Jesus, who was from Galilee (“Galil ha Goyim” in Hebrew, meaning “Gentile [ = non-Jewish] District”) was consistently depicted by the earliest Christians in the Roman catacombs as fair-haired. Here he is being betrayed with a “friendly” kiss for money by Judas, who was working for the High Priest.

Jesus had infuriated the Judean leaders by creating a new religion based on love, forgiveness, truth and sharing, not greed, riches, vengeance, lies and hate, saying in John 8:44 that the priests of Judaism were liars and murderers and had Satan for a father.

Jesus as depicted by early Christians on the walls of the Roman catacombs — Peter, who was very close to Jesus, was in Rome and told them how Jesus looked.

Mary and Jesus

 

Zoom onto the face and hair of Jesus

Jesus as an adult, as depicted by Christians who knew Peter, who had known Jesus from the very beginning of His ministry alongside the Sea of Galilee

There are powerful people living in England today, and though not of original British stock, they seem to think they rule the place, and can treat indigenous British people like dirt.

They recently victimized a close British friend of mine, as I will lay out below.

Usually these folks have jet-black hair and rather wide or even roundish faces, unlike real Brits, and often a knowing and sinister look in their eyes.

I am from a British-American family that came from England to settle the British colonies of New England in America in 1635, and so I know a real British face when I see one.

Family photo 2007 — only my daughter’s husband, upper right, an Argentine, does not look northern-European

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Brits are a mix, historically, of three elements:

1) brunet Old Mediterraneans,  like the great British-American general Robert E. Lee

2) red-haired Kelts, like Scots-Irish-American Andrew Jackson

and 3) blond Teutons (Saxons, Vikings and Normans), like Robert Redford

…and usually have elongated faces, coming actually from all three genetic elements.

(My maternal grandfather, John Thomas Coldwell — on the left, with my pure English grandmother — a relative with whom I was very close as a child, was from Goole in Yorkshire and he too had such a long face.)

Edward I, Longshanks, expelled non-Christian money-lenders from England in 1290 (painting at Westminster Abbey) 

Londoners in 1940

Anyway, as soon as I saw a photo of the landlord from hell who has lied to, and severely harmed, the health and finances of my British friend, I said “there goes another one of Satan’s little helpers.” 😉

Daniel Spence (right), who works in banking, is a monstrous hypocrite who is both a vicious landlord and a militant of the marxist Labour Party. For generations now, as Eric Blair (“George Orwell” recognized way back in the 1940s, has falsely claimed to help struggling working-class people while endorsing the very things that destroy them, including open borders, the EU, and doing almost nothing about the horrors of paedophilia and Islamic violence (“grooming”) against indigenous British children. Look at the tall British lad on the left, his true British features, and rather more innocent expression. 

Daniel Spence’s malevolent face and non-British looks

….reminds me of these dark, wide-faced folks:

Infamous London gangster Ronald Kray and Lord Boothby, a flaming bisexual and paedophile

Here is a 1944 campaign poster for US President Franklin Roosevelt, partly in Hebrew letters. Note the man on the right, his features, knowing expression, and his hand placed upon the shoulder of the President, who has a humble, almost submissive look. Just as no one is permitted to physically touch the Queen, normally no one touches the President of the United States — but this fellow seems to “know” who the real boss is.

Pippa Middleton, sister of Kate Middleton, now the Duchess of Cambridge, is of this same exotic stock, a mix of Slavic, Mongol and Near Eastern.

(2012 photo) Pippa Middleton, Prince Harry and James Middleton, her brother. Note carefully James’ exotic features and, as always, the “knowing” expression.

Back to this Spence character.

He lives in the Wirral Peninsula, north of Liverpool, and attended Liverpool John Moores University https://www.ljmu.ac.uk/

It is possible he is an Antifa agent, based on conversations with people who know him.

….Toxic terror at his apt., 1803 Beetham Tower in Liverpool

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beetham_Tower,_Liverpool

This apartment is owned by Labour Party-supporting slumlord and possible Antifa sympathizer Daniel Spence.

1803 Beetham Tower
111 Old Hall Street
Liverpool
L3 9BD

By day Spence works as a financial analyst for a well-known banking operation, Wealth at Work www.wealthatwork.co.uk
(link – https://www.facebook.com/WEALTH-at-work-125451514200461/?eid=ARCoyMtKb0Ac7dz3CaDxw65rK78hMreqLwJqLqkTGpTDxugQ3LTfJmrgV5x2Yz2Gm6HlCFuG-z_2Exyl&timeline_context_item_type=intro_card_work&timeline_context_item_source=677598643&fref=tag

By night he masquerades as an Everton (Liverpool) soccer/football lout and Labour-supporting thug.

