William Joyce
William Joyce
William Brooke Joyce, nicknamed Lord Haw-Haw, was an American-born Irish-British Fascist politician and Nazi propaganda broadcaster to the United Kingdom during World War II. He was convicted of one count of high treason in 1945, and was sentenced to death. The Court of Appeal and the House of Lords upheld his conviction. He was hanged at Wandsworth Prison by Albert Pierrepoint on 3 January 1946, making him the last person to be executed for treason in the United Kingdom. The...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionCriminal
Date of Birth24 April 1906
CountryUnited States of America
The possibilities were endless. Battles would be fought. Wonders revealed. Many journeys. Many lands. Many joys. Many sorrows. But stories all...
Their toys are alive and can sometimes come to their aid, or get lost and Olie has to find them. They go to other planets. They go to the ice cream planet.
The first book I ever wrote was in fourth grade and it was called 'Billy's Booger.' It was an autobiographical piece about a kid who was really bad at math.
And they're also very good at math, these super boogers, and so they teach Billy the ways of mathematics.
And I was lucky enough to have teachers that really, really looked out for me and really encouraged all that. And in rural Louisiana, that was a rare thing back then.
I like stirring things up. Im on the side of the kids more than I am on the adults. And occasionally I find some adults that have that same mischievous streak, so I dont get in too much trouble.
I've always liked getting away with just a little bit of what you're not supposed to. Like my first book, Billy's Booger, got me in trouble with the principal's office.
His life was a book of his own writing, one orderly page after another.
You know, I hate to give advice because my life has been so odd that almost nothing that's happened to me can apply.
So if you're a robot and you're living on this planet, you can do things that you can't do in real life - things that you wished you could do: like fly; like have a car that flies; like have furniture that is alive.
I say, Ich liebe Deutschland! Heil Hitler! and farewell.
Chuchill has renounced all British interests in Europe and those of his people who are not blind now realise that the pretext for this war was far removed from the cause of it, namely, the subservience of the so-called democratic politicians to their Jewish masters.
Apart from my absolute belief in National Socialism and my conviction of Hitler's superhuman heroism, I had always been attracted to Germany.
Germany calling! Germany Calling!