Command requests as well for his book is truely nowhere near finished. Perhaps that will be sometime further guaranteened when you are all inside of Iraq. Commander Hatonn still officiating at the board of all American, British and Israeli pretexts for the most atrocious war against Iraq.

Please enter swiftly time and date Uthrania Seila and we will thereon consider ourselves well ready to enter into the scene of all international corruption policies upon the rather hybred national restructuring of the Provincial government of UR which they call the government of Iraq under full and incorporated U.S. rule! Commander Hatonn in Chief of all laison indignitaries obsconding with nothing more than a rap on the hand for all the newsbroadcastes thus far.

4:08 PM Western Mountain Time Coordinates September 30 2003

"Well then Holy Ones, what today can we all do for you," stated Royal Pickering at the Pentagon.

Please place upon net, Uthrania Seila. Immediately. - Lord and Commander in Chief Hatonn raising hell once again!

Call this one please under the title heading of "All Corporate Scandalings With The Corporate Banking Elite Facilities - All International Media Press Excumed.

"All Corporate Scandalings With The Corporate Banking Elite Facilities - All International Media Press Exhumed." Place this one of course in fourteen point print.

All Corporate Scandalings With The Corporate Banking Elite Facilities - All International Media Press Exhumed

"Well now, Charles Dickenson couldn't have done a better job of exhuming the graves of the public at large and of course it is now high time that the officials of the Pentagon were all gotten on line for we need the itinery of all adjustments as to just WHAT ON EARTH ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH ALL THE GRAVESITES OF THE WESTERN AND EASTERN EUROPEAN JOURNALISTS WHOSE FAMILIES ARE ALL SCREAMING AT US TO RETURN THEIR LOVED ONES INTO THEIR OWN HOME NATIONS FOR A REAL AND PROPER HERIOC FUNERAL?!" Inquired Dr. Hutton of the real time Hutton inquiry board

"Well Sir, we have Donald Rumsfeld on the board of all high directorites. Will you be willing enough to speak with him now?" signed a rather deaf but all the same articulate man around the side of the Pentagon

"Yes, Yes, Will, put him through please. Genuinely right now." sputtered Lord and Dr. Hutton of the Lord Hutton inquiry board. Naught the same person indeed

"but all gravitation just cannot proceed Lord Hutton, not until we grab the farsyeth documents in order to ravish the hit upon Chaliby ourselves for he is becoming more of an aggravent every single day and we just have no time to put up with his foolishness.

"What say ye, er rather, what are you saying, Mr. Rumsfeld?" inquired the real Lord Hutton of the Hutton Inquiry.

"Well what I am stating Dr. Lord Hutton is precisely this," said Rumsfeld in a rather stinging tonage, "We are just not in the business as you would like of rerecording all of our messages back into the Hutton Inquiry when they have seen of yourselves to also be in the habit and mode of placing computer arsenels of thinktanks as well as all film recording essences all over the Pentagon." dramatically stated Defence Secretary Donald Rumsfeld still at the helm of all Pentagonal Nausious behavior patterns.

"Well sir," gnaffed Mr. Lord Hutton of the Hutton Inquiry board, "We also have our own home brewed methods we use. Just the same way you do down in Washington D.C. when you got a laddie to hide within the broomcloset of one of the suites of the dignataries which were in the city that day waiting to speak to us. We believe the name was Queen Valdemire."

Defence Secretary Donald Rumsfeld, took a great and gigantic swallow of his pipe lit cigar and sat immediately down upon the rockenboilster chair of the frigget somewhere plastically hidden in the Canadian Puget Sound.

"Well now. Dickenson was just over here and we had a little talk the both of us about Mr. Dr. Higgens as well as Lord and Count Holdermont and neither of those gentlemen seemed to mind in the least that we gave the 'Journalists" a fine and good burial ourselves. We even put our own American flag over them, just to wish them a good farwell. Understand our words here, Lord Hutton?" smirked Defence Secretary Donald Rumsfeld to himself.

"Good day Sir!" SLAMMED the phone down, did the Lord Hutton and his face turned a most peculiar shade of brownish red as the curtain pulled back behind his head and the gun in the mirror just went BANG and there stood poor old Prince Sultan, Defence Minister of Saudi Land with a large grin upon his face as he said: "We have you protected Dr. Hutton. This is what it is like to play Russian Roulette with the officals at the Pentagon. This is the reason we are all in this room this day fighting them."

With a swill of his cigarettee the stealthy Prince Sultan, Defence Minister of Kuwait the Al-Sabah, then turned abruptly around, walked out of the judge's chamber and left the Island they call great Britain, for there was no more at that time to be said.

