HERE

 

The story so far … ran a few episodes of redheads, auburn, brunettes … then came full circle with blondes … I have twelve straight away to run. But it struck me, not being racist or anything (me good boy, me) that I needed to broaden demographics a bit, so here goes … any idea who any are?

Anticipating heavy criticism because of the reduced size of images, I plead the way the big firms buy up any good images around the world and so I’ve had to use low resolution, if still well framed pics. Sorry bout that.

(1144) Ordinarily time for Ladies at Lunchtime, let’s put them at 1230 today, fashionably late, followed by another Persuaders … and run 11 and 12 for our “French” contingent now. (1159)

 

12. IYE has a vid at 882

JH: I know not a lot about Tobias Ellwood, except in passing, various blogposts etc. I found these two quickly, have only skimmed the vid so far.

More some time later, a few days? Never? 🙂

11. DAD at 882

a) New damage to the plaque on Samuel Paty Square, in the heart of the 5th arrondissement of Paris. A few hundred meters from the Assize Court where the trial of those responsible for his beheading is taking place…

b) The message is clear, unambiguous, frank, direct. No detour in the narrative. Just the essentials. For those who believed them lost, crushed by the state machine, the system, the yellow vests still have their say in this fight. A fight of ideas above all. IDNF participated in the reopening of the Longpoint sur Orge roundabout this Saturday.

c) While the SNCF Rail unions are calling for an unlimited strike starting on December 11, in particular to denounce “the destruction” of Fret SNCF, Sud-Rail is holding a different position.

d) Most people know that the French Revolution was against the Aristocracy, but do not know that the Catholic Church and its Priests were equally hated. One group of priests were put on an island and were starved to death, others were drowned.

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JH: There was also St Bartholomew’s.

 

High excitement:

(0812) Morning all … bleah out there. (1026)

 

10. Quiz question … decrypt this if you can

9. IYE at 881

“Having been called a liar by Anthony Fauci for saying that “not one of the 72 vaccines mandated for children has ever been safety tested”, RFK Jr. sued Fauci.

After a year of stonewalling, Fauci’s lawyers admitted that RFK Jr. had been right all along.

8. Steve drops at 881

§ Rogan says Biden voted Trump, Lara in Rubio’s place, Minnesota Election Judge Arrested, Musk move in Alex J Onion thing, the Biden Russia attack.

§ Chris Wright, VD Hanson on the Trump picks, Deceitful Military Officers for Court-Martial Consideration, Vivek on DOGE, Alaska flipped back.

§ Kursk and other Russian attacks, European Officials Consider ‘Land For Peace’ Plan.

§ Gates “death panel” system, $24 billion in unaccounted climate funds, Who Controls The World? Globalists Can’t Accept Georgia, three other items currently of note.

7. Age and zeitgeist

No, I didn’t watch it, just screenshot it:

I can understand Tyson though, money or no money, which was admittedly a yuge factor, plus the nostalgia … one last fling to test yourself out, back in harness for a short time … plus the other guy. I say well done … if punters are going to pay, well.

It concerns me at my age now, that I’m out of harness, having not had a real fight for a long, long time, mainly keeping my gal and me out of trouble … and there’s another reason, to quote John Arbuthnot Fisher around 1900:

“The essence of war is violence. Moderation in war is imbecility.”

Absolutely … he’s quite right. But it’s more than total, brutal attack by ourselves on the other … it is, in war, where the lives of our troops are at stake, every last one of us, an imperative to conduct war with that in mind … Putin’s currently doing that … the issue is when to engage, when not to. Rorke’s Drift and Custer’s last stand were not only reckless and stoopid but also genocidal. You have to keep your men alive and your powder dry. Charge of the Light Brigade … stoopidity.

It does mean though that when you do engage, you have to be brutal. I learnt that in rugby as openside flanker … full on, even if my shoulder did ache afterwards. And it’s individual combat I’m more interested in, with all these “fighting age sav-“ er – men about, particularly strategies for the older man.

