Showing posts with label history rhymes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history rhymes. Show all posts

Friday, August 18, 2023

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

Saturday, March 4, 2023

History Rhymes

 

a cautionary tale


Years ago I used to get a ride into Oxford from Wootton, near Woodstock, in a half-timbered Morris Minor. "What was it like, at the end of war?" I asked the driver. He paused and, doubtless taking pity on me because I was eight years old and a child replied. "They were incredibly disciplined, even in retreat," and on we drove.

Pan to the Bakhmut pocket. Do you think, mind-band punters, that history rhymes? Russian guns, it seems, are a constant, as is the West's perennial push to take out and own Moscow. All hail the Panzers. We nearly got there in '41, and then we didn't, Rudel and Wittman notwithstanding.


Stuka Rudel

Today? The West finds itself on exactly the wrong side of the bet it's wagered everything on. Viz. We'll never, ever, ever have to fight a conventional war again ever again and after all, all those immigrant votes don't come cheap. Doubt me? Just examine the risible state of UKLF.

Whatever and oops, 30,000++ shells a day argue otherwise, all you Ivy League, OxBridge morons. And here's a thought, maybe you'd be better off organizing tranny pantomime than FORPOL. 


Panzer Whittman

In the meanwhile, Bakhmut's heading for a fall, despite Russia's lack of ammunition, computer chips, fighting ability, supply lines, common sense, people, slavic idiocy, corruption, washing machines,  (enough - Ed.).

So, and with utter respect to the fallen on both sides, perhaps history rhymes.

Best,

LSP