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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.
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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).
………..
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.
(0715) Light appearing out there. (1003)
9. 880 has some wild things by Andy and IYE just now
I’m just thinking … is 5G a death ray in itself?
8. Mixed feelings about Elon
… shared I know by a source quoted a few times by IYE. Either Elon does not know and it’s Yaccarino’s minions doing the dirty, unbeknowns to the 2IC EM, or else EM does fully know … I’m inclined to the former for now … that while the big cat’s away … etc. etc.
Here’s what it’s about … huge swathes of MAGA Xers, if not actually disappearing off X, are being swamped by “counterviews” in a clever way. The first move is that either all accounts or only those on a watch list, which used to have unlimited scrolling down the timeline, sometimes showing days of tweets, have now been truncated.
The given explanation is that I’m not blue-ticked, therefore it’s limited usage … please get verified … it’s a notice near the top, along with my specific “impressions” on the “community” in the past seven days … they put it around 7-9K. Why would they bother if I’m such a small account?
The second move is to find a mutual follower (we follow one another) who is most certainly not a MAGA nor anti-Stasi, nor is she rabidly Woke … she’s middling non-polit … a furry animal or garden devotee, also posting pics of herself … a truly feminine account, interesting to apolitical females … which is certainly one of my catchment areas.
But there were something like three dozen of cult cat’s tweets or retweets of someone else … usually either athletic cats or women doing amazing things. Out of a total of maybe seven dozen total before cutoff. No MAGA whatever, no Brit tweeters, not even Brit gardening nor historic scenes posted in the past few days. In other words, one person’s account … a lady called Cult Cat … has been made to flood my timeline … it’s not her doing it, she’s not remotely techie.
Someone in X has seen my mass retweeting of ladies, also the Drainos of the world … and has chosen to flood me with the former.
Which of course means that the only way I could stop that is to block Cult Cat, other options in the right click menu now removed, which of course I’ll not do because she’s a nice lady, obsessed by kittens and women it seems. No Wokery has been inserted at all, so what can I do? My regulars … not so much removed but crowded out … shoved over the cut off edge by sheer numbers of Cult Cat tweets going back months.
Someone is doing that as I say … it’s not her, she’s a good girl. But where are my regulars? Hmmmm.
7. Two Brit topics in one
6. Not “sounds like”, John … IS!
As this is being done contrary to law, by another dept of state, flagrantly, they’re either insane and out of control or else they see a genuine path to flipping the Senate. How so? How could they flip it? Well it would take the collusion of RINOs, both in Senate and on SCOTUS, to buy their silence and non-protest to seats in their own party being flipped and majority lost.
Or else the focus is not flipping the Senate but flipping PA itself first, any other result along the track being a bonus. Why? Well it seems to me that PA is a crucial crossroads, moreso than Michigan, say … in a similar way to how the crime baron had to defeat Kari Lake to keep the moneyspinner of trafficking ticking over. Quite prepared to openly defy the law.
Plus of course keeping themselves out of prison. Remember that Clinton crack about 98% … DC yes, but maybe everywhere else as well. Tall order, Donald.
5. TR and solitary confinement
This is an example of the great side of women … to actually have the support of one, even more, is one of the best things in life … in this case, TR resolutely supported by Kathy Gyngell in her weekly blurb:
“For Tommy Robinson it’s the start of his fourth week in prison. He has eight months and one week to go surviving solitary confinement ‘down the block’ in HMP Woodhill’s segregation unit. Rebel News’s Ezra Levant, one of his few lifelines with the outside world, visited him after the first 15 days of this hell, saying he was OK for the moment. But how long will he manage this? En route back from the prison Ezra explains how the entire segregation unit of 16 cells having been cleared out for him there was no reason to lock him in a cage – as the other cages are empty – and he is neither under any threat nor a threat to others. You can see and read the whole report here.
It is distressing. They’re limiting his exercise to twice a week, though ‘they could literally put exercise equipment outside his door, since it’s just him’. But no, they’re adhering to prison procedures designed for the ‘regular’ inhabitants of the segregation unit (where prisoners are sent to be punished for committing offences while inside the prison). There you have it. He’s in a tiny cell for 23.5 hours of each day, allowed to exercise only two days a week. Even murderers are allowed exercise four days a week, Ezra points out. I ask you, how long would your sanity last? I have no confidence mine would.”
The key roles in society are being … have been … filled by the worst strata of society possible to find … human flotsam, not to put too fine a point on it. And sadly, many of those are female … quite brainwashed into evil … see Sun 6 coming up.
(0445) The obscene globo-madness doubles down.
4. Steve drops at 879
MftWC 4: Not All Federal Agencies Fear DOGE-Insiders at NASA ‘Welcome’ the Chance to ‘Clean House‘
MftWC 3: Horrifying 911 Call Reveals Laken Riley Fought For Her Life for 18 Minutes Before Being Murdered By Illegal
MftWC 2: Russian Air Defenses Intercepted More Than 30 Ukrainian Drones Overnight
MftWC 1: UK government to fund geoengineering experiments to cool the Earth
3. Andy has two items up at 880
The first justifies its inclusion by “The rag (Guardian) can be useful in that what it moans about today is likely to be policy tomorrow.”
