Don’t bother reading here if you expect conventional
history. This is forensics story telling.
no, not OMD, OMG. Operational Maneuver Group.
What interests me is that there were three instruments
available to the allies that could actually achieve their given operational
tasks during the Big One compliant with theory and doctrine.
This could actually do by 1943 the pinpoint attacks that the theory required. Ever
wonder why they never were allowed to? Did they lack that special load of
around Upkeep’s weight?
Who had the theory working like clock work by 1944. Everything in place, the transports,
the airframes, the shore bombardment and the doctrine. Yet they never hit the
beach in Kyushu and then got disbanded
These guys were on their most important mission and the previous 4 years of
honing their OMG skills and equipment meant that they could pull it off. Then
dust off the old schedule from 1941 to be in Oporto for lunch.
So what has this got to do with the price of cheese then I
hear you wonder?
Well let us get back to the Big Three at Yalta and the problems they faced with human
memory. Despite the fact that the air over Germany was a pall, despite the fact
that the human pyre that were German cities still burned, despite the fact that
the Soviets had sent all liberated persons from the USSR to the gulag and any
freed Soviet troops captured and still alive, despite the fact that the nation
that was Nazi Germany would not be formally surrendered, despite the fact that
a final game was going to be played out between Roosevelt, Churchill and
Stalin, still there was the problem of the crime scene started in 1905 and
those who still remembered.
As an aside, a long time ago I watched the first run of the
Olivier narrated History of the Second World War; The World at War, one of the
episodes concerned the heroic siege of Leningrad.
Hero city. Three long years of struggle. Millions dead. Well I’ll bet Stalin
just loved having the old imperial capital, full of counter revolutionaries and
enemies of the people trashed by his buddy in crime Herr Uberschtrudel. A 3
year siege just suited him to the ground, let frost and starvation do them in
and let the NKVD spend its time scaring the shit out of the front line and the
So our three big wigs have three problems to take care of.
1. Too many Germans still alive who know what was going on
out in the crime scene east of the Vistula.
2. Too many displaced ethnics who fought the Soviets east of
the Vistula and their dependents now having flown to the part of Europe being occupied by Allied Armies west.
3. Too many decent men in the people’s armies and air forces
that will have no truck with war crimes being carried out in peace time.
I will expand the last point first since it is independent
of the first two.
I once saw a cartoon which depicted the given historical
problem at the end of WW2. The catch line was something along the line “The
problem is how to fit this”. In the background is a massive machine representing
the wartime economy and two blokes, one holding a machine part, are wondering
how to insert the part and convert the massive machine to a peace time economy.
Imagine if you will that you are a Brit conscript in the Army of the Rhine in 1945. You know what happened last time since
your dad/uncles told you all about the betrayal. You intend to change things
politically and never let it happen again. And you do.
However you were supposed to do that, change things, because
you had to be gotten out of uniform pronto since crimes against the German
population, which you would not stomach, are about to be rolled out. A fully
professional army is a much harder thing and will obey.
Have you ever seen the vast bomber fields of parked
B17s/B24s that stopped flying immediately Germany stopped the gunfire and
sniper? Again the good ‘ol God fearin’ boys would not have cooperated and Two
of the Big Three certainly did not want any more witnesses to take care of and
off. Demob was immediate.
The first two are grouped under the term “witnesses”. These
people saw who did what in the lands east of the Vistula
and their memory was a danger to the fable about to be directed and produced
from bankster central, RCE/NY.
So I’ll bet at Yalta Uncle Joe was told he’d get his natives
back to kill and then there would be a
quarantine curtain dropped across Europe so that the memory of what happened in
the East could die off, as well as be liquidated in the gulags. You’ll notice
that all the crap about the Holohoax came out of Uncle Joe’s unreal world on
his side of the great iron quarantine curtain.
The German population in the west was to be killed off by
neglect and malice aforethought by professional hit men, economic and military.
You do not spend 2000 years looking for a chance to destroy a civilisation and
then not take the chance when you finally have taken over their soil.
So you are no doubt scratching your head and looking around
you wondering WTF are you on about? UKplc is a service economy slave state and
the Krauts are wealthy beyond avarice. We’ll discuss that further at a later
date. Suffice to say that if you know exactly what happened in the labour
camps, if you know what the SchutzStaffel under Himmler really had planned, if
you know what the terror that was imposed on Russia was all about then I would
concur with what the late Bob Chapman used to say about the whole crime scene. TPTB
were prototyping their plans. Remember all this crime scene was made hermetic
behind the great quarantine curtain.
One further thought comes to mind about Yalta. Running over the top of the whole
process there must have been the Apiru making sure their three assets were
compliant but also giving two separate missions to their two systems.
And with that we need to look at the famous army of General
George S. Patton Jr.
I have been rather quiet and reflective recently. Two
reasons. I’ve been contemplating whilst catching up on my Steven Seagal movies.
It is summertime and I’ve been pissed. Just to clear that last one up, I don’t
mean pissed in the Steven Seagal sense, I mean pished in the best Buckfast
For the past three weeks the secretive squirrel and I have
been conducting a debate about what the Hong Kong Phooey is going on. Man have
we burned a load of Qs and sunk a shed load of fermented vegetable matter.
After all that incandescent hot air we have not changed our
respective view points though. The ss believes the buggers are too thick to
orchestrate it all and that it is just a massive car crash that no one notices
whilst going about their lawful business. His unspoken thesis, which I agree
with, is that it is really our fault.
Your correspondent, as you know, sees the hidden hand. The
slow hidden hand with centuries to waste on its progress to the reunification
of mankind under a sterile and empty mens Pike, again. The main dialectic
though is that the hand was given to us. Engineered to fit us and that is why
we cannot see it. We are born innocent.
Last evening we had throttled back from the Lille local
blondes and as we sank our final cidre, yes we like French brew, and rattled
the coals, I resolved to tidy up a few loose ends here since the whole Q’ing exercise
had in fact clarified a couple of things that have been nagging at me for a
little while now.
Firstly though a little vignette from two weekends ago.
Having been Q’ing for over an hour and throwing the
accelerant around, as well as the blonde, with glee, BTW youz gotsta be careful
there otherwise the veggies smell like napalm in the morning, I parked myself
with The ss, Mrs The ss, Mrs INCOMING!!!!!!! and dropped a great big 2iC
moment. The table was laden with the finest carcinogenic, carbonised, charcoal
grilled, sublimated remains of pork, chicken, beef, alligator and emu. Some petroleum
jellied, soapy veggies were to hand as an aside. Then I dropped the classic
line whilst cracking a Bow “Of course all the trouble in the Mid-East, like Syria, is the
Well the Air Cavalry veggie problem was quickly forgotten.
“What?” was the universal response.
Well, I quickly realised that I was no longer Q’ing under
the LTMA in the rain, enjoying the heat, thinking about what I was going to say
to you guys who get the short hand, I was dealing with novices who believe in
So I had to explain that the GGT is the BBC, covert spying
and ops, and that where ever they go dead people remain.
Take Boorman and Obi Wan on their bikes, dead people. Under UN cover. Tunisia, Libya, Egypt,
Sudan, Uganda etc. Etc.
Take Top Gear delivering their baby Jesus, dead people.