Monday [5 to 10]

(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.

Sunday [11 till close of play]

(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.

Sunday [10]

(1129)

 

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.

Sunday [5 to 9]

(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.

Sunday [1 to 4]

(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:

https://twitter.com/thinktankfranks/status/1857818082040799290

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.]