View it as you like.

Rouge


Baw Heeded DChink.


I’ve always wondered.



Master ?


Naming.

Differential Time Synaesthesia.

I woke very early this morning and waited. Waited for the sound of …..Normality…the sounds that tell you Christmas has gone again…the sounds of the dustmen.

As I waited I thought of the enclosures.

I thought of what I’d been taught about them and how they were a boon to mankind, and that the peasants driven from the land were just that, unworthy dullard peasants. Cleared to make way for mental giants who could make the land more productive. Men like Jethro Tull and AC/DC .

I let the thoughts rumble, just like my belly. God turkey curry is fantastic stuff, and then I engaged the time synaesthesia.

The theory is that there were men with brains the size of planets who could see the future. Ultimately for the benefit of mankind. These Newtonian cranial mercurial ideas engines would have been held back from their destiny, and therefore human progress stunted, if the peasants hadn’t been culled.

Warping the whole thing in my illness I fooled at it from the differentiated time synaesthesia.

Perhaps there were and are no mental giants. Perhaps the great new ideas like crop rotation, industrial organisation, and perpetual lives are memories.

I asked myself if there was any correlation between enclosed lands and the later eruption of manufacturies and industrial cults.

Must check that I thought.

I also applied the illness to India , a favourite pastime since it reveals itself endlessly on the GGT but is more immuring when viewed whilst unwell.

The natural progression of human development is laid out before us. Nothing, hunter gatherer, primitive tools, agrarian, stone, bronze, iron, steam, steel, oil, nuclear, time/space manipulation, astronaughts, call centre.

Now I ask you what’s wrong with that.

One is clearly not congruent with the natural progression of humanity.

Nothing.

This has all been played before. There is nothing new. Everything we receive is a given. Given with a purpose. If any part of the overall scheme threatens to run away, then age old remedies to halt progress are brought into play.

Naval gazing.

The likelihood of any one of us ever understanding anything is remote. We live in a constant barrage of head spin and mouth moth. No thought will lead anywhere alone.

Simple questions.

Why would a poor lamb worrier be a magnificent naval architect?

If book snatchers are paid to patrol the shelves and remove words from history today. How much more effective were the toadies thousands of years ago?

There is a new enclosure being played out within our ability to resist.

I believe that enclosure of spirit, of faith, of belief and of life is the ultimate aim. Not with something new and novel in sight, but a reconstruction of something very, very old.

Is that to be resisted or welcomed?

The old legends, read in my illness, suggest of things magical, and wondrous beauty.

However this old memory contains even more that is dark and fell. They reveal secrets that we take as commonplace trivia, spun as amusement in column inches and their next meal.

Whether you feel it, whichever way you view it, however you taste at the entrails. They all smell backwords.

Back to Afghanistan

Swearyword suppression is still ON, but you have to ask just what is in Tinky Wink’s handbag?


Phew, just made it.


Just what the Hong Kong Phooey is going on?


This is not good.


I watched C4 evening Snooze today and the first two items were nutter underpants sputter, and nutter offed in ChiComm land. The fourth was some guy shuvvin’ a tarty HMS Victory in a bottle. These sandwiched the MAIN news which is that more of our dead lads are home. Dead for NOTHING.


Also can you spot the common connection in all four stories?


Yes NORTH LONDON!


Got that?


Drug runnin’, nitro pantin’, mental casin’, artyship bottlin’, no hopin’, salty seadoggin’, butt weldin’, crap prizin’, plinth obsessin’ other otter udder utter nutter nuttin’ LONDON.


Where the dead things hive.


Blast shields up.


Heads up.

Nuclear Powers.

This caught my eye yesterday.

Is SK weak on the SWOT stuff or are we being sold a bag of manure?

The SK construction companies have a long and glorious tradition of pouring the ‘crete in this part of the world. They know how to engineer fantastically well. The irony should not be lost on us.

The great grandchildren of the guys who cleared the minefields in SK have only got four options in adult life.

Liars, creeps, goons and if they are lucky porn stars.

The grandchildren of the guys whose fields were cleared will be engineering space stations and lunar colonies.

Nice one Chicago School.

This is not accidental.

I notice SK is not crippled by the diversity, inclusivity, watching over you shoulder lest you be stripped of assets for saying something non PC, creeps. They’ve most likely told the fartbrains to keep out of their university and educational systems.

We have been sabotaged. A massive covert knowledge 5th column has stupified the West.

Heads up.

Funny Peculiar

The SF called this first I think and yesterday GU mentioned it, but I haven’t seen anyone else taking notes.

Even when you deliberately miss search it, it comes up first, in the goldsphere.

What’s going down?

First time ever apparently.

Heads up.

Homeland security?

If you had a secure homeland then this wouldn’t happen to you, would it?

The fact that it does happen tells you several things.

1. You are a drain on foundation charities and inter generational secreted wealth.

2. You are considered politically non extant.

3. You and your family line are to die off soon.

I know that the Easyfart council down here had to get its serfs to chap people up and ask them to turn off their Christmas lights to save the local leky grid. If you know how to read that you’ll get what’s coming next.

This however tells you that a very secure homeland has been created, the lists are ready and you will soon be placed in an undisclosed facility where you cannot infect the rest of the mentally well with your unbent mind muse. Chockablock Sinteredblock HegalianHeroesHomes. CHEKAFEMA.

You will be bent to the yolk.

This, doesn’t one of the Gang of Five look like he’s a ‘Stapo man stepping out to set up some slave labour camps, tells you that a secure home is needed for three of the muppets here. Two of them are having their strings yanked by their daddies’ daddies. Just what mind mushypeas did they sprout back then to ensure they never had to do a day’s work then lads?

We all know that the green froth is a massive global indolence creation scheme for you and your mates and their kitchen sink droppings for ever and ever Amen.

Red Lorry, Yellow Lorry . Red Terror, Green Squalor. Tattletale Telltale, Lubyanka Thankya.

Keep your heads up.

Go Max Go.....the unreality goggles are off.

MK telling it like it is. On Christmas Day! Does this man know no rest?


He can smell the CHEKA and show trials a mile off.


Enjoy.


Heads up.