The carriers are NATO platforms so expect it to be no problemo.
As I was saying yesterday at the stoker all current discussions are massively out of synch with the kreepzoids in charge. This is the thing that gets me about the analysts in every field. The over arching plan is event proof.
In the UK what we have here is a UKabo neutering plan coming to fruition. Hatched somewhere in the mid 19th century it essentially means that as far as the guys in charge are concerned the UK base has got it's mission accomplished certification of hazard removal. No Teuton threat, no Slav threat. All doors open to the drug running dregs and war criminals to walk safely in the streets without anyone paying attention.
London has divorced the UKabos and they can struggle in the wastelands forever now.
Expect London sovereign passports, pass laws and travel permits to be required soon USSR stylee.
Cameron is a top ChiComm rehabilitation facilitator ever since he worked out in Hong Kong, he's just made his bones for the higher cause.
I don't know about you but these soulless mind masturbing places most likely got signed off with an incantation by the usual Hyramuppets like the Tavistokreeps did in the bowels of the LA sound labs to the Sabbath tracks. Looks like a shooter/gasser paradise when Gladio comes acalling with full media suppressing fire Beslanstylee.
"The first Theodorakis concert after the dictatorship in October 1974 was
also filmed by West German television.
The song To Yelasto Pedi (The Jovial Boy) from the cycle The Hostage
(Brendan Behan) sung by Maria Farantouri. Also known as the theme of the film Z
about the murder of Lambrakis
THE LAUGHING BOY
It was on an August morning, all in the moring hours,
I went to take the warming air all in the month of flowers,
And there I saw a maiden and heard her mournful cry,
Oh, what will mend my broken heart, I've lost my Laughing Boy.
So strong, so wide, so brave he was, I'll mourn his loss too sore
When thinking that we'll hear the laugh or springing step no more.
Ah, curse the time, and sad the loss my heart to crucify,
Than an Irish son, with a rebel gun, shot down my Laughing Boy.
Oh, had he died by Pearse's side, or in the G.P.O.,
Killed by an English bullet from the rifle of the foe,
Or forcibly fed while Ashe lay dead in the dungeons of Mountjoy,
I'd have cried with pride at the way he died, my own dear Laughing Boy.
My princely love, can ageless love do more than tell to you
Go raibh mile maith Agath, for all you tried to do,
For all you did and would have done, my enemies to destroy,
I'll prize your name and guard your fame, my own dear Laughing Boy.
T'was on an August morning, all in the dawning hours,
I went to take the warming air, all in the Mouth of Flowers,
And there I saw a maiden, and mournful was her cry,
'Ah what will mend my broken heart, I've lost my Laughing Boy.
So strong, so wild and brave he was, I'll mourn his loss too sore,
When thinking that I'll hear the laugh or spinging step no more.
Ah, cure the times and sad the loss my heart to crucify,
That an irish son with a rebel gun shot down my Laughing Boy.
Oh had he died by Pearse's side or in the GPO,
Killed by an English bullet from the rifle of the foe,
Or forcibly fed with Ashe lay dead in the dungeons of Mountjoy,
I'd have cried with pride for the way he died, my own dear Laughing Boy.
My princely love, can ageless love do more than tell to you,
Go raibh maith agat for all you tried to do,
For all you did, and would have done, my enemies to destroy,
I'll mourn your name and praise your fame, forever, my Laughing Boy.
Mouth of Flowers is a translation of the townland Beal na Blath, where Michael
Collins was ambushed and shot.
Padraig Pearse was one of the leader's of the 1916 Rising.
GPO was one of the buildings the Volunteers occupied in 1916.
Ashe was a Sinn Fein member who died on hunger strike.
Go raibh maith agat is Irish for 'Thank You'."
Today sicko BBC toadies get us to wonder about Corexit, the toxic choices, either
way we get screwed by BBC perverted lies and shafted by EU RICO mobs. Having
complied in the destroyed nation by perpropagandising fluid funded 5th columnists, redbox
chancellors, quantitative thieving and right wing communists we are supposed to
play ball and consider the BBC's corruption unbiased. GGTF!
100 years ago the highest proportionate casualties were sustained by two
nations on the first day’s assault. No man who fought on that day at the Somme, from any of our nations, would countenance leaving
behind widows and orphans for the benefit of a soft traitor dictator front man
in No 10.
Here are their two flags.
Yet that is all we have gotten, union flag draped, counterfeit money’d
internationalists, rubbish bit part actors as loyal Britons. Front men and
women who are hive cultic in their outlook and anti UK in disposition. Perfumed Babylonian stinking larcenous beggars with all the attractions of plague carrying pubic parasites.
As I said here a while back, bring on the NWO NOW. Our NWO; not the
foreign bodies syphilitic mind bending imaginings from a bunch of murdering mongstinking academic politoctechnicians fronting for the RothRock.
