Cologne Firefight

 

Could it be that we've mentally blocked the prospect of war, industrial scale war, from our collective unconscious? You know why, too horrible to behold. That in mind, why is England, with its mighty 150, snerk, tank fleet baying for war against Russia? Why, for that matter, is anyone. 

Surely it doesn't have to do with money. In the meanwhile, it looks like the Russkie's aren't going to fold anytime soon, which is weird because we were going to take Donbass, Crimea and Moscow by the end of the summer.

Of course I know nothing, but I do know this: Viz. Napoleon and Hitler failed. Do you think we'd be any different? Well, sure, we are different. We're LGBTQAI+, which makes us so much moar force lethal.

Cheers,

LSP

Hitler's Voice In Private

 

note slack Sam Browne

This, as far as I know, is the only recording of Der Fuhrer's conversational voice. Hitler's speaking with Baron Carl Gustaf Emil Mannerheim, famed Finnish military leader and inveterate enemy of the Red Bolshevik menace. Here's the recording:

I won't comment except to say haunting and salutary. History, they tell us, doesn't repeat but it most certainly does rhyme. 

In related news, Russia's apparently churning out tanks and associated munitions after an hiatus of several decades. We, on the other hand, are gleefully indicting 45 who was, let the record show, a Russian spy in the pay of the Kremlin. A veritable GRU agent, so let's hear it, DC and Georgia, you defenders of our great constitutional so totally not a banana republic.

That said, those dam Kremlins get everywhere and how dare they persist in an industrial proxy war with their own local means of production? You know, like actual tank factories and steel mills situated in their own country. Do they not have the sense to off-shore for profit and best burgeoning bank accounts, sorry, Blackrock Larry Fink Benefit all 'round? Apparently not.

Your Friend,

LSP

A Short Reflection

 

We were driving from Wooton near Woodstock to Oxford, and I was a precocious 8 year old. "What was it like," I asked the driver, doubtless some kind of prof, "at the end of the war?" He replied, "The Germans, even in retreat, were incredibly disciplined," I was struck by that.

And here's the thing, and it played a part in my decision to join up, the people of my age now were, back in the '70s and '80s, WWII vets. They'd been through it, that awful, cataclysmic fight. And here we are again, baying for blood in the name of... what?

Transgender rights? No, that's a risible rainbow smokescreen. How about massive amounts of money flowing to and from the MIC to our beloved rulers of whatever party. Pay up, serf, so we can be richer and you'll get the consolation prize of a tranny bathroom. Or die, at the front.

Cheers,

LSP