In short, there’ll be more of the savs than one, they’re unorthodox, fit, savages. Therefore, your response must be to forget words, do your learned routine … yourself savagely. You’ll win in half a minute, which is all the energy you have … or you’re going to be kicked, gouged, nasty things. There really is no choice. When you’re outside these days, you’re watchful 270 degrees, plus you’re ready to attack full on. If you can’t do that, don’t go outside.

But you need a certain base fitness all the same, plus a background at least in playground scrapping in your yoof. Reason I mention all this, aside from Tyson, is a youtube short of two guys with MAGA sign and some Woke weakling starts a foulmouthed tirade at a distance, they goad him, he instantly loses his rag, pink shorts n all, bends down and hip first, “attacks”, blind hatred on his face. Last second, they step aside. “What you gonna do? Bleed on us?”

The second thing I was thinking was Laura Perrins this morning. Laura’s a darling but she is, after all, a gal, a mother to be precise, and mums adore their sons unconditionally. The young man she’s defending made all sorts of errors … the first was not being gallant towards girls, plus being morally strong. You just can’t do that as a male and get away with it.

As for taking his own life or whatever, these two generations are morally bankrupt due to the new soft but vicious culture. He’s obviously not Christian either as it’s a one way trip to hell to top yourself.

I was not brought up religiously but we did have a certain firmness of upbringing, we learnt to handle ourselves. My dad and mum wanted me learning out in the world of hard knocks, well done I say. Before you approach a girl, you need to be able to handle yourself … and I don’t mean that way. I mean, these things were just basic for us, no one actually taught us … no big talking BS … it was the zeitgeist, wannit?

6. TDS

5. Defoe and Swift, where are you now?

Were you to interpret the heading to mean Taylor, then you’d not understand most hints in this item. Why would you not know who Swift was meant to be? Education, chums, or lack of it. They failed to teach it and the next question is why … why did they not teach it?

Moving on and assuming you do know the Swift I’m on about, you’d have also noticed satire used a lot, memes today, you’d have noticed the crackdown on memes across the west … Defoe was punished severely once it was understood what he meant by the quickest way … so this thing is by no means new … past month, past few months, past year, years, decades, centuries.

At times, traps are set … for example, why would this still be up? https://youtu.be/flXRBgNVuio?si=34GrAXQLrFK_bXOU Curious. I just saw a picture with a tool and David Kelly’s boss in the same meme … wonder why? The trouble when pundits go coy is that innuendo and leaps to conclusion can follow, with varying degrees of knowledge in various people making comment.

Changing tack … looking back to an old gagging, an old injunction now, a real Giggle it was, involving people as diverse as footballers, comedy programme panellists and politicians … incidentally, I wonder where Louise is just now … it does bring in crooked members of the judiciary, does it not? They know a lot about that across the pond by the way.

One chap interesting me just now is Rupert, giving us the Lowedown and how he’s got away with it so far, but Nigel hasn’t. Time to run this again … isn’t he a farmer? Interesting lot, farmers, dangerous lot.

Just received a message that it’s all over the internet now. Well, there can be but two outcomes … either the oppressor doubles down, arrests everyone under the Gates clouds … completely disproportionate prison sentences following, often in inhumane conditions … TR for example … or he falls, ignominiously, resigns and escapes any punishment.

The man’s a meathead.

(0355) Cunning plan is first few topics posted, then part two of sleep. (0424)

 

4. Gaetz

3. Starmer … more on him later

2. Recess appointments

1. WW3

(1718)

 

16. Psychopath authorises WWIII chain of events

Widely reported, here are three:

15. IYE at 881

14. North Carolina

13. Appropriate that it’s n13

§https://gab.com/ericdondero/posts/113498863552397016§

That’s as close as nourishing unherdables is going. The rest is up to you sleuths. Please keep any comment on it at HQ.

12. IYE comments at 881

… on the new blue woke left platform:

11. Steve, over at 881

… has Neil Oliver’s vlog link.