I also want a united Europe,
again. But not the Apiru play pen STASI state that RCE/London City wants to steal by
all day every day. Certainly not an EU that goes out and bombs the fuck out of
innocents because they have a few pennies to be robbed of so that RCE/LC can
get some more red wine slaughtered.
STASIEU=Drole common purpose autoentitlement spyproles displaying the lazy murderous hate of
the individual. Soft traitors are here proffering no choice at all disguised as
preference to false flags.
The flag of freedom has no form, it is invisible, one does not fly it, one
wears it 24/7 unto death.
Well here we are on 22nd June 2016 and what did I
park out here exactly seven years ago? My third, and first serious, blurting;
though I had drop by scunnert’s shop before that and parked a couple of comments
at Les Visible’s shop as an omnibus in May 2009 as well.
The only nation batshit crazy enough to fly Iron Lotus?
In that 7 years I have shuvvelled out the byre onto the
street 979 here (incl. this one), 1179@dreadnought&tt and 226@thestoker
piles of steaming horsepukky. That is 2384 in total or an average of one dump a
day with the Sabbath off for fastpurging. Regular.
I honestly didn’t think I had that much crap to move!
And so it is fitting that we should come full movement cycle
and stare at ourselves.
Look at those murdererodedsmoothhand unhappy sterile fopmuppet eyes,
trapped long ago by their lazyredschmurphgrandfather’s inactions in the mountains above
the Tumen estuary.
I know I focus a great deal on this bit of sad land and the
reason is because of the ready use nature of the weapon. The poor people living
there are kept as pets in the ready use locker, like smoking semtex beagles, by
the likes of RothRockLi, it is not a country it is a round of ammunition. In no
other place can the RRL guarantee a pull the pin and kablang 100% when needed.
Everywhere else needs prep’d or the involvement of other local agents.
Don’t be thinking that there are actors with maneuver room
here. The stage is full of props, makeup and dollies. Scalability will ensure that all
become dwarves no matter their potential.
It is the place where all the generations of preparation and
grooming of their inbred ersatzgodmutantes can be kicked off instantly when the stars and only
the stars say so from the top of the ziggurat.
So there we are staring back at ourselves. We’ve been taken childsnatcherstylee
on a freepassto DisFollieTopiaHarlotSTDland
and we are miserable as sin! Stuckfukked in an amber secreted from our own
degeneracy. It has gone all chthonic and we want our money back, time reversed
and everything as advertised in the toothpaste HDTV outrages. Well I’m afraid
Judge Dredd says no, you are now a selpfmadeserphperp. Suck it up.
Trapped in a world where the average inhabitant of the west is the
most dangerous and deranged thing alive. Where else would the drowning of the helpless, put
there by our life style as vacuoustarts, be the suicide house in our night meres. Where else could
the rational choice masses be exactly as those despised in our wisdom? Where else is the crop
of killers being grown?
Only in the cannibal consumer society.
In answer to the question posed in the title above.
Yesteryesterday, Sunday, we stood under the sun and lo it
was good, so I piped up with a helpful suggestion after we got to discuss the
Russian milspec fusball hoogilans in Frogland for Eurobollox 16. It is asking
for it is it not having all these haters in proximal enmity? I mean no one
seemed to get the point that the Russians might just remember who killed the
Tsar and who tend to be the most violent casuals in English foolsball.
I wondered, out loud, why all the nationalist bollfutt
supporters didn’t get into a massive search and destroy mission and clear the
barrios of lower forms of life?
Now I won’t gore you with anything other than the
observation that your average white antagonist is simply too stupid to know
what nationalism is in the 21st century. They are like retards
headed for the gas chambers in a Reinhardt camp Rockefeller sponsored eugenics
programme being asked to play quadrics with Crowley. They have absolutely no idea.
A country that had all the resources of an “Empire” to hand
could not take out a starved, blockaded, embargoed and in the modern parlance
“no fly zone’d” tiny state after decades of deliberated war, still does not
realise that it is headed back to the Stone Age.
Yet thinks it great.
Hey ho sic transit &c.
Anyway there we were yakking, the Teague, an AI specialising
Baluchistani, the Canadians, and the British Nationalists amongst others in a
smorgasbord of peaceful malingering. Mind you the po-po ran past us to make
sure we knew they were there to protect us by imprisoning us 1939 stylee if we
got too uppity and started noticing stuff and promulgating anti money
publishing hate sprecchen.
I think it was when I mentioned that the London hive is picking
up signals that we’ve been watching too much of Daisy Duke’s ass and getting
ideas of where to shuvv our pointysticks in a local gang bang and that the cult
offed one of its members this week “pour encourage les autres” that I lost them
To really turn off the audience I went all Arthur Scargill’s
2iC on them. I pointed out that when reading all the stuff about Nazi ratlines,
ODESSA and Vatican smuggling routes that may or may not have helped Bormann, Mueller
and Chuckle Smurf escape the hangman’s noose for War Comic plot lines at Nuremberg,
that we must always remember that these are long established Zionist ratlines
rented from the Apiru who established them for white slaving purposes thousands
of years ago. Well that went down like a unleadened loaf. It would have been
easier to untangle women’s braziers from a cement mixer than to hold forth again.
