Of Course They Were Nice People

The children of Cain project qualities onto others that they themselves demonstrate but cannot admit to.

Why would Abel do anything other than cherish his children? It is not Abel who had the problems. It was Cain. Abel was the good son. Abel's wife was the good woman. Abel and his wife would love their children more than they loved themselves, many times over. That's the way it is supposed to work. It only breaks down when you start to look at Homo Sapiens. That's when things stop making sense.

A good example is warfare. All Sapiens does is start wars. What sort of man that loves his children approves of war in strange lands and sends his children to fight in these weird battles that never seem to have any real purpose later on? What is wrong with Homo Sapiens?

Everything.

PACK YOUR RICE. ITZ COMING.

Powderkeg in the Ukraine with all the players moving to their marks on the stage.

Only a strong America can prevail. America isn't strong anymore. It won't prevail.

MH370 SOLVED

The pilot had a custom simulator at home and it appears he was practicing to land at Diego Garcia.

I knew it. Where else was that plane going to land when it was last seen in that part of the ocean?

Diego Garcia.

The 'Stain wanted those Freescale engineers.

I knew it. The 'Stain has an army of cointel agitproppers flooding the airwaves with lunatic talk about black holes and alien abductions.

The truth is simple. They landed at Diego Garcia.

Shows you how sloppy they are. They should have told the dumb bastard to remove his hard drive the morning he was due to fly out. Leaving it behind configured and set to this destination is almost as bad as the Sandy Hook girls with 3 meter octopus arms.

The Jackboots Of Tyrants

Free speech is only permitted in designated zones now in the 'Stain

Sounds like a really bad dystopian science fiction story. It isn't.

Tonight I was watching Stephen Colbert with my son and we listened to a politician trying to help legalize cockfighting in the U.S. as an officially recognised sport. I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. One of the things that has always distinguished the U.S. from backward, barbaric nations is cockfighting. I guess since all those people have immigrated, they might as well make the sport legal.

I flipped through a couple channels after it was over, just idly looking to see if anything was on I could stomach to watch but it was …

… gaymarriage gaymarriagegaymarriage gaymarriagegaymarriagegay marriage gaymarriagegaymarriage gaymarriagegaymarriage gaymarriage gaymarriagegaymarriage gaymarriage gaymarriagegaymarriage gaymarriagegaymarriage gaymarriagegaymarriagegaymarriage …

… on every channel. Some channels were running dramas or cop shows or reality shows, it didn't matter, somehow the subject of all of them managed to get steered around to gaymarriage or gay concerns or gaybies or gay families or coming out or gay courage in the face of oppression or gaymarriage.

I mean … everything. Saturation. I tried to turn it to some neutral programming but within seconds it came up in somebody's speech or dialogue. Apparently, it is the only subject on earth as far as the people who own and craft television content are concerned. Right now, anyway. Probably in ten years it will be bestiality or marriage rights for men and farm animals. That is the next "frontier" after this one.

On one channel, some guy accused of polygamy in the Mormon church was explaining that if gay marriage was going to be legal then it is ridiculous to try to enforce monogamy. They were all catcalling him and telling him that was absurd but of course it wasn't. It was completely reasonable and next logical social bulwark that will collapse, obviously. After that, all the floodgates will open.

Something will give soon. It won't go on like this much longer. Then it will get really ugly. Time to open those FEMA camps and some state law enforcement will probably be their first inmates.

The decay that Rome took 150+ years to experience slowly has been traversed by the 'Stain inside of a single decade. Somebody is in a real hurry to tie up the loose ends.

Remember all those promises about globalism introducing a world of prosperity and plenty? All lies. Every word of it. Centralized economic management doesn't work. The world had freer trade in the 1900's than it has ever had in the past century. The only responsibility of the government is to enforce contracts and punish embezzlers, thieves and crooks. When they got rid of the Glass-Steagall act in 1998 and the other western countries followed, they threw open the barn door to international finance to literally steal the Western world blind. They took everything and their losses were paid off by the governments themselves. Insane. Makes cockfighting look fairly rational in comparison. The governments themselves have been the biggest enablers of organised crime, opening their own bank vaults to their predations.

Last person out of Western civilisation remember to check that the pilot is off and the lights are out.