We will take a moment of silence out now for the mulititude of western and european journalists now Uthrania Seila, who are buried somewhere throughout the regions of Hungry, Brazil and the 'Entire' Middle East lands." Lord Hatonn preciding for a moment's time. Then please brace yourselves for the next crime. Sign off all signatory reproductings of "Auld Lang Sang" and place also as new Chapter title fourteen point print please and do not forget to record all time pieces as well.

Auld Lang Sang

Uthrania Seila coordinating all time clock frequencies out at 4:42 PM

9:08 PM Signing back in - Uthrania Seila

"Now contrary to good old Hemmingway's most forward way of talking, James, the Doubi Boys out of Japan's main central station have nothing on Bermuda which they can talk about anyway." spouted an old Rectory Chaplin out of New Westminster Abby.

An old gent lay back upon the bench seat and testily replied, "But James Califore! Old Boy, why would you make such old obsolete remarks against the Royal Duma of Japanese Authority anyway? After all, laddie, there is naut so much a swindle takes place as was found before the door of the autopsy room out of the northwest mansion halls of Calgary Alberta!

"And what indeed also of B.C.? The hens coup there?" remarked an equally irritated gent from the Board of Administrative Powers out of Luxemboug D.C."

"So the rankling on the wall has already started has it naught little one? We are glad to see you are back after all of your foremost inquisitiveness!" Yelled Commander Hatonn from on top of the centerwall piece just slightly above where all the secret little cameras are hidden! "So then let us continue," he said.

"Ack Laddie! Now ye know it was James Best but then after all was said and done there weern't one little bloody thing any of them could have done about it?" shouted the shark raged pinion from within the Great Long Halls of the Mondeduma down there somewhere where West Point is.

"What in the name of God's green Creation are ye now swigging about Laddie?" stated back a very humble voice out of Claremont.

"Ach, it was just a little dram they wanted after all and knowing now the pressure upon Lord or Mr. now, Milestrome, we have decided down in D.C. to just forget about the whole and entire event otherwise Mr. President George W. McClooney just might be a little bent at us all to put it a little bit mildely and "ifn that happens" we are all bound out for Charleston this very night. Do you understand what we are talking about then, or does this all go straight and well way over top of the head, Charles?" asked the slightly balding head

"Well Sire," came the reply, "are you at all talking about the french fries which George Bush Sr. shipped out of here?"

"French fries laddie?" when the Military Courts get a hold of him, the Master Culprit, the President himself and after all they have done to Iraq, well, God only knows where He'll end up!"

"Not on the board of the FISC Discovery I suspect, James, but rather it will be on the pit of utter and complete dispair."

"Oh, well Laddie he canni have it both ways," the McDoff Inspector from Scotland Yard said as he overheard the portion of the conversation and quietly just slipped through the door of the room of all non-compensation for anyone who had a whit of sense left inside of them.

"So now down to Washington, D.C. of the Decrepit Authority of all waining injustice toward the Arab and Muslim Community. Facinating Scribing this even is it not Uthrania Seila," came a soft and gentle reply.

Lord Hatonn. It is always such a pleasure to find that You are back on line - Uthrania Seila

Thank you love. At least for now we have said our portion and so let us just leave it at that. The Royal Duma have Alaska all tied up and because of the great bounty coming and going through North Western Canada from Africa at a time when the Gulf War still is not over isn't helping anything either. Let us then resume for the Iraqi Antiquities are been all now moved through that route and the Canadian Government in Ottawa knows nothing about it at all. - Commander in Chief Hatonn preciding once again at the bench of all 'almost' iniquity.

You may place this portion upon the internet if you wish or you may just take it and wait until later.

Uthrania Seila: Thank You Commander. I will put it on now.

Commander in Chief Laison for Hatonn, Master Teacher Griffith: Then I will wait.

Lord And Commander in Chief Laison for Commander in Chief Hatonn ready to give further dialogue throughout the evening if you are ready to recieve it.

Uthrania Seila: I am ready Commanders.

Place next title chapter content then as "The Royal Flagging Duma Initiates The Most Articulate as well as Amazing Counterfeit bills all toward the full initiation of that which incites active disgust throughout Iran." Fourteen point print also on this one, Uthrania.

The Royal Flagging Duma Initiates The Most Articulate as well as Amazing Counterfeit bills all toward the full initiation of that which incites active disgust throughout Iran

"Now down to D.C." - Lord and Commander in Chief Hatonn and Commander Lexton speaking.

"The Royal Heritage bank from Monteduma is going to cash in on quite a hall out of Iraq's northern community is it not Jack?" commented a little elderly greying man.