Now don’t be getting all rolling eyes on this one. Having prototyped the
concept for Spain in 1935 all that you need now in 2020 are a load of John
Company fronting NGOs and Chariddees to collect the appropriate human hate
filled phukkmuppets and set them off to kill.
So off I went to discuss the coming race war with my
Baluchistani mate who got the whole idea of the 21st century equivalent
of the Lincoln Brigade that Blair encountered in Spain. London is fomenting the
final chapter in the destruction of Europe, just as it gets into the second act
of destroying SE Asia, by getting ready to send LGBT, Black, South American,
Papist, IslamomentalistISISCIA and assorted zoological creations, hybrids and
chimerical forms not yet considered human, liquorice allsorts Brigades to fight
on unto the Urals with exoskeletons and RPVs. All you got to do is follow the
unthinking hate and there thou will have the fields raise for reaping in the
He also found the idea of RCE/TA and Muscovy joining forces
to get USofA corp. out of Europe and back
where they ought to have stayed all those decades ago quite coherent with the
business strategy. Even parking a torah of the moon is strategically aligned enchanting
when you intend owning everything between the two rivers in the sky.
Anyway that was the endenwoch which was yesteryesterday.
Nationalists! Who’d have them?
What did I stumble over just after parking the above out here on the ausphart?
Well it looks like the petri dish cultures and the testtube mongs are ready to roll out the experimental mental plant factory doors and infect the world with the gift of death. Just like their retarded useless COMINTERN predecessors last century.
Add to the mix autonomous mind drones, Mancunian candidates, clean Gladio, self actuating limited resource units and assorted, phone call away, expendables and you have to be shitting me.
Just think black International Rescue or deepgrey Golgol 13. In reality these kinds of operations are bad guy assets and will snuff us out without evidence. James Bond is not protecting anyone, all the graveyards are full of true white hats, the black hearts are on the beach shagging disposable pleasure gelphs on command.
From an engineering point of view the choice of the hardest
rocks suggests the designers intended to use their conceptions for a very, very
long time with very, very little spatial variance over that time. These were
not award winning temporary cattle sheds of the built environment, land
stealing con, public building PPI UKstylee. The piezoelectric and dielectric
properties of some of the materials chosen will also have been an engineering
requirement. I would also contend that the materials would have had a human
mind interference effect as part of their original spec, more on that later.
The global potioning of these sites was also an engineering
confection. A magic concoction that was most likely only vaguely remembered
even by the peoples who we faintly mythologies in legends now half echoed in
falling pre iYahweh recall.
How long ago were these vast machines constructed? Well the
machine in Brittany which walks into the Atlantic Ocean must be tens of thousands and thousands of
years old since all we see at the sea are the knobs and dials at the east gate,
the altar equivalent is way under the waves now. When functioning, the original
centre would have been far, far away from any sea spray occlusion of ceremonial
So old are these places that we must divorce ourselves from
any concept of European. This is the land that would have been unknown to Greek
myth. Most likely just vague memories to Gallic myths long lost. It is a land long
before the pre-bicameral mind.
“So what do you want to say knobend?” I hear you murmuring.
Well we might not know much about the Bechtel, G4S and John
Company equivalents of 40,000 years ago but we do know some things for sure.
We know that they knew where the centre of the galaxy was,
the black sun. We know that they knew how long a precessional cycle was, circa
27,000 years. We know that they knew the Earth was spherical. We know that they
knew there are no numbers and yet expressed universal constants.
They did it. What did they use the machines for? Well to
get at the very, very oldest layer of this story we have to forget all the
rubbish we’ve been told about these places by so called historians. We need to disarticulate
the stones and wood reconstructions from attempts to explain, in modern terms,
their function. These are declined attempts at recovery of lost knowledge even
all those millennia ago. Little did the Egyptians know that even in Atlantis
there were legends of a higher age, …..mmmm….well that depends how much you
think they told the wandering Greek.
We also know, from those sites remaining, that the original surveying
work in choosing the site involved quantity and gravity. Quantity because a
shed load of surface had to be prepared and moved. Gravity because the surface
had to be level. Not space shuttle landing or VW test track level, like curvature of the
Earth smooth, but level for fluid lens level.
The oldest sites will have had the simplest structure. These,
the first attempted continuation, would have The altar and a sun fix. Once that
age disappeared the new and/or recovered sites needed the back up of more
elaborate stone patterns to get solar system fixes for the lost capabilities of
the gravity eyes. I suspect that that is when the long counts got started and
And it has been down hill ever since that day 100,000