The second though, I take issue with. I do have a problem with this comment as it seems to be extolling this new Net Zero madness … for a start, I can’t find the term “almost unknown energy” in the linked article and the second part saying “when buses and cars belched out black exhaust” is conveying an overly contrived picture of the past.
This site is certainly not furthering the Net Zero madness by the back door.
2. After lightning struck the Vatican
… removing the halo from around the pontiff representation’s head … comes this:
Fot those for whom the graphic does not expand, the text is:
1. DAD from foggy France at 880
a) London has Mayor Khan to bu99er up London; Paris has Hidalgo ! The capital’s “bioclimatic” local urban planning project, which requires owners, in the event of major works, to reserve part of their building for social housing, is causing irritation. Some 800 buildings have already been marked….
b) In the middle of COP 29, the Saint-Avold coal-fired power plant in Moselle was put back into service. … France has found that it can make money (to help fill the huge hole in the Government finance) by selling electricity to the UK and Germany….
c) Germany’s Federal Court of Justice is to decide whether the controversial pro-Palestinian slogan “From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free” should be considered a symbol of a terrorist organization….
d) President Trump’s choice of Energy Secretary is causing nervous breakdowns in the Climate Change fraud industry. [Bring it on, Donald.]
(1705) Evening all.
19. Looking at a few blog colleagues and their blogs
… it’s interesting (to me) how certain things come together about the same time. I’d just been looking at Vox Day’s report:
… and the idea occurred to check out how Tom’s doing:
https://www.thelastditch.org/2024/11/some-i-hope-premature-final-thoughts-the-last-ditch.html
… and then Bayou Renaissance Man:
https://bayourenaissanceman.blogspot.com/2024/11/post-surgery-niagara-falls-is-in-full.html
… a fave of Chuckles who shuffled off over two years ago … and the card site I use said haiku’s bday’s coming up and I’m thinking … I’m starting to run out of people I know … esp. this evening. Jobs were done too early and not being all that tired for once, plus Gab and X have not a lot … for once I found myself at a loose end, went to youtube recommendeds and there was this:
Hey, stop all this, would you?! Daren’t look anywhere else just now, getting the idea someone’s trying to tell me something.
Thing is … we were the blog class of 2006, Tom and I, others I know were one, two years before that. Now, with the best will in the world, 2010 was fine … Pigboy Dave etc., 2016 and Brexit was still ok … then came the heart attack, then we all had the covid, lockdowns and jabs bollox … and suddenly:
Now hang on just one moment there … I feel I’m being DNRed … the NHS were pressuring me sommit awful to come in and get deathjabbed, some annoyed male doctor wrote to say he wanted me to come in that day to be jabbed … sorry, I’d rather stay healthy. Sort of anyway. Much greater risk going out and succumbing to the lurgy, let alone the social mess out there now.
All I can say is that if you are in the middle of endless tests and procedures, all the best, prayers for you … keeping your mental health up in Two Tier Stasiland seems the major job at this time. Across the pond, the Donald’s just appointed:
Looks a child to me, though she’s 27. Had my timeline been normal … married at the std age, our kid married at the std age of yesteryear, by my reckoning, she could almost be my grandchild, then add the C21st and she’d be just having my first great-grandchild about now … pretty frightening, that.
Addendum at 2044
Just looking at the Fairport song above … released 1969 … yikes! Now, in the picture, how old are the young people behind the fence? Simon Nicol 1950, so 19 at the time of the song … Dave Swarbrick 1941, so 28 at the time of the song.
Now the parents, more interesting to me at that moment:
“Eric Hayes took the photo on the sleeve design for the UK release, which featured neither album title nor band name.[17] The photo captured Denny’s parents, Neil and Edna Denny, standing outside the family home at 9B Arthur Road, Wimbledon, South London, with the band distantly visible through the garden fence.[18] St Mary’s Church, Wimbledon, can be seen in the background.[19]”
Sandy Denny was 19 in 1966 when she wrote it (birthyear 1947), 22 when she sang it here. Now, the two parents … how old?
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/8585294/neil-denny
At the time of that song then, father was 57 and mother 53.
One more thing
My mother, at 58, said to me one day when I visited them: “You’re only as good as your health.”
18. Andy at 879
My mate at the bowls club refuses to listen when I talk on cloud seeding and aerosols in the atmosphere. He won’t like this.
17. Steve and war room at 879
a. Natalie Winters Shreds Woke Elitists For Their Criticism Of Gaetz And Gabbard
b. Wade Miller: “I’m Excited The Deep State Is On The Verge Of Actually Being Held Accountable”
c. Ryan Walters: “It’s An America First Agenda Here In Oklahoma, Every County Voted Trump”
d. Mike Davis Breaks Down President Trump’s Legal Appointments
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16. DAD departs, temporarily from classical
a. A ditty:
b. The immediate future for France
Hmmmm, am I permitted a little ditty at this point?