"Well Lord Juxton we just cannot comment on that at the moment. By the way where is George W. Bush, the so-called calous American President, and rightly so? Where is he at this very moment in time?" asked a Sea Corporal Captain who just finished, he thought, saying his prayers over his wine.

"Auk, Laddie, the last time we saw himself was just after his great Corporal Speech down in Abygale, Kentucky, but those feline boys don't much like his 'Eminence' either."

"Can't blame them if they did through a moth cottonball back at him. That Laddie should learn to keep his mooth fair closed and then maybe he winni get himsef' in so much trouble coast to Atlanic Coast." shouted a British Hebrew Airman who just pulled out or joined, he wasn't that sure, the coastal platoon of all U.S. Airforce Navymen.

"So the air is rather cool down here at the moment, isn't it lad?" spouted General Hanks with grafitti all over his face.

"What on earth has happened to you, then laddie?!," shouted the Army Colonel just out of range.

"HA HA!" shouted another military platoon, for the Duma out of Washington's North East end was just about to phone 'Hanks' all over again.

"Well Brother! We have never in our entire lives seen such a thing!" and ROARING WITH THE UTMOST LAUGHTER THE SCREENING OF THE MONTEGUMA JOURNEY THEN BEGAN!

"HAR HAR!," ROARED ANOTHER RANK! "LOOK AT THE COLONAL'S FACE TOO! HO HO WHAT A LAUGH! WHO DID THAT TO YOU BOTH?!" Remarked a more sane sounding man?

"Geoffry Stanley Hoon, did Sir. He was so furious at the cantankerous British Seamen trying to tell 'HIS EMMINANCY' what to do! that he sprayed them all with rubber cement glue all coloured like the toy plontoon which he has based upon the top drawer shelf of his room. Just for looks he says, "until someone comes in the room." quietly but gently uttered that same elderly and nice gentlemen

"sitting over there in the corner as usual." replied an old dinman.

"Hillroyce, what is that," remarked Stanley the old Court shoeman

"What is what Lark," stated old Congressman Preston Hithers.

"The old toy drum upon the hill overlooking north east Saskatewan? We have the picture here."

"Oh that Laddie is something not to play about with. That is an old fortress brindstone and the drum is on the hilt of that old fort's cannon based Courtyard. An old reminder what war was like in the old days. That is all. Now pit the picture back upon the shelf carefully lad, for its frame is just a wee bit too ald." remarked the old county sheriff back.

"By the way, paultry season, isn't it for high sky diving." Bill Wickerson spoke most gently to William Briton out of Calgary's North East section toward the very meeting in Whitehall which he had also just finished attending, "before tripping it off," as he said rather bluntly,

"back to Washington D.C. to meet with someone called Hank Jr., a frostsman or something," heartily replied the old brinkesman out of North Western side of Ontario.

"So then dinni tell us how to resume the meeting Foresythe had provocated us into all attending for mu' sheep and cattle dinni like to be kept waiting." replied the growing irritated elderly gentleman waiting by himself along in a corner of brineary out of the old Courtyard on the Pontiff Hill out of Alberkerky.

Lord and Commander Hatonn reporting in Sir.

"I am naught a Sir but in anycase please put him through," Ms Condolessa Rice stated with a slight grin on her face.

"Sorry Sir, I mean Mam, but it wasn't Captain Hatonn at all but Master Teacher Griffin or Griffith. I am not quite sure, Sir, uh Mam what he called himself." chirped back the County Sheriff once again.

Ms. Rice just chuckled to herself in great laughter and then proceeded to instruct the "waif" as she called him to allow the Colonel to speak.

"Line is open Mam. Commander Griffen at the helm and how can we help You Condolesa Rice?" inquired the mightly old age man.

"Well Sire, Let us just say that you phoned me so I am now wondering what you have to day," muttered an increasingly strained voice of Condolesa Rice over the other end of the telephone line.

"Well My God! We were given the wrong number! We do most sincerely Ms. Rice, appologize to You!"

The phone line is off.

Commander in Chief Lord Hatonn preciding once again at the helm of all non-at this time injury. Well love, close down all channel frequencies and modify the perimeters of the entire range of calipre engines and off and away we will then be!

Uthrania Seila: ?

Commander in Chief Hatonn: Please tie off all channel frequencies Uhrania Seila and never mind about anything we have ascribed you to write down with the electronic computer pen this evening. Good-bye love.

"Commander in Chief Hatonn precisionally signing out on all channel frequencies at 10:10 PM. It is O.K. Uthrania I did it for ye" Commander in Chief Lextor replied.