This blog is primarily about the consequences of my father's and my personal military technical communication, created in relation to another resistance fighter Skou, being stolen and then abducted. First through the Navy in the 1980s, then via the Jaeger Corps, then Special Operations Command. Servicing an environment around Gøglerbåden in Aalborg and their major customers and three generations of descendants from there. Their style disruptive and insolent, their victims circumvented by law, divergence and hierarchy.
The action takes place around 1990, and is discussed with moral reading by Maxwell, who in relation to me in veteran communication, lists the gays around Meldal and bisexual Stigart, as the worst and abusive in the years after. Undoubtedly true and a badge of honour for a later reviled woman.
The moral fibre has since gone and the older generation (around Maxwell's age and older) and their co-conspirators have thrown away any ballast of universal values for human interaction, whether they are civilians, politicians, in military or police uniforms. From the 2000s it was about the next generation and their ignorance of their own background, although there are probably police officers, directors and generals who are inclined towards vigilantism as an instinctive reaction to others' knowledge of their (mother's) background. I should add that whore was Mette Frederiksen's mother, but not mine. It was the children of the prostitutes who, with their social educators and paediatric oncologists, and inept ethnic composition, provided a fractious mix of communication and dissolution.
The sexual activity in my life around 1999/2000 mentioned on this blog is about Maxwell's own scruples. From 2004 onwards, there is talk of attacks on the civil sphere of an entirely different quality. Maxwell's considerations come from a different universe than those of the traffickers, including the Catholic frogman and the Eastern European pizza parlour owner from Søndergade in Aalborg. The reasoning is also differently westernised than the orthodox Jewish community with Melchior, and the use or abuse of Maxwell in relation to the informants around the security services, Henrik Laier, Morten Meldal and Herbert Pundik and the related financial abuse among my other older cousins and their also political collaborators.
Based on my knowledge of the concrete symbolism of nightclubs and other places, I would call Maxwell's network KAKADUE. If I were to write a novel based on this blog and other records or recordings, I would give it the same name KAKADUE.
Is it a coincidence that four other trafficking-related networks in Denmark are not mentioned by name? No, because I don't have collaborators with sufficient knowledge, have no roots in prostitution and related environments, and have now been thwarted for three decades by people in police management like Svendsen and Pedersen, who have only had their own interests at heart. However, it is interesting that there is another large paedophile-oriented network and that it is African, especially since Seier Christensen's children are now black, and Mette Frederiksen's political soul is defined around this, the ‘Gøglerbåden’ and her NGO activities as a child in the ANC, among others.
For me and my family, KAKADUE has been a huge burden all these years. To be included in their Danish partners' money laundering and an absolute laissez faire attitude to my resources and lack of opportunities under such conditions, especially the neurological effect in the modern communication from the Danish Defence, is an eminent evil that now stands as a central pillar of shame in my life and has dissolved at least half of my life.
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