After World War II, Ioseb was often seen in footage
where he appeared to be sitting up in a chair
at official meetings, including in front of the
media. He was unable to move from the neck down
if you look very closely at the films. He could
turn his head if set down very carefully, but
not much else. Ioseb formed a friendly relationship
with another bisexual male who had admired him
for some time before he was disabled. Ioseb,
Stalin, did get to travel to Australia to see
Gippsland in the end, with that man's help. There
were a large number of photographs taken of him
whilst he was in Australia. In 1953, after a
disastrous four years where he tried to help
restore order in what had become East Germany,
after being asked to help specifically so they
could secretly stalk him for Einstein, an attempt
was made to replace him with an imposter. They
attacked him and tried to kill him. It severely
disfigured his face on one side, and he lost
one eye. He was very temporarily replaced with
a vague lookalike who may have had some rudimentary
cosmetic surgery. The imposter ended up in one
of Ioseb's offices, laughing like a drunk on
drugs, whilst trying to rifle through his personal
papers and offer storage in some insane celebration
mode. Even though Ioseb had been a quadriplegic
since 1939, the imposter was walking around,
giggling all the while like a celebrating lunatic.
The imposter then decided it was thirsty and
hungry, and ate or drank something poisoned that
was in Ioseb's office in a giggling rush. Then
literally dropped dead on the floor, from a standing
position, with a thud that could be heard by
staff waiting outside listening to the inane
giggling. They put the imposter, deceased failed
identity thief, made over, dead body on display
lying in state, and people started pretending
the real Ioseb, Stalin, was dead, where applicable.
Some photographs of it look remarkably like the
Joker out of Batman material. The real Iosep
had experimental surgery to try to regain use
of some of his body below the neck and regained
good use of one arm and some movement elsewhere.
He wore an eye patch for the rest of his life
to cover the loss of one eye. Below is my quadriplegic
grandfather Iosep Stalin after lunatics pretended
he was dead 1953 compared to a selfie of myself
Unsurprisingly enough Iosep had my mother his
daughter Judith placed under surveillance when
she emigrated to Australia as a child. When she
married my father Kevin on the 3rd of May, 1958
in Moe, Gippsland, Australia, Iosep received
intelligence confirmation and the usual copies
of documents. My great -grandfather Kaiser Adolf
Hitler the Hohenzollern, her biological grandfather,
was still in a Yugoslavian prisoner -of -war
jail when my parents married in 1958. When children
were illegally registered to my father Kevin
at birth as if he's in 1959, 1961, 1963 and 1967,
all female, Iosep received a copy of their birth
certificates sent by surveillance by mail. He
came to the correct conclusion they were not
my mother or father's daughters. I was born on
the 18th of January, 1972 before sunrise, drowned
after lunch, by someone likely bred with Einstein's
sperm, Slobodan Praljak, and then revived using
CPR by my great -grandfather Kaiser Adolf Hitler
the Hohenzollern in the Warrigal Hospital when
he was aged 82. Kaiser Adolf was on holiday in
Gippsland with information about my parents'
address to very casually check out, and ended
up at the hospital I was born in the day I was
born. None of the illegally registered females
who grew up pretending to be my older sisters
when I was born had Ioseb Jugashvili as a grandfather,
only me. When I was born in 1972, Ioseb, Stalin,
was sent a copy of my birth certificate by surveillance
in a mail. He already knew the four older females
in my household pretending to be my father Kevin's
daughters when not my parents' children, via
intelligence agents keeping my mother under surveillance.
Russian intelligence agents still stay in Australia
on rotation. When I was three, Ioseb warned me
he had asked one of them to take a hair sample.
That if someone walked over to me or tried to
snip off some hair, I shouldn't panic. An intelligence
agent casually keeping my mother under surveillance
decided to collect the sample for Ioseb and send
it to him in a mail to Kazakhstan. However, it
was waited until I had been attacked when my
father wasn't home, was seriously ill in hospital,
with concerns I may die at the time. I was immobile
from the effects, unable to sew much as rollover
in a hospital bed. He walked into the hospital
ward, wandered over to my bed, grabbed a huge
chunk of my hair roughly that lifted my head
off the pillow, snipped it off with a huge pair
of shears, then walked out slowly again. He sent
it to my grandfather Iosep Jugashvili in the
mail which came with someone else's intelligence
report attached. My grandfather Iosep sat with
my red hair in his hand between his fingers in
tears with an intelligence report saying I was
in hospital with the hospital staff unsure if
I would recover at all. He was distraught and
immediately started wondering if I had been hospitalized
just to get the sample and try to blame him.
Or to send the sample to him as a tease and then
have me die after he received it. He sent my
hair, his own, and some of his mother Tsarina
Alexandra Fyodorova the Romanos hair off to be
DNA tested. It was to thoroughly check if I was
really his grandson and therefore only legitimate
grandchild. The results took weeks back then.
Weeks during which I was in hospital the whole
time, trying to recover so I could go home with
my father Kevin. When DNA testing proved I am
his only legitimate grandchild, he added me to
his estate document in 1975, when I was three.
