Tuesday, 19 February 2019

On Kalibers 1̊



In my quieter moments, swilling a good Barolo or nursing a belting Talisker say, I dwell on the sabot round. Not because I have any wish to carry out the musing that follow such cogitation but simply to let the noggin wander.

I also from time to time have a good hard stare at the main belt armour on a G3. Now call me old fashioned, I do get the ranging and ballistics, but sloped? Now experience does count. So I assume that the DNC must have had a load of facts about what happened when a few tonnes of the Kaiser’s best high velocity started penetrating Vickers armoured plates.

When pulling on a Bow or an  80/- I might also have a stew on the weirdness of shot hitting hardened surface. The thicker does not necessarily confer better protection from the full smorgasbord of incoming. Geometry is a bitch. Just like stoichiometry in tall burning buildings.

What I am saying here is that when the great big clearing of scum kicked off in Europe the chaps in the RN must have been fully up to speed on the proper properties of an armoured vehicle’s skinning by 1917.

The fact that RMASG were tooling around in Krupp cemented demented cabriolets tells us a great deal about 1945 that no amount of bitched historians will ever dare breath upon.

In my darker Darjeeling sippings the scone muses on Michael Bentine. Or more precisely the dissonance between preening Zeegerman bints on special payscales and rations in big secret country Nissen huts and chaps with huge moustaches on fire screaming through the jazz musik.

So what has all this got to do with the price of overpriced everything on Treasure Island then? I hear you sigh.

Humour me.

Mackinder. He’s like Rhodes. Like Wells. Thatcher and Brown. The rothbosses must have been pissing themselves all during the careening careers of these heroes. And watch they did. Whilst the scum die off after 35-40 years and never got to create a long range perspective from memory, the longlife UHT brigade know the trajectory of weeds.

Let me tease you with longrange planning. Could you fill in blanks between Marco Polo(what’s your real handle china?) and Marx(what’s your real handle china?). Could you attempt to go back from spaghettis boy to Caligula?

What about tracing the breeding mares back to a stable in Memphis? Or a corral in Harran?

Do you have any idea what their common purpose is?

Tuesday, 12 February 2019

Monday, 11 February 2019

When I grow up I want to be a pale imitation of my heroes.....


War Games - 1965 from John Haines on Vimeo.

......because I am one generation too late to drag the scum on the lists off into Rendelsham for good lime filled pitting and one generation too early to bring the STASI Zbigniew paradise into fruition Phoenixprogammestylee,

I will have to be content to hide in the Boybitch Bitchboy Club and groom the next generation of ZOMOids Savilestylee.

Have you ever wondered what the whole arc of UK history has really been for this passed 200 years? Do you really, really believe that M'arse, Rhodes and Milner actually considered the passage of time in a bifurcating Gaussian distribution was going to lead to anything other than failure of their precious dabblings, dribbling and daubings on the canvas of history?

If Homer Lea can get it so right and yet no one hears about it, Kalergi gets it so wrong and all you hear is supremacist third way then WTF do you think the actual desired outcome is to be?

If you spend all the run time given to you fulfilling the diurinal filling junk food of cultured toxins then you might as well dig your own lime filled pit, shoot yourself several times in the base of your skull and post the bill to your extended time burning relies post mortem.

The only thing that UK had going for it was that as cryptoBlokfuerers we were shit at it. Things are now so very different.

ZOMO v's whiggers of colour

Friday, 8 February 2019

50 up, sorted.



50 years before this flight 99% of the planet was barefoot. 50 years from now the club of Rome/Agenda 20bollox crowd intend having us all unshod again.

Well I have news for the creepzoids, throwing nutcases though turbine stages has a cleansing effect.

Saturday, 2 February 2019

The Purge of the Children, this time NYCstyleeee…..



New York Shitty cultist compound freekshow....


“‘The Littlest Enemies’: Children of the Stalinist Era
By Victoria Bird.

The Stalinist era was characterized by extensive terror and repression, with large numbers of the Soviet population living in fear of the ‘knock on the door’ that could signify arrest, exile, imprisonment or execution. This climate of fear even extended to young children, many of whom were terrified of the day when their parents would ‘disappear’. Children who lost their parents as a result of Stalin’s Terror were affected in a number of different ways. Some were interned in Gulag camps along with their parents; some were deported to live in exile in remote regions with their families and some were forced into Soviet orphanages. Those who were left behind were stigmatised and ostracised, often even by other family members who feared punishment if they were seen to be helping the child of an ‘enemy of the people’, so were left to fend for themselves on the city streets. Whatever their ultimate fate, these children all found themselves marginalised, persecuted, rejected and forgotten by mainstream society. Instead their lives became dominated by a daily battle for survival, a battle that sadly many did not win.

‘Thank You, Dear Comrade Stalin for a Happy Childhood!’………..

………..Stalinist propaganda worked very hard to present childhood as a happy and positive time. Children were presented as the loyal socialists of the future, and Stalin was portrayed as the ‘little father’ raising the next generation of new Soviet men and women. Posters showing children praising Stalin were put up everywhere, often including the caption ‘Thank You, Dear Comrade Stalin, for a Happy Childhood’, while communist youth groups such as the Young Pioneers (for children aged 9-14) and the Komsomol (ages 14-18) were set up to provide children with a range of extra-curricular activities including parades, theatre outings, sporting events and summer camps which many would otherwise not have had access to…..

……In 1935 the introduction of Article 12 of the Criminal Code also permitted children from the age of twelve to be sentenced as adults and interned in the Gulags. This law was used to round up the children of those who had earlier been arrested for political crimes based on the belief that ‘an apple never falls far from the tree’.[5] Many street children, the waifs and strays, commonly known as Bezprizorni also committed crimes (most commonly theft) and many were sent to the camps as punishment, where they found themselves living in bare, dirty cells in a brutal world where they mixed with older, more dangerous criminals. Oleg Khlevniuk described how many older criminals treated these youngsters brutally, often using them for sexual favours or forcing them into prostitution.[6]

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The MMV is alive and well in the New York City Gulag.


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Friday, 1 February 2019

Psychotic Cwimmique Masturbance


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Over half a century of fanny staring and even now it hasn’t dawned that getting phukked over the altar by your alter not knowing you are a temple whore is a signature of phukkwittery denial in the midst of 5th  column filth and socially justified sqaulor.

After six gazzillion googleplexes of words scribbling nothing has been written of meaningful intercourse. The silent scream of their gastaltdisability and actionable inability deafens the world.

Even if you shone a billion candlepower searchlight up their sacredchuffs you will find nothing but duckfart echoes. Barmey barren empty vessels letting the swollen mastitic teat of free talmudvouchers phukk them in the ass over and over and over again as is their right.

Forget coding yaahkhaants, go dig up some tubers you over pampered rets.


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Monday, 28 January 2019

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I bet the Palestinian Polishiksa farmer was told by Namsa to phukkoffski, she didn't want to appear in prawnfilms and to be disappeared into a Tel Aviv run body parts futures market riggedswapshop managed in the stylings of ChimmeeeSavilestyleee.

Did the T shirts come from the same slaving sweatshopgulag complex that the Polishiksa farmer's family has run for centuries in a moving slaver camp across the planet?

Did Namsa and crew get the shirts from an old 60s Tel Aviv concentrationzlaager porn carryonstylee costume drama wardobe?

Be sure to set an empty fine golden seat at your evening meal for the devil rothshitstylee.

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