 

 

HERE

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In which Isilme and her Beloved travel to the ends of the earth to secure an apple press but our treacherous “offroads” get them, only for the RAC to compound the problem.

Yesterday (this was written Friday), we went to collect an apple press. After that, we popped into a pub and had our main meal of the day (usually we have the main meal in the evening, unless we eat out).

Then we decided to go to a nearby indoor market that looked really good online. It took us ages to find it – only to discover it had closed a year ago and only the building was still there. So we looked around other shops in the mall for quite a while, then popped into Aldi and then to Sainsbury’s and bought some food and a 2-pint bottle of milk. We realised we were actually quite tired, so decided to go home.

Annoyingly we couldn’t find the petrol station at Sainsbury’s (the signs took us to just a car park) so we had to get petrol further on. While paying for the petrol, My Beloved saw some Danish pastries – or rather, where they had been – and wanted some. Nearby was a Greggs so he went in, hoping to find Danish pastries, but there were none. They did have packs of mince pies though, so he got those and we ate one each and they were very good.

The best route back had winding roads, lots of countryside, few houses. We had mis-timed it somehow and ended up snarled in traffic during rush hour, so it was getting dark by the time we hit the countryside, We were tired and just wanted to get home as quickly as possible and get a cup of tea. It should have been a 2-hour journey.

About an hour into the journey, out in the middle of nowhere, the car hit something on the road, there was a bang and the tyre went flat. We had to pull over to the side of the road, put hazard lights on and my Beloved used my handbag torch to go and find his bigger torch and lantern in the boot. His brightest light wasn’t working because it had lost its charge.

Now with these modern cars, the manufacturers have decided that a spare tyre is entirely unnecessary. So the car doesn’t come with a spare tyre. It comes with a little spray bottle thingy that you’re supposed to spray into the tyre and it fills the puncture.

He had his own spray can of similar stuff. So he sprayed it into the tyre. It dribbled out. The puncture was big enough to fit two fingers in, and the spray stuff was useless for something that big. So we phoned the RAC (hooray for mobile phones).

The automated message from RAC said they would send us a link in a text and we should fill in the on-line form. The signal was intermittent so we had a bit of difficulty but eventually filled in the form – which told us we would need to speak to an operative, so please phone this number (the number we’d first rung).  Aaarrgghh! Finally we got to a real person.

The RAC asked if we were on a road. Well, yes, of course we were! So they asked the speed limit on the road. Technically it was 60 miles an hour, but one could never go that fast with the winding roads and besides it was fairly remote and very few cars were using the road – and it was dark. No, they said, we don’t allow our people to operate on a road with a 60 mile an hour speed limit and they wouldn’t shift from that.

We asked what to do then. We had paid for them to help us in these situations. They told us we should phone the police so that they could put cones around us and then transport our car to a layby or similar safe place. THEN the RAC would send someone out to help us. (No wonder the police aren’t catching criminals…) They told us that the police would be quicker because the RAC would take two hours to get to us. We ended the phonecall.

My Beloved said, “Blow that for a lark” and we looked at Gurgle satellite view and saw there were buildings further ahead and thus the likelihood of a drive, or a gateway we could pull into. Driving slowly, he headed over the hill and immediately we saw a big “P” for park – a layby!!!!! Yay!!

We limped into the layby and phoned RAC again to tell them we were now in a layby. They then sent him a text so he could press a button to give them our location. We’d told them which road, but couldn’t be much more specific. The button wouldn’t work. Lack of signal. Then he gave them my number. It worked and they got the signal. We found out later that the location signal had told them which road we were on, but not our location on the road. It was a very long road. So it didn’t actually help!!

Anyway, we’d rung them around 7pm and they said they’d be with us by 9pm with a new tyre. Beloved then had to explain that whatever we’d hit had also dented the rim. Okay, they said, we’ll bring a new wheel. In the process of telling them the specifications of the tyre/wheel, he realised that the car had lockable wheel nuts. He couldn’t find the key.