Survival Biscuits and Famine

It seems approximately one million years ago that my old friend Pat Kinney and I discovered a tin of civil defence crackers in the basement behind the band room at Lincoln High School in Nebraska.

We trembled slightly opening it, feeling the powerful Cold War apocalyptic magic coming off it. The tin was rusted and looked like it had been forgotten back there years ago. Within a couple of feet there was a FALLOUT SHELTER metal sign screwed to the back of the concrete wall. We managed to perch on top of a pile of metal chairs and divided the biscuits into two neat stacks. There was just barely enough light trickling through the vent to the band pit to see what we were doing.

We both tried to imagine what it would be like after a nuclear war, cramped inside this awful excuse for a civil defence shelter (really nothing but a crawlspace ventilation conduit beneath the school) to have nothing to eat but these biscuits. Both of us understood just how poorly the United States was prepared for nuclear war and this can we held in our hands summarised the extent to which they had given it any serious thought. We imagined what it might be like to sit there in darkness eating these biscuits and trying to tune a jimmy-rigged longwave radio to WGU-20 to hear about the recovery efforts, decontamination zones and casualty reports by city across the country. We could hear the signal coming from a radio network (DIDS) that was never put into operation. Too expensive. Too much trouble to go to for civilians. It would have been incredible. Even smoke detectors would have WGU-20 devices built into them to monitor the signals from the Federal Government.

The crackers were surprisingly good. A bit tough but with a nice baked flavour considering they had been in storage there since 1963 (the year I was born) according to the can date.

Here's the funny thing. In a famine following a nuclear war, these crackers with clean water (we never found any water drums back there) would almost certainly keep you alive quite a while. What was also amazing was the palatability of the biscuits. They managed to retain some taste and texture after 10+ years in storage in less than optimum conditions (moldy cellar). Those of you who know anything about food storage know that is pretty impressive. Better storage food can last much longer and taste far better but not too shabby for a government job. These biscuits were designed to excel and endure in all situations, not just temperature controlled dry environments.

Ordinary people didn't know what real hunger feels like. (Neither did I at the time.) They didn't know that these biscuits upon which they heaped so much scorn as a half-measure, would in fact be the best thing they ever tasted in their lives after three days without a solid meal. They would be very interested to know the biscuits could be ground into flour and used in bread, cakes and as fillers to bulk out other foodstuffs. People normally don't understand any of these things until they are really hungry.

Somehow, sitting there in 1974 eating those biscuits it made a permanent and lasting impression on me. I never forgot that moment and I knew it would stay with me forever when I was putting those biscuits in my mouth. Pat and I had a sense of just how ugly survival after the bomb could get and we knew those biscuits were probably one of the most brilliant innovations to ever come out of the U.S. Civil Defense program. We were the only ones who had cared to even pick up that tin in over a decade and we knew what we were holding was important even if the rest of the population did not. Having hardened food like this to source after the apocalypse would be the difference between life and death by starvation.

P.S. Yes, my old friend Pat Kinney became a globo-warmthinkist. What is really amusing is that when we were going to school, Pat was lauded as a savant and clearly gifted student where I was largely ignored as some kind of slack-jawed, feebleminded village idiot he had picked up as a sidekick/gimp. It was only later in life that the truth came out - I had a clinically tested IQ of 183 and was probably the brightest person who had ever attended Lincoln or for that matter, any other school I was in during my chaotic and transient childhood. Nobody knew it back then. Most people I know think the same of me today - I'm a shuffling, dribbling dullard who probably should be under the care of a nurse. To be honest, I have always liked it. I know how Clark Kent feels about anonymity. It is good to be ignored and overlooked by others. It is much underrated and often the path of least resistance. If people find out you are an exceptional person and do not agree with their peculiar politics it enrages them and makes them hate you a lot. Nobody cares what a village idiot thinks on any subject and a cretin is merely despised.

P.P.S. My wife said Pat looks fifty plus years old in his photo and I still look somewhat like an adolescent at 50. I think if Pat saw me he would be convinced I was ageing in reverse like Benjamin Buttons. (Pat has a 12 year old photo up there now, that was at 40 it was taken. Today at 52 it looks like Pat is going on 92) Neanderthals mature much more