15. Andy at 879
You’ve got to laugh, looks like someone has gone to a lot of trouble to wind up the veggies.
14. Here’s a good one from Dan Wootton
This gets even better…
The BBC itself is reporting Gary Lineker has been SACKED!
I’m told Lineker leaked the story of his sacking personally to The Sun’s Editor Victoria Newton (his close friend) so she could spin the story as him quitting.
Better late than never, I guess.
13. Was going to save this till Sunday
… but then thought it might belong to the other side, plus there’s a spare item 13 going … so … let’s start with the “nice version”, the unadulterated version of what it is:
The Jerusalem Cross was first used as a coat of arms in 1099 by Godfrey de Bouillon, leader of the Crusades, to represent the Kingdom of Jerusalem.
The Old and New Testaments: The Jerusalem Cross is a combination of the teachings of the Old Testament (the four Tau crosses) and the New Testament (the four Greek crosses).
There is, of course, a far more convoluted view of it and that starts here:
Now, the eagle-eyed will have spotted “ordinis equestrus” … symbolic of the Templars who were, supposedly, as pure of heart as the driven snow … at least at first. Problem with that is this map:
The Kingdom of Jerusalem you’ll see contains the Mount, Solomon’s Temple ruins … The Power … and it was mainly settled by the Franks, famous for the Merovingian start and the sacking of Constantinople, a supposedly brother Christian haven. Also, there was the tale of being ankle deep in blood in Jerusalem … true, the years are critical in determining all this.
The Franks were, to all intents and purposes, bloodthirsty monsters, playing for the other side, but wearing the tunic with the ruddy cross. Now if the white was for purity, what then was the red? Blood of course.
Go back up to that Vatican screenshot and look at the second last line … what does that phraseology suggest? Yet I happen to know from a Knight of Malta friend that the sworn enemy are the Masons. Yet the little matter of P2 confounds that again.
So even today, there is the Vatican, and then the Outremer … the former full of the smoke of s*t*n, the outer territories containing people like Vigano and the devout. It’s not a lot different to us out in the sticks, versus the central s*t*n*c sewer of Westminster or DC across the pond … slithering vipers everywhere.
And returning to the Templars, they may have been charitable as their yang half but their secret dark deeds, far worse than just paedo, were their yin.
Plus embedded in the combined symbol were the Tau.
In other words, what precisely is the mysticism which Pete Hegseth represents … who are those behind him and what exactly is the ideal he pursues?
(1159) Almost afternoon all … snoozed for awhile … timed heater just came on so got up. (1337)
12. Moosh corner
11. Uniparty
10. The effectiveness of Essex plod
9. Net Zero is go
8. Benevolent v meanspirited
I re-entered student life three times … the last time a few years older than those around, still before 23, having been working my way ahead in the big bad world … different perspective. One of the new boys was actually thanking me for speaking out for the students (yep, even back then) and diplomacy was not top of his skill set, surfer boy: “You’re not the most social guy, Jimbo but … thanks.”
Yeah right … he wasn’t wrong about “not the most social”, as I’d experienced this sort of thing which was on Quora just now, by a salon manager … she wrote:
I sat with a group of 12 ladies at a very expensive, popular restaurant. It was a place to be seen and the food was way overpriced. I ordered a tostada and one drink. The very small tostada was 20.00 and the drink was 30.00. It was not a meal and came with nothing else. Some of the ladies had several drinks and a full meal. When the bill came, the one that had had the most said, “Let’s just split the bill down the middle”. I was livid but said nothing. I paid 120.00 for a tostado and a drink. Never again.
To my mind, there are social rules here … if it’s a smallish group (6 to 8), known to each other, with no others smuggled in, in a welcome, bonhomie way … if it’s a regular group, everyone is there to eat a main and dessert maybe, same number of drinks, if the place is a known-known, not a ripoff joint … then ok … it will always cost more than what it would have cost your gal and you, say. It will always be somewhat more but the company is good.
No-nos though, for me, is some guy suddenly saying he’d pay on his card, you all give him cash for your amount … that one’s not too bad. But the lady’s example above … nah … no way known, group’s way too big for that for a start.
Then there’s always the spiv who knows his group dynamics and they end up paying for him. Then there’s the “buying a round” scam at the bar. Every regular drinker knows to get his round in early, as others are going to drift in later. I think it’s the scamming I object to most, the smarta*** behaviour of that one thinking he’s oh so cool and clever.
With your own gal or one you have your eye on … different rules of course … over and above the call of duty … but again within reason. Again … you sort of know when she’s trying it on. On the other hand, you have to show willing.
Don’t know about you but I really dislike groups above six, four is best (over and above candlelit twosome of course). Any group more than six, count me out, until it gets up to cocktail party size … thirty, fifty, one hundred … different rules.