Although we’d had the car over a year, most of that year he’d had been ill, so we’d hardly used it. We don’t know if the unlocker had come with the car but we’ve lost it, or whether it didn’t have one in the first place. Whatever, that meant they’d have to come and take us (and the car) home. Sigh.

They said they’d keep us updated via text. But they sent a text with a link to the updates – and for a long time I couldn’t get on there due to lack of signal. But they’d said 9pm on the phone. And so we waited. We were hungry. Our evening meal was two mince pies each, plus milk to drink (thankfully we’d bought milk!) 9pm came and went.

I finally managed to get to the updates. They had updated it at 7.19 to say that our “slot” was between 11.10pm and 2.10am. Whaaaat?

So we sat in the car until we felt uncomfortable. Then we walked up and down the layby. Then we sat in the car again, staring at the rubbish bin which read “Litter and dog waste” (it was all I had to read – hadn’t expected to need to bring a book). Couldn’t look on the mobile too much – needed to keep it full of juice.  And we had to answer calls of nature behind the hedge – but it was dark and hardly any cars came by anyway. Maybe half a dozen in the whole time we were there.

At 12.30 Friday morning on the dot, I got a phonecall. The guy said, “I have just been called by RAC to come and collect you. Where are you?” Sigh! Beloved told them roughly how far we were from the last village we’d gone through. He said he’d take an hour to reach us. Then I got a text from RAC to say they’d contacted one of their partners to come and get us. So … they just let us sit there for five and a half hours before even contacting someone to help us???

The man duly arrived exactly an hour later with his flat-bed truck. We got into the truck while he buckled up the car. Then we found that the quickest route home was not to be – the road was closed. The man had sat nav, so we went the way it said. Along a very narrow road with passing places. The poor man was a bit worried. We went up a very steep hill and as soon as the road levelled out, it was also shrouded in thick fog. We had actually been on this road on a nice day, in daylight. We knew there was a sheer drop on one side of the road. The man driving didn’t know that. We didn’t tell him. There was actually a wall between the road and the drop, but still….

Eventually we got on to a slightly wider road and Beloved had to warn the man that a very narrow bridge was coming up. Gulp! And it was narrow. The truck only just got through without hitting the sides and there was just enough room for him to turn with the trailer part of the truck without hitting anything. The poor man was sweating buckets. After that, it was plain sailing and proper roads.

We got home and he couldn’t get up our driveway to drop the car, so he dropped it in the roadway nearby. After he left, Beloved carefully drove it into our driveway. It was 3am. We got indoors, had a hot cuppa, and were in bed by 4am. It took me a while to get off to sleep, oddly enough, though I was so tired I was almost dropping. We slept until 10.30am (Friday) morning, 

Oh, and the really funny thing is that when we first got home, I opened the front door and there on the mat was a letter from the AA offering us car insurance. Was that timely? Or is there an AA mole at the RAC? All I can say is that I’m grateful we never saw the use for an electric car. We needed the heater on during those 6 1/2 hours of waiting.

Needless to say, one of the first things we’ll do is get a spare wheel. Although they don’t come with the car, there is a space for one. And we must get one of those unlocking things for the wheel nuts.

We shall recover from the ordeal by eating pie tonight (the last two slices).

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JH: I’ve a little tale from around 1995. I was heading west on the M25 just to the east of the A110, not far from White Hart Lane, can’t remember exactly, nor who was with me but just as I went under the flyover, there was a wrenching below and my prop shaft fell out, catapulting towards the car behind. Missed him.

My car (of the sort pictured) finally came to rest near the AA box, I called them and they had a towtruck there in about 40 mins, from the South Mimms AA place.

The nice part was the use of a Volvo estate, with which I, by myself now, circumnavigated the M25 and let me say, if you don’t already know … it takes a fair while … the only frightening part being the proximity to Croydon at one point.