When I researched Daniel, I discovered links to the Labour Party (There are photos of him openly supporting the disgraced party) as well as to a notorious local Everton group with links to Antifa. If that’s not bad enough, he also rents apartments to unsuspecting victims in Liverpool.

His FB page: https://www.facebook.com/DanielSpence1993

Did Daniel intentionally pollute the flat (Britishs for “apartment”), knowing that my friend was ill? Was it some sort of sadistic joke, or perhaps there was something deeper at play here?  Many friends have suggested that Daniel Spence intentionally left toxic chemicals in the flat to harm our friend.

Everton Antifa — anyone is a “Nazi” who opposes open borders and a muslim England with sharia law

A good friend of mines’ son in fact rented a flat from him after moving up north from London this past August. Prior to moving in, Daniel was informed that my good friend’s son had serious asthma, related to acute chemical sensitivity, which he contracted while working construction some years back, and he told Spence clearly that could only rent the flat if it had not been renovated recently.

Daniel Spence assured both him and his mother that his apartment “had not been renovated in many years”, and that prospective tenant with a serious respiratory illness would be very happy and healthy in the flat.

My friend’s son reiterated on several occasions that he could become gravely ill if the flat had any sort of fumes (even odorless chemicals wreaking havoc on his lungs) ,and that he would have to trust Daniel at his word that he had not done any renovation work, since  he was unable to travel 300 miles from London to Liverpool to view the flat first.

Daniel said there was no need for my friend to visit the flat, and promised him again that the flat had not been painted or renovated even once in 2+ years. This of course was a blatant lie, which he would admit later on after my friend’s son became ill — a lie that would have serious, longlasting consequences.

My friends’ son did, however, prudently arrange for his mother, a proud British woman, to inspect the flat for him.  She has translated numerous texts from German into English, served Britain in its civil service, and wrote numerous articles for the “Vote Leave UK” campaign during the successful EU Brexit referendum. She also served as a translator for the German national football team at the last World Cup hosted in Great Britain in 1966.

“While I was there, Daniel Spence had all the windows wide open, had just cooked, and there was a smell of a standard air freshener about, but nothing else. I was naïve, never once thinking he could have deliberately cooked to put those smells in the air, then opened the windows, and also sprayed the air freshener.

I specifically told Daniel that he had to promise us that he had not done any renovation work in years, which he did, assuring me that the flat had not been painted in years.”

My friend is in her 70s and was, sadly, quite unsuspecting.

It was at that stage that my friend’s son decided to make the move north, as his mother reiterated that Daniel Spence promised her repeatedly that the flat was chemical-free. She said he seemed “nice enough” and that she “couldn’t imagine he would lie.”

Upon moving halfway across the country with all his belongings, my friend’s son was ready to commence his new life in Liverpool, only to discover the flat was polluted with noxious chemicals.

At first he thought that perhaps it was the newish Ikea furniture that was giving off fumes, so he removed the items, only to discover that the smell remained.

“Each time I would enter the flat, I would be confronted by a terribly sour paint-type smell. It was not a solvent, but some sort of plasticizer or resin smell. There was also an obvious smell of formaldehyde. I had no idea where it was coming from, just that it was very unpleasant and starting to cause me breathing difficulties.

I would wake up with sore eyes, a runny nose and a cough —  but as I already had given Daniel 1500£ [ = US$1,895 ] of my meager funds, and he was denying any wrongdoing, I was stuck. I called the local council [city authorities] for help, but they did nothing, saying that it was a private matter unless I felt I was in danger.”

Over the next few weeks, he suffered terribly, asking the landlord where the smell could be coming from and asking ot be reassured that the flat had indeed not been painted in years.

At this juncture the landlord started to adjust his story. He had, in fact, changed the four-meter [ = 13 feet] long window sill and painted it within the last year, using a “glossy paint with a very chemically smell” but only in one bedroom.

Spence also stated that he had painted the wardrobes with the same paint, but then claimed that that had been “earlier.” Spence was then requested to show him a dated receipt that would show when he had had the paintwork done — but he claimed he had “lost it.” The paint job itself was terrible, thick and slovenly done. The tenant-victim thought he was oblivious to how one paints trim, that perhaps he had applied too many layers, and that it had therefore failed to cure.