I was third descendant beneficiary behind Auntie
Svetlana Jugashvili, my mother Judith Webb, then
me Brian James Webb. He came to the correct conclusion,
I was my married parents' only child in the household.
which caused a fresh questioning of who the parents
of the four older females were. Ioseb had my
birth certificate verified by intelligence contacts
several times, including when I was enrolled
in school and medical records, apparently. I
have been regularly DNA sampled in the same way
by morons regularly so they can see if I am still
me, Ioseb's only legitimate grandchild. My grandfather
Ioseb Djugashvili, Joseph Stalin, died in 1979,
aged 98, when I was 7. It left a massive intellectual
hole in the planet behind. When he was confirmed
as dead, his male children, my uncles, Vasily,
Yakov, and Artyom were already long deceased
and all childless. His oldest daughter Svetlana
was the first person approached about his estate.
She declined anything he left her in his private
estate, apart from cash. She took the hard currency
he left her and officially declined to accept
the rest. She died shortly afterwards, within
a year of her father. She had no eligible descendants
and was seriously ill at the time her father
died, which explained her decision to decline
everything except cash. Svetlana was very fond
of her father, contrary to media dribble. It
was very upsetting. My mother Judith had already
been divorced by my father Kevin, where she lost
access to his property and private assets after
losing the divorce hearing. She got cash only,
child support payments, and dad was instructed
to leave her 10k cash in his estate and nothing
more. He had to prove it to the courts before
they would give him his divorce certificate.
It was a more important ruling than anybody really
knew about. My father was an eligible Duke of
Austria and Lord of Hungary as great -grandson
of Emperor Franz Joseph I. When Judith lost the
divorce hearing, she lost potential access to
my father's Austrian and Hungarian Habsburg royal
family inheritance of property and artifacts
in both countries. My dad never received his
Habsburg inheritance during his lifetime, due
to it being illegally withheld from distribution
in 1960 when his grandfather Prince Sebastian
died, the last Habsburg Prince. All of Franz
Joseph I's grandchildren emigrated to Australia
prior to 1912 and became Australian citizens.
My great -grandfather Prince Sebastian Habsburg
was Emperor Franz Joseph I's only eligible and
legitimate child. The Hapsburg estate has been
illegally withheld from my eligible Webb family
since 1960. The Australian flag does not mean
deprive any citizen of Australia that is officially
in a royal family access to inheritance from
that royal family until death. See the chapter,
the mean nasty Australia policy. Australia is
not a secret deal to attempt to steal royal family
inheritances and illegally distribute them to
ineligible recipients, either. Even if people
pretend it is loyalty to Australia's ceremonial
constitutional monarchy. My father's brother
Ian Webb, the Hapsburg, who was eligible to become
a Duke of Austria and Lord of Hungary when his
father died, had already been murdered in Queensland
shortly after I met him when I was a child. A
bunch of crazy Hungarians with relatives in New
Zealand were involved, then French Guianan, or
French Lunatics, and it had anti -albino themes,
via another two AFL clubs. My uncle Ian Webb,
the Hapsburg's body was then molested after his
death, with the excuse being he was a descendant
of the old French royal family murdered in the
1790s. It was a very distressing few years. My
uncle Ian was murdered, my grandfather Iosif
Dugashvili the Romanov died in 1979, my auntie
Svetlana Dugashvili died 1980. My great -grandfather
and predecessor Kaiser Adolf Hitler the Hohenzollern
died in his house in Yeregon, around 7 to 10
km from my family home, in 1982. Then my grandfather
Duke and Lord James Webber Hatchburg died in
Queensland shortly afterwards, which made my
father Kevin a Duke and Lord. As a side note,
my father, new Duke and Lord Kevin Webber Hatchburg,
attended his father Duke and Lord James Henry
Webber Hatchburg's funeral in Queensland, Australia.
He left me behind in Yeregon for it. It was a
long trip, emotionally stressful, with distressing
behaviour from the people facilitating the funeral
and their employment duties. There was little
to no polite professional behaviour the whole
time. My father was detained by Queensland police
after the funeral, whilst quietly sitting having
an alcoholic drink. He spent 48 hours in a lock
-up detained without an official arrest or reason.
During his detention, he was loudly chatted about
by the police lock -up staff, so he could clearly
hear them. All topics were covered, including
racism, anti -royal themes, anti -Gippsland themes,
anti -Indigenous, etc. including possibilities
discussed about possible ways to end his life,
seemingly at random. After the prolonged stay
in the lock -up, there was an incident involving
police just before he was released. He never
told me the details. It became clear to me, very
suddenly, that he was also being stalked by lunatics
for being a left -handed royal afterwards. He
was very quiet when he got home. He had a quiet
chat with me and told me that Queensland was
a place he wouldn't visit again. When he tried
to go into detail he hesitated and said, it's
your life, you can go wherever you want. But,
I prefer you never go there, to Queensland. They
already know who you are.