Monday, 8 June 2015

Open Ocean Access 2

When the god of war heaved into view recently

I had to have a good look at what was causing the wetting of skivvies in certain circles. Second Island Chain was the watch word. So OK let’s go with that.

The H-6 airframe design genesis is as follows. Junkers 1944 “skunk works”, Boeing 1930’s Atlantic bomber problematic, 1940s German/UK high speed rotating turbo machinery. The missiles carried are German1940s/Soviet 1950s anti-ship littoral defence reaction.

All electronics will be ChiComm rip off supplied through Israel/US/UK- MiHi/MOSSAD/CIA initial service and supply contract.

The comm. net, German/UK 1930s conceptualism and trials, will be thoroughly penetrated by metaBIS time servers likely operating through Singapore with Pine Gap OTH phase conjugation.

So where is this space age, clapped out, speak easy era heap going to be operating then?

Well the ChiComms expect to overwhelm, hence the numbers procured, Soviet carrier attackstylee. Not USN though. This has the flavour of a Bay of Bengal clearance mission with Commie insurgents keeping the Eastern Seaboard of India locked down. It most likely will have a Maldives basing extension.

Not in the First/Second Island Chain then.

There are several reasons for thinking this is to be the case and as usual one needs to put on the godlike bankster goggles to make sense of it all.

The main godlike bankster mission in this century is to start rounding up the remaining non standardised, non compliant, non normalised persons as yet unenslaved by black finance.

To you and me that means the last remaining aboriginal free people of the world are to be exterminated. All under UN, Green, loving the planet cover of course.

In order to save the planet we have to destroy the people.

If you think that mankind will not fall for this shit you need to pay attention to current events. In an era of infinite communications and connectivity the aggregate human being suffers from profound attention disability syndrome. One has to say that modern humanity really does deserve all it gets. All day spent imprisoning itself whilst the bad guys wander around unhindered, at liberty and free to kill with impunity on any scale they fancy.

In UKplc the herd has recently allowed its food suppliers to continue stealing from them and poisoning them. In another age any baker supplying less for more would have been kicked the shit out of. These days WalTescSainMorr rationing stations reduce 6 to 5, 250g to 200g and 330ml to 250ml demand more debtpaymentcash and no one cares. This is truly the age of the universal courtesan eunuch bitchboy and sterile boudoir androgyny boybitch. Bought and sold playthings that will be anything and no one because they know nothing but the mutable now.

However there are billions of humans who will not fall for that bankster illusion as yet and they must be removed. These diverse, ancient and vibrant people live in the southern crescent from Iran to the Sulu Sea.

The modern meat robots of Hollyweird’s rubbish bin culture and cutting room abattoir  festivals that infest USofA, EU, PRC and assorted UN creep shows will rub these people out without blinking an eye because these poor, poor people will be painted as a threat to some rare cabbage patch doll vital to the hot house’s survival. When that happens every device from DU to pathogens to energy2mass conversion will be gleefully deployed by drone aces of the common core.

From Parsley with love.

Sometime in 2025 after the disasters stopped.

Parsley is iGREEN, one of the new iGREEN iPIONEERS. Parsley loves to be Parsley and looks forward to joining the rest of the iPIONEERS on shift in the New iWorld Complex. Parsley's task is very complicated and therefore arduous. Not everyone can be iPIONEER. Parsley is iPROUD.

Already pressed for time Parsley arrives at the facility, just outside Genoa, and swiftly settles down for briefing. Today’s remote target is in the southern Tibeto-Burman no fly zone, north of the mouth of the Brahmaputra. Familiar territory to Parsley. The autochthonic savages are still lighting animal ordure fires in that region and despite many, many times being asked to desist they refuse to comply with UN i-Statute. They are to be suppressed until extinction or full compliance. Parsley likes getting them in the evening when they huddle round for whatever disgusting shit passes for food out there. Parsley is good. Promoted three times in the past 18 months and Top Gun. Bucking for promotion and of course another 10,000 Soros to the credit account every Rock/RothNewMonth.

After a 12 hour mission in the saddle Parsley emerges from the suite’s weapon system interface. 100,000 of the stone age savages removed. Another big rainbow star on the side of the Parsley's seat next mission. Phukin’ A. Elated Parsley gets out of the boothe and heads for the shower hall. On the way, there is a bing-bong in Parsley’s i-EAR.

Parsley has got i-mail. Traffic violation. 100,000 Soros fine and two days out to retake the vehicle persuasion certificate of iGREENness. Bollox!!! Well it had been a rush getting into the facilty that morning. Damn, and a spotless driving license gone for good.

Oh well tomorrow is another day. Parsley will apply for transfer to go down town, into the alley no fly zone in Kolkata. Perhaps DumDum, that’s a hot spot where kills are rated two orders of magnitude more signifivacant. Parsley has targets to hit and is incentivised though perhaps no longer civilised. Oh yes!!! Defended of course but the rewards are so much greater. Who gives a fuck. No stinking traffic violation or bunch of shit shuvvelling primatives is getting in the way of Parsley ordering a baby-in-a-box for delivery 2030.

God Parsley loves the iPIONEERS. When SeeMoose is delivered it will be going straight into an iPIONEERnursery. Parsley should have got to 1 star rank by then and it will be admin from there on in. iSWEET.”