But when the victim stuck his nose right up to the interior doors, he realized that the same paint smell was coming from all of the woodwork. This told me that he had painted very recently and had blatantly lied to get the chemically sensitive tenant’s 1500 pounds.

At this point our comrade started to have coughing fits and nosebleeds.

It got so bad he had to go to an emergency clinic in Liverpool, where they informed him that he was having some sort of a reaction to whatever he was being exposed to.

“I went back to Daniel Spence several times, each time asking him civilly to be honest with me as to whether or not he had done any recent renovation work. He knew I had very bad reaction to certain solvents in advance of my paying him the rent and deposit. In fact, he assured me repeatedly before my moving in that he had not done any work in years, and that I would love the apartment. Daniel Spence, though, continued to flatly deny that he had painted, or that there was any pollution in the flat.

“It was at this point I decided to buy an air purifier. The purifier had VOC (“volatile organic compounds”) sensors that measure the air quality in the apartment. I called out a technician whom I paid personally to assist me in testing the air.

Although I smelled something strong coming from the walls and doors, I had no evidence there was anything in the flat that was harmful. After the technician conducted one test with the machine, I knew it was not my being overly sensitive, as Daniel had claimed. The machine was clear that there were very high levels of air pollution.”

See graph, which clearly shows that there are high levels of possibly cancer-causing volatile organic compounds in the apartment. The levels drop when the windows are ajar (left half), but spike within minutes of them being shut (right half).

Upon being confronted by the incontrovertible evidence Daniel agreed to let his tenant out of the lease.

“Although the air sensor showed there were high levels of indoor air pollution, they did not tell me exactly what I was being exposed to. In order to know precisely what chemicals were present I needed to have the air tested. I told Daniel Spence this and he agreed that upon my departure from the flat he would have the air tested for me with a local firm. He lied, as the moment I left, he blocked me and acted as though none of this had ever happened.”

My friend’s son has since gone elsewhere in order to recuperate, although he is fearful for his future.

Did Daniel Spence intentionally pollute the flat, knowing that my good friend was chemically sensitive?

Was it some sort of sadistic joke?

Or perhaps was something deeper at play here?

You see, Daniel is very active in Liverpool’s Labour Party and very possibly linked to Antifa (see photo). Many friends have suggested that Daniel Spence intentionally left toxic chemicals in the flat to harm our friend.

So, why am I sharing this story? Because this is what we are up against as a people — hatred.

Whether or not Daniel Spence intentionally harmed our friend or was merely negligent is irrelevant. He knew he had a respiratory condition and that exposing him to noxious chemicals would harm him and it did so.

At a minimum, he lied to both the victim and his elderly mother about not painting the flat, knowing full well his tenant had breathing issues.

That shows Daniel Spence’s blatant disregard for the health and livelihood of a fellow human being.

This would make him a terrible landlord and an even worse human being.

Close-up of Daniel Spence’s eyes

There’s also a distinct chance Daniel intentionally polluted the flat. Knowing what we now know about Daniel’s politics, I think it’s fair to say that there’s a distinct possibility that Spence did this intentionally.

People like Daniel Spence need to be exposed so the public knows to avoid getting involved in any way, especially not as a tenant.

I can tell you that Ive known the tenant and his mother since 2011. They are very good British people, honest, decent and kind. All my friend’s son wanted was to be healthy.

He even informed Daniel Spence that he did NOT want money, wasnt even asking to be reimbursed for the cost of the air purifier that cost him the equivalent of almost US$1,000. He presented Daniel with the scientific analysis (graph) and merely asked him to test the flat so he would know what he was being exposed to. He even stated for the record that he would not be seeking any money and would put it in writing to reassure the landlord that this was NOT about money. He just wanted to know that he and his family would be healthy moving forward. Daniel in fact promised that as soon as he moved out he would have the flat tested.

Daniel Spence feigned compassion, telling him how he cared about his health and would make things right.

As my son’s friend was leaving to recuperate, he even arranged his mother to travel to the property so she could be present when it was tested.
This is what makes this chain of lies so sickening.

So now the world knows vias my site and Google to beware leftist hypocrite Daniel Spence and his toxic apartment at 1803
Beetham Tower, Old Hall Street, in Liverpool, L3 9BD, England.

Here’s a sad song about the forgotten British little people by some lads from Liverpool:

Eleanor Rigby

Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?

All the lonely people,
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear,
No one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there,
What does he care?

All the lonely people,
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church and was buried along with her name,
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave,
No one was saved.

All the lonely people,
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong?