(1201) Afternoon all. We have a war between neighbours here and not my immediate neighbour but the two firms. It might have ended with me taking on the builder’s assistant next door but that raises the question facing all of us … I’ll cover it in n7. (1234)

 

10. The Palace in ruins

9. Another shot across the bow

8. More on tactics

… one really does wonder what’s going on over there.

7. We’re obviously being manoeuvred into all out conflict across Britain

… and this, this morning, was almost a trial run. From my rugby days, being smaller than most players, it was better I was doing the hitting rather than in the backline being hit. There were ways to act if someone did come at us. Without giving out too much, these days, the response is sneakier … it involves dropping/sliding/tripping, gonads and jaw … three moves only as I’m then cream-crackered at this age. It can only be defensive too, not offensive, as it relies on him coming at me, doesn’t work otherwise.

All the same … guess who goes to chokey? The 6’4″ thug with things broken or me? Now extend that to when the antifa types and/or deathculters come at you with sledgehammer or machete as with the AfD in Germany. Clearly it’s going to need different tactics again. From what I saw, one guy and his gf is simply not going to cut it. And again … guess who gets arrested? Not good tactics. This appeasing thugs, appealing to decency and the Marquis of Queensberry is really lunacy … how many times do we have to say it?

Anyway, this morning’s fun is over (oops, sorry, Dearieme), nice cup of coffee here, hope your Monday is as “bouncy” as mine.