Friday, March 13, 2026

Wars And Rumours Of Wars


Well all the talk now is about false flag operations. If I understand the plan and the pattern, a bunch a people are about to die in some horrible inhumane tragedy… and it’ll all be staged and fake. Our own leaders will set up the kill, make sure the press is ready - and … BOOM! A bomb goes off, moms and babies dead all over the place - and the finger will sure to point at the Iranians. We’ll get spun up to wipe Iran off the face of the earth - y’all know the script.

I dunno what to think of it, myself. Problem is… that why would “they” bother? We know how moslems roll. When they aren’t happy, they pick up guns and start shooting. Hammer out a peace deal…and the slightest little hiccup is cause to pick up guns and bombs and start shooting. The fuckers don’t care who they shoot at either. We’re all jews to them. How do ya tell a false flag from a real terror strike? And these days I totally get why they want to kill jews. I’m sick and tired of those guys myself, to be honest. I think they’re both animals and they can just kill each other with my compliments.

Not trying to make light of the conspiritards - I’m one myself. I’ll guarantee-damn-tee ya that somewhere within the halls of the mossad or CIA that someone, somewhere… has at least thought about it. Further… I’ll bet there’s operations and back up operations on standby if the main one fails. It’s what I would do if I was an evil SOB without a conscience. 

But Blumpf’s a guy we can deal with. What about a false flag event that we can ALL enjoy? What a novel concept!


Of course… THAT would probably have everyone 
wanting an Ayatollah instead of a president!

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Thursday, March 12, 2026

If I had It To Do Again

 



My wife and I were in that same situation 41 years ago. A few years younger than her, maybe.  I wasn’t ready to grow up yet either. And gawd we went through some hard times. My family ended badly, but the wife and I ended up reasonably well. The bible and classical stoicism tell us that you don’t compare yourself to others. We are all on different paths.  I coulda done what that young man did. My wife could have made different decisions than she did too.

Years ago during a hunting trip, the father in law and I were sitting by the campfire. He confided in me and said he wished he’d divorced his wife and kids and walked away long ago. I didn’t say anything… what can you say to something like that? I wish now he’d never said it. But I understood. 

If I had known my daughter was going to do the things she did… would I have stuck around? Would I have pressured my wife to have an abortion? The younger version of me would have - in a flat second. If the younger me knew what was in store I woulda gone on a killing spree!!! HAR HAR HAR!!!

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But the current version of myself is far more mellowed out. Breaking the rules, I look at others and compare. Status means nothing to me in sizing things up. The world is filled with wealthy alpha males with trophy wives and fast cars and none of them are fit to shine shoes in a whore house. I measure by value. And I assess that value differently than others might too. Given our times, the influences, the people in our lives… I think we did alright? I’m content, anyways. Sure, things could always be better but they could be a helluva lot worse too. 

I wish these two the best of luck. They’re going to need it.

Alert Tiny And General Aesop - At Once!!!! You're All Gonna DIIIIEEEE!!!!

 


I'm gonna be alright of course - my tinfoil helmet will reflect the eeeevil mind rays! And I will laugh as all you retards die hideously after mocking and deriding my superior intellect!!! HAR HAR HAR!!!

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Seriously... this one has me fuzzbared. I dunno what to make of it. I have been trying to shore up my technical background on ham radios and to do that I have had to deep dive into foundational physics to truly understand what in hell is going on. It's one thing to manipulate numbers and rattle them off on a computer or calculator and trust everything to black boxes but to truly understand what's going on, I personally have to be able to visualize it. This rapidly becomes a can of friken worms. Fact is my command of higher mathematics has degraded over time too. Take the following with some very LARGE grains of salt. I am out of my depth.

Weapons like these are theoretically possible. The problems - as I understand them - are wave propagation and dissipation. It’s going to take a shit ton of power and waste heat to project the waves, and any fog, dust, tree cover, buildings - are going to attenuate them. To compromise them you don’t have to block them…you can merely deflect them. (That’s basically what the early F-111stealth fighter plane did - it was basically a flying triangle. Radar bounced off them but never back at the emitter and receiver - much like a bullet ricochet).

So. Is this the new terror weapon coming from the same deranged minds that produced the deadly and largely fictitious Ukranian Seeking Autonomous Crapcopters? 

From a theoretical standpoint these weapons are possible. Practically…? Uggghhhh. When they black bagged Maduro out of Venezuela - they got him in his own country, in his own fortress, surrounded by his own heavily armed squaddies. They reported symptoms similar to those that such weapons produced. The Deltas made a very, very rare public appearance. You never see those guys unless they want you too. They got in, and got out - without a single casualty. WITH two prisoners. I’m sorry, those guys may be good… but that good…? It’s well known that they play with tech that won’t be seen by the general public for decades. 

I don’t see any (theoretical) reason these weapons couldn’t be turned on this new breed of cheap fixed wing drones either. Those actually have a chance of seriously changing the battle space, and a counter to them has to be a top priority for the R&D eggheads. Could this be it? 

100 years ago my grandad was a 16 year old  in the trenches in Fwance and facing a new Satan spawned weapon called the machine gun. One of his closest friends was killed by it. When he finally got back home, squaddies with eye and lung injuries from poison gas were a dime a dozen. No one had ever seen weapons like that before. This lethal game of one-upmanship continues apace.

The world is changing. At the moment…I think these weapons may finally exist. 

 

Retard Ramble - Teasing


The sun is so bright this time of year. The li’l stream that feeds the moat around Dawg Island started to run. The rabbits have just the tiniest bit of brown showing up on their white fur and are pairing up. The geese are back and a few squirrels are out. The Niglet is happy but it’s still too cold for the Bag Biter. Some of the stubfarts are starting plants indoors. Is it early spring yet? Gotta be getting close!



I’ve been puzzled by the Niglet lately. She seems so shiny lately and her fur is so soft. I don’t groom or bathe her at all… she’s very clean and keeps herself that way… the wife says it’s because she’s always stealing the little one’s food. It says on the bag of puppy chow that it makes for glossy coats. I always thought it was BS … but baby food seems to agree with her, maybe? 

Maybe I should try it too… πŸ€”

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

Take This Accurate Scientific Psychology Test

 


I am chaotically good.
The wife is truly neutral

Angels And Demons

 

How to deal with the jewish Messiah when it arrives

- Talking Head

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Ahhhhhhhhh….. HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!!! I am going straight to hell! No bones about it either! It surely MUST have been a helluva night in Israel, eh? HAR HAR HAR!!!

But here we go again, eh? I’m seeing all kinds of crap about how Israel got totally pasted, “oh the poor, poor joooooooooos!!!”. Then ya see the vids of Iran blasted into a post apocalypse hellscape. It’s so depressing and predictable. The jews eat babies, the arabs fornicate with goats, and we are played like fools by both sides. It’s hard not to lose your faith watching this crap. 

All that’s left is blasphemy and dark humour.

What Would You Write? 🀨

 

This is a cafΓ© in Paris where you can write a letter to your future self, and they’ll mail it to you one, five or twenty years later. πŸ’Œ CafΓ© Pli, France πŸ‡«πŸ‡·

- Muse

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It surely must be a “chick thing”? The reason I say so is that I just draw a complete blank with it. Maybe it’s too early in the morn? Maybe it’s that third chromosome of mine kicking in? Writing a letter to your past self would be a cake walk. Whadda ya say to your future self?

Dear Filthie,

Sorry for everything. I didn’t know any better.

Actually,  scratch that; it was fun, every second of it and I’d do it again. Screw you!

Get stuffed,

Glen