Friday, 24 March 2017

War, Children - It's Just a Shot Away

Oh, a storm is threat'ning
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Ooh, see the fire is sweepin'
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost its way

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Rape, murder yeah!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away yea

The floods is threat'ning
My very life today
Gimme, gimme shelter

Or I'm gonna fade away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
Kiss away, kiss away

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Hergé's Adventures of Nazi-Fascist Collaboration

"I admit that I believed myself that the future of the West could depend on the New Order. 

For many people Democracy had proven deceptive, and the New Order brought fresh hope. 

In Catholic circles such views were widely held."

Nazi Collaborator and Fascist Stooge,

Monday, 20 March 2017

But a King Should Be Afraid, Always...

"But a King should be afraid, Arthur, always... of The Enemy. 

Waiting, everywhere. 

In the corridors of his castle, on the deer-paths of his forests, or in a more tangled forest... in here. 

[taps his head with his finger]

Saturday, 18 March 2017

Day of the Serpent

Anál nathrach, orth’ bháis’s bethad, do chél dénmha.

"Serpent's breath, charm of death and life, thy omen of making."


For three things a Briton is pronounced a traitor, and forfeits his rights, 

•collusion with an enemy 
•surrendering himself, and living under an enemy.

Thursday, 16 March 2017

The Charm of Making

Anál nathrach, orth’ bháis’s bethad, do chél dénmha.

The Charm of Making, an incantation repeatedly uttered by both Merlin and Morgana, is in an Old Gaelic dialect that translates to 

"Serpent's breath, charm of death and life, thy omen of making."

Wednesday, 15 March 2017


"The differences between the first, 1818, and second, 1831, editions of Frankenstein, correspond with Mary Shelley’s philosophical changes. By the deaths of Clara, William, and Percy; by the betrayals of Byron and Jane Williams; and by her economic dire straits, Mary Shelley philosophy changed—events are decided by an indifferent destiny of fate. The values in the first edition—nature is a nurturing force that punishes only those who transgress against its rights, Victor is morally responsible for his actions, that the Creature is driven to evil by social and parental neglect, that families similar to the De Laceys, who love all their children equally, offer the best hope for happiness, and that egotism creates the greatest suffering in the world. 

All those notions are rejected in the second edition.

In the 1818 edition, Frankenstein possesses freewill: he could have abandoned his quest for the “principle of life,’ he could have cared for his Creature, and he could have protected Elizabeth. But in the 1831 edition, Frankenstein is a mere pawn within the force of nature, which is beyond his understanding. Victor says, “Destiny was too potent, and her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction” (Rieger, app. 239). As well, Elizabeth changes her tune to fatalism: “I think our placid home, and our contented hearts are regulated by the same immutable laws” (Rieger, app. 243).

In the 1831 edition, Mary changes from her organic nature to a mechanistic nature. She portrays nature as a juggernaut or a mighty machine, an “imperial” tyrant (Rieger, appl. 249). In this edition, human beings represent puppets. Victor’s sins are not egotistical “presumption and rash ignorance,” but rather bad influences, which include his father’s ignorance, or Professor Waldman’s Mephistophelian manipulations. Victor’s sin is not his failure to love and care for his Creature, but rather his original decision to construct a human being. Victor is portrayed as a victim rather than creator of evil. Clerval, who originally functioned as a being of moral virtue, is now portrayed as an equally ambitious being of fame and power, a future colonial imperialist.

Thus in the final 1831 edition, Mary Shelley disclaims responsibility for her progeny and insist that she remained passive before it, “leaving the core and substance of it untouched” (Rieger 229). Invention “can give form to dark, shapeless substances, but cannot bring into being the substance itself” (Rieger 226). Imperial nature, the thing-in-itself, is triumphant. Mary’s imagination can mold shapeless darkness into a hideous monster. Similar to Victor, Mary has become an unwilling “author of unalterable evils” (211).

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

The Warrior

"Make me a Warrior."

" We always have to be in the middle of the action 'cause we're The Warriors. 

And without some challenge, without some damn war to fight then The Warriors might as well be dead, Stallion. 

Now I'm asking you - as a friend - stand by my side this one last time. "

" Our Great War is a Spiritual War. 

 Our Great Depression is Our Lives. "

"It involves the mortification of the soul..."

How does boxing show virtue? When you get hit in a boxing match you cannot lose control. You must keep focused on the strategy to win. You must control your passions.

Remember to say 3 Hail Marys for the priest

Monday, 13 March 2017

Upon This Rock : King Johnson

Joey Zasa: 
Don Corleone, all bastards are liars. 
Shakespeare wrote poems about them. 

False Creed?

Joey Zasa: 
I have a stone in my shoe, Mr. Corleone. 
A two-bit punk who works for me. 
Who thinks he's related to you. 

A bastard. 

" Parliament had declared that Elizabeth was “lawfully descended and come of the Blood royalwithout ever explaining how that could be when her mother’s marriage to the King was invalid

Indeed, Elizabeth’s grandfather, Henry VII, the first Tudor king, would have had no plausible claim to royal blood had it not been for Parliamentary declarations of legitimacy on both sides of his family tree."

Behold, a Pale Horse
Magna Carta - Choke on it.

"But I hope Truth is subject to no prescription, for Truth is Truth though never so old, and time cannot make that false which was once True." 

Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford
Private Letter to Lord Salisbury, Sir Robert Cecil
May 7, 1603

Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield.

The love I dedicate to your lordship is without end; whereof this pamphlet, without beginning, is but a superfluous moiety. The warrant I have of your honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored lines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours. Were my worth greater, my duty would show greater; meantime, as it is, it is bound to your lordship, to whom I wish long life, still lengthened with all happiness.

Your lordship's in all duty,




Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us?

Thus, after greeting, speaks the King of France
In my behavior to the majesty,
The borrow'd majesty, of England here.

A strange beginning: 'borrow'd majesty!'

Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.

Philip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim
To this fair island and the territories,
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine,
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword
Which sways usurpingly these several titles,
And put these same into young Arthur's hand,
Thy nephew and right royal sovereign.

What follows if we disallow of this?

The proud control of fierce and bloody war,
To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.

Here have we war for war and blood for blood,
Controlment for controlment: so answer France.

Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,
The farthest limit of my embassy.

Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace:
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
For ere thou canst report I will be there,
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard:
So hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath
And sullen presage of your own decay.
An honourable conduct let him have:
Pembroke, look to 't. Farewell, Chatillon.


What now, my son! have I not ever said
How that ambitious Constance would not cease
Till she had kindled France and all the world,
Upon the right and party of her son?
This might have been prevented and made whole
With very easy arguments of love,
Which now the manage of two kingdoms must
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

Our strong possession and our right for us.

Your strong possession much more than your right,
Or else it must go wrong with you and me:
So much my conscience whispers in your ear,
Which none but heaven and you and I shall hear.
Enter a Sheriff

My liege, here is the strangest controversy
Come from country to be judged by you,
That e'er I heard: shall I produce the men?

Let them approach.
Our abbeys and our priories shall pay
This expedition's charge.

Enter ROBERT and the BASTARD

What men are you?

Your faithful subject I, a gentleman
Born in Northamptonshire and eldest son,
As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge,
A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.

What art thou?

The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.

Is that the elder, and art thou the heir?
You came not of one mother then, it seems.

Most certain of one mother, mighty king;
That is well known; and, as I think, one father:
But for the certain knowledge of that truth
I put you o'er to heaven and to my mother:
Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.

Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy mother
And wound her honour with this diffidence.

I, madam? no, I have no reason for it;
That is my brother's plea and none of mine;
The which if he can prove, a' pops me out
At least from fair five hundred pound a year:
Heaven guard my mother's honour and my land!

A good blunt fellow. Why, being younger born,
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?

I know not why, except to get the land.
But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
But whether I be as true begot or no,
That still I lay upon my mother's head,
But that I am as well begot, my liege,--
Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!--
Compare our faces and be judge yourself.
If old sir Robert did beget us both
And were our father and this son like him,
O old sir Robert, father, on my knee
I give heaven thanks I was not like to thee!

Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here!

He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face;
The accent of his tongue affecteth him.
Do you not read some tokens of my son
In the large composition of this man?

Mine eye hath well examined his parts
And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, speak,
What doth move you to claim your brother's land?

Because he hath a half-face, like my father.
With half that face would he have all my land:
A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year!

My gracious liege, when that my father lived,
Your brother did employ my father much,--

Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land:
Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother.

And once dispatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany, there with the emperor
To treat of high affairs touching that time.
The advantage of his absence took the king
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;
Where how he did prevail I shame to speak,
But Truth is Truth: large lengths of seas and shores
Between my father and my mother lay,
As I have heard my father speak himself,
When this same lusty gentleman was got.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
His lands to me, and took it on his death
That this my mother's son was none of his;
And if he were, he came into the world
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
My father's land, as was my father's will.

Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him,
And if she did play false, the fault was hers;
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept
This calf bred from his cow from all the world;
In sooth he might; then, if he were my brother's,
My brother might not claim him; nor your father,
Being none of his, refuse him: this concludes;
My mother's son did get your father's heir;
Your father's heir must have your father's land.

Shall then my father's will be of no force
To dispossess that child which is not his?

Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
Than was his will to get me, as I think.

Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge
And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land,
Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion,
Lord of thy presence and no land beside?

Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
And I had his, sir Robert's his, like him;
And if my legs were two such riding-rods,
My arms such eel-skins stuff'd, my face so thin
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose
Lest men should say 'Look, where three-farthings goes!'
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
Would I might never stir from off this place,
I would give it every foot to have this face;
I would not be sir Nob in any case.

I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
Bequeath thy land to him and follow me?
I am a soldier and now bound to France.

Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance.
Your face hath got five hundred pound a year,
Yet sell your face for five pence and 'tis dear.
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.

Nay, I would have you go before me thither.

Our country manners give our betters way.

What is thy name?

Philip, my liege, so is my name begun,
Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son.

From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st:
Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great,
Arise sir Richard and Plantagenet.

Brother by the mother's side, give me your hand:
My father gave me honour, yours gave land.
Now blessed by the hour, by night or day,
When I was got, sir Robert was away!

The very spirit of Plantagenet!
I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so.

Madam, by chance but not by truth; what though?
Something about, a little from the right,
In at the window, or else o'er the hatch:
Who dares not stir by day must walk by night,
And have is have, however men do catch:
Near or far off, well won is still well shot,
And I am I, howe'er I was begot.

Go, Faulconbridge: now hast thou thy desire;
A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.
Come, madam, and come, Richard, we must speed
For France, for France, for it is more than need.

Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee!
For thou wast got i' the way of honesty.

Exeunt all but BASTARD

A foot of honour better than I was;
But many a many foot of land the worse.
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady.
'Good den, sir Richard!'--'God-a-mercy, fellow!'--
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter;
For new-made honour doth forget men's names;
'Tis too respective and too sociable
For your conversion. Now your traveller,
He and his toothpick at my worship's mess,
And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,
Why then I suck my teeth and catechise
My picked man of countries: 'My dear sir,'
Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,
'I shall beseech you'--that is question now;
And then comes answer like an Absey book:
'O sir,' says answer, 'at your best command;
At your employment; at your service, sir;'
'No, sir,' says question, 'I, sweet sir, at yours:'
And so, ere answer knows what question would,
Saving in dialogue of compliment,
And talking of the Alps and Apennines,
The Pyrenean and the river Po,
It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
But this is worshipful society
And fits the mounting spirit like myself,
For he is but a bastard to the time
That doth not smack of observation;
And so am I, whether I smack or no;
And not alone in habit and device,
Exterior form, outward accoutrement,
But from the inward motion to deliver
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:
Which, though I will not practise to deceive,
Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.
But who comes in such haste in riding-robes?
What woman-post is this? hath she no husband
That will take pains to blow a horn before her?


O me! it is my mother. How now, good lady!
What brings you here to court so hastily?

Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he,
That holds in chase mine honour up and down?

My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
Is it sir Robert's son that you seek so?

Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy,
Sir Robert's son: why scorn'st thou at sir Robert?
He is sir Robert's son, and so art thou.

James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile?

Good leave, good Philip.

Philip! sparrow: James,
There's toys abroad: anon I'll tell thee more.


Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son:
Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
Upon Good-Friday and ne'er broke his fast:
Sir Robert could do well: marry, to confess,
Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it:
We know his handiwork: therefore, good mother,
To whom am I beholding for these limbs?
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.

Hast thou conspired with thy brother too,
That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour?
What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?

Knight, knight, good mother, Basilisco-like.
What! I am dubb'd! I have it on my shoulder.
But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son;
I have disclaim'd sir Robert and my land;
Legitimation, name and all is gone:
Then, good my mother, let me know my father;
Some proper man, I hope: who was it, mother?

Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge?

As faithfully as I deny the devil.

King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father:
By long and vehement suit I was seduced
To make room for him in my husband's bed:
Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!
Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urged past my defence.

Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not wish a better father.
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,
And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly:
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,
Subjected tribute to commanding love,
Against whose fury and unmatched force
The aweless lion could not wage the fight,
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.
He that perforce robs lions of their hearts
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,
With all my heart I thank thee for my father!
Who lives and dares but say thou didst not well
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin:
Who says it was, he lies; I say 'twas not.


Friday, 10 March 2017


There are three orders against whom no weapon can be bared—

  • the herald, 
  • the bard, 
  • the head of a clan.

There are three sons of captives who free themselves,—

  • a bard, 
  • a scholar, 
  • a mechanic.

There are three orders who are exempt from bearing arms,—
  • the bard
  • the judge,
  • the graduate in law or religion.

“Now, as I understand it, the bards were feared. They were respected, but more than that they were feared. If you were just some magician, if you'd pissed off some witch, then what's she gonna do, she's gonna put a curse on you, and what's gonna happen? Your hens are gonna lay funny, your milk's gonna go sour, maybe one of your kids is gonna get a hare-lip or something like that — no big deal. 

You piss off a bard, and forget about putting a curse on you, he might put a satire on you. And if he was a skilful bard, he puts a satire on you, it destroys you in the eyes of your community, it shows you up as ridiculous, lame, pathetic, worthless, in the eyes of your community, in the eyes of your family, in the eyes of your children, in the eyes of yourself, and if it's a particularly good bard, and he's written a particularly good satire, then three hundred years after you're dead, people are still gonna be laughing, at what a twat you were.”

― Alan Moore

The sex tape everyone is talking about! 
In this gorgeous VR scene we see Putin giving it to Melania while Trump is cuckold in the corner watching. 

Your Putin in this scene so you get the perspective of the mighty dictator giving it to his best buddies wife. 

No other VR site lets you choose your own adventure the way these scenes do! 

Angel Wicky plays Melania and she gets down and dirty in this VR3000 excluisve

Tuesday, 7 March 2017

Molmutine Law

Neglected British History By Flinders Petrie

“The condition of pagan Britain is remarkably preserved in the laws of Dyvnwal Moelmud. That these laws are certainly long before the tenth century is proved by the gulf that exists between the state of society shown by them and that of the laws of Howel fixed to A.D. 914…. the laws of Howel refer back to Moelmud. What takes the laws of Moelmud at least to Roman times is that they are purely Pagan…How much farther back these laws may date, towards the traditional time of Moelmud, the fourth or seventh century BC we cannot now inquire.

The whole air is that of simple conditions and a free life, with much personal cultivation and sympathy in general Conduct. It would be impossible to produce such a code from a savage or violent people, and this intimate view of their life is the best ground for judging of their qualities.”


The Stuart’s historian, Percy Enderbie, says in his history published in 1661 that Molmutius “took upon himself the Government of Britanny [i.e. Britain] in the year of the worlds creation 4748”. 

Meanwhile the Tudor historian Holinshed reported in the 1587 edition of his Chronicles that Molmutius “began his reigne over the whole monarchie of Britaine, in the yéere of the world 3529 [439 BC]”.

Both authors agree with Tysilio on the reign’s duration, of 40 years. Given that the foundation of Rome was in 753 BC, Molumutius’s reign was 439-399 BC. This is right for Molmutius’s son Brennus to be the enemy commander at the Sack of Rome in 390 BC and to be named as such by the Roman historian Livy.

Source: The National CV

The Ancient Laws of Cambria – William Probart c.1823

“These triads are remarkably curious and interesting. They throw great light upon the manners and customs of the old Britons, and, in many cases, breathe a spirit of freedom that would not disgrace the polish of the nineteenth century…These triads also merit attention on account of their antiquity. They were framed by Dyvnwal Moelmud, who flourished about 400 years before the Christian æra, and consequently are upwards of two thousand years old.”

The Molmutine Laws

There are three tests of Civil Liberty,—

  • equality of rights
  • equality of taxation
  • freedom to come and go.

There are three causes which ruin a State,—

  • inordinate privileges
  • corruption of justice
  • national apathy.

There are three things which cannot be considered solid longer than their foundations are solid,—

  • peace, 
  • property, and 
  • law.

Three things are indispensable to a true union of Nations, —

  • sameness of laws, 
  • rights, 
  • and language.

There are three things free to all Britons,—

  • the forest, 
  • the unworked mine, 
  • the right of hunting wild creatures.

There are three things which are private and sacred property in every man, Briton or foreigner,—

  • his wife, 
  • his children, 
  • his domestic chattels.

There are three things belonging to a man which no law of men can touch, fine, or transfer,—

  • his wife, 
  • his children, 
  • and the instruments of his calling; for no law can unman a man, or uncall a calling.

There are three persons in a family exempted from all manual or menial work—

  • the little child, 
  • the old man or woman, 
  • and the family instructor.

There are three orders against whom no weapon can be bared—

  • the herald, 
  • the bard, 
  • the head of a clan.

There are three of private rank, against whom no weapon can be bared,—

  • a woman, 
  • a child under fifteen, 
  • and an unarmed man.

There are three things that require the unanimous vote of the nation to effect,—

  • deposition of the sovereign—
  • introduction of novelties in religion—
  • suspension of law.

There are three civil birthrights of every Briton,—the right to go wherever he pleases—

  • the right, wherever he is, to protection from his land and sovereign—
  • the right of equal privileges 
  • and equal restrictions.

There are three property birthrights of every Briton,—

  • five (British) acres of land for a home— 
  • the right of armorial bearings–
  • the right of suffrage in the enacting of the laws, the male at twenty-one, the female on her marriage.

There are three guarantees of society,—

  • security for life and limb—
  • security for property— 
  • security of the rights of nature.

There are three sons of captives who free themselves,—

  • a bard, 
  • a scholar, 
  • a mechanic.

There are three things the safety of which depends on that of the others,—

  • the sovereignty— 
  • national courage—
  • just administration of the laws.

There are three things which every Briton may legally be compelled to attend,—

  • the worship of God
  • military service
  • and the courts of law.

For three things a Briton is pronounced a traitor, and forfeits his rights, 

  • emigration
  • collusion with an enemy 
  • surrendering himself, and living under an enemy.

There are three things free to every man, Britain or foreigner, the refusal of which no law will justify,—

  • water from spring, river, or well
  • firing from a decayed tree
  • a block of stone not in use.

There are three orders who are exempt from bearing arms,—

  • the bard
  • the judge,
  • the graduate in law or religion. 

These represent God and his peace, and no weapon must ever be found in their hand. 

There are three kinds of sonship,—

  • a son by marriage with a native Briton
  • an illegitimate son acknowledged on oath by his father
  • a son adopted out of the clan.

There are three whose power is kingly in law,—

  • the sovereign paramount of Britain over all Britain and its isles, 
  • the princes palatine in their princedoms, 
  • the heads of the clans in their clans.

There are three thieves who shall not suffer punishment, —

  • a woman compelled by her husband, 
  • a child, 
  • a necessitous person who has gone through three towns and to nine houses in each town without being able to obtain charity though he asked for it.

There are three ends of law,—

  • prevention of wrong, 
  • punishment for wrong inflicted
  • insurance of just retribution.

There are three lawful castigations,—

  • of a son by a father 
  • of a kinsman by the head of a clan
  • of a soldier by his officer. 

The chief of a clan when marshalling his men may strike his man three ways—

  • with his baton
  • with the flat of his sword
  • with his open hand. 

Each of these is a correction, not an insult.

There are three sacred things by which the conscience binds itself to truth,—

  • the name of God
  • the rod of him who offers up prayers to God
  • the joined right hand.

There are three persons who have a right to public maintenance—

  • the old
  • the babe
  • the foreigner who cannot speak the British tongue.

Source: Ancient Laws of Cambria

Tuesday, 28 February 2017

A Hidden Figure : Vladimir Ilyushin, First Man in Space

In 1961, the Soviet media reported that Yuri Gagarin had become the first man in space. However, with the breakup of the Soviet Union and the release of previously classified documents, an astonishing truth has been unearthed. The first man in space was not Gagarin, but Vladimir Ilyushin, one of Russia's most celebrated test pilots. This breakthrough documentary reveals for the first time ever how Ilyushin's mission ended in severe injury and how Soviet authorities, robbed of the image of a conquering hero, decided to conceal the facts from the world. 

Explore the hidden history of space exploration. Discover how some of the most dangerous events were concealed from the public and how several of the greatest heroes of early space exploration went totally unrecognized. 

Learn that the real first man in space was not Yuri Gagarin. This distinction belongs to Vladimir Ilyushin, one of Russia's most celebrated test pilots. 

"On April 12, 1961 the Soviet Union's Yury Gagarin became the first man in space, in a successful flight that lasted 108 minutes

Gagarin and his famous charming smile became the symbol of the Soviet Union. 

