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Was Burnham Appointed to Destroy Britain?


Andy Burnham is an unelected, unpopular Prime Minister who is increasingly despised by various segments of the British public.

He and his government lack a mandate, are subservient to globalist agendas and its policies are deliberate efforts to impoverish the population and dismantle national structures.  Corporate media and state institutions have allied themselves with the Government and are actively spreading misinformation to mask its systemic failures. [Read More]

Who Are “the Jews”, According to the Bible?


While the question of “who are the Jews” might seem like a purely religious topic that has no significance in a person’s daily life, especially if one does not consider themselves “religious”, the fact is that this topic affects everyone alive today, whether they are “religious” or not.

Today wars are being fought around the world and millions of people are being murdered because of the way certain people define who the Jews are. [Read More]

The Coming Food Crisis May Look Nothing Like a Crisis Until it’s Too Late

Just after the morning deliveries and before the first customers, a supermarket looks both ordinary and slightly deceptive. The lights are on, the coolers hum, and the shelves hold exactly what they held last week. Strawberries show up in February, lettuce comes from ground that was desert two generations ago, and on the same shelf beef raised across three states sits beside bread baked from grain cut a thousand miles away. Someone pushing a cart through the whole store can finish the errand without once wondering how any of it got there. [Read More]

First 50 Foods in the Amish Pantry That Almost Never Expire - Forgotten Survival Secrets Most People No Longer Know

Cut into a slope behind my great-grandfather’s house, closed with a door you had to stoop to enter, sat a cellar that stayed cold into July. Nine people ate out of that hole in the ground for most of a year, and nobody in the family thought it strange. Sacks of wheat leaned against the wall in the dark. A crock of lard waited under a cloth. Jars of honey had gone the color of old amber, and a few of them, I suspect, were older than my mother. Not one container down there carried a printed date, and not one jar appeared to care. [Read More]