Wednesday 22 August 2012

Monday 6 August 2012

Diaspora DisApiru Nosferatu

No reflection on his uncharacteristic DNAshadow.

Ever wondered where they are millennia ago?

Which rapine scene they flower. Statement; not question, fUl’d and fooled puppet.

Never seen nothing, have you, slave?

The Apiru are coming for U now in your dreams.

How do you see them?

Apiru appear without signature shadow and kill you.

What is their real handle?

Can you anime it?

Friday 3 August 2012

Corps Crop Rotation or a prelude to Part 13 of the Bomb Line; Part 5

Don’t bother reading here if you expect conventional history. This is forensics story telling.

OMG; 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 lot. 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?

This lot. 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 immediately.

This lot. 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 gulags.

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.

Thursday 2 August 2012

Corps Crop Return to me softly. The Bomb Line Ended.

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 sense.

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 GGT’s doing”.

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 unreality.

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.

Well that got a ribald old hoot that did.

Don’t you get it?