But on March 27, 1968 the star of Gagarin was gone. "

Soyuz nerushimy respublik svobodnykh

Unbreakable Union of freeborn Republics,

Splotila naveki velikaya Rus’!

Great Russia has welded forever to stand.

Da zdravstvuyet sozdanny voley narodov

Created in struggle by will of the people,

Yediny, moguchy Sovetsky Soyuz!

United and mighty, our Soviet land!


Slav'sya, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoye,

Sing to the Motherland, home of the free,

Druzhby narodov nadyozhny oplot!

Bulwark of peoples in brotherhood strong.

Partiya Lenina - sila narodnaya

O Party of Lenin, the strength of the people,

Nas k torzhestvu Kommunizma vedyot!

To Communism's triumph lead us on!

Skvoz’ grozy siyalo nam solntse svobody,

Through tempests the sunrays of freedom have cheered us,

I Lenin veliky nam put’ ozaril,

Along the new path where great Lenin did lead.

Na pravoye delo on podnyal narody,

To a righteous cause he raised up the peoples,

Na trud i na podvigi nas vdohnovil!

Inspired them to labour and valourous deed.


V pobede bessmertnyh idey Kommunizma

In the victory of Communism's deathless ideal,

My vidim gryadushcheye nashey strany,

We see the future of our dear land.

I Krasnomu znameni slavnoy Otchizny

And to her fluttering scarlet banner,

My budem vsegda bezzavetno verny!

Selflessly true we always shall stand!


Daily Worker 13 April 1961: 

‘A communist in space’

From Dennis Ogden, Moscow

There’s a hero’s welcome to end all hero’s welcomes waiting for 27-year-old pilot-astronaut Major Yuri Gagarin when he gets to Moscow on Friday morning.

News of the “Chelovek v kosmos” – “The man in space” – flashed around the city at cosmic speed this morning. Crowds gathered at loudspeakers in squares and streets to hear the reports on his 108-minute flight in the 4.5-ton space ship called “Vostok”(“East”).

Motorists in Gorky Street pulled in to the pavement and turned on their radios to let the people hear the latest news.

A buzz of excitement and murmurs of “molodets” – “good fellow” – greeted the words that the flight was proceeding normally and that Major Gagarin felt fine.

“Good luck to you and may you come back safely,” murmured a silver-haired old lady standing by my shoulder.

Students of Moscow University interrupted their lectures and headed to Red Square, already thronged with people. They carried hurriedly written posters saying: “Glory to the Soviet spaceman.”

When news winged through the city that the portrait of the first spaceman would be shown on television, people in the street knocked at the homes of strangers, eager to see the face of the hero.

Then as the final triumphant news of Yuri Gagarin’s safe landing without even a bruise came through, the crowds gathered in Mayakovsky Square, broke into cheers and applause, the almost unbearable tension broken at last.

As the whole Soviet Union went wild with joy, Moscow Radio dubbed Major Gagarin“the Columbus of inter-planetary space.”

One woman said over and over again: “I am so glad.”

The official Tass announcement ended a period of uncertainty arising from the clear indications that such a major space flight was imminent.

“The landing went off normally; I feel fine and have no injuries or bruises,” was the message Major Gagarin, on his return from space, asked should be sent to Mr Kruschov.

“Your flight turns a new page in the history of mankind’s conquest of space and fills the hearts of Soviet people with great joy and pride for their Socialist homeland,” the Soviet Prime Minister replied by telegram.

“With all my heart I congratulate you on your happy return to earth after your journey in space. I embrace you. Till we meet soon in Moscow-N Kruschov,” the message ends.

Soviet Air Force colleagues are hoping to provide a fighter escort for Major Gagarinwhen he arrives in Vnukovo airport. There are proposals for a giant celebration in Red Square later on Friday.

A special edition of Pravda, normally a morning paper, was on the street today.

News of today’s triumph over the forces of nature came in a series of Tass statements, the first broadcast at 10.20 a.m., Moscow time.

“On April 12, 1961, the world’s first sputnik spaceship the Vostok, with a man on board, was placed in orbit in the Soviet Union,” proclaimed the ringing tones of Moscow radio’s chief announcer Yuri Levitan.

“The pilot of the sputnik spaceship Vostok is a citizen of the Soviet Union, Air Force Major Yuri Alexeyevich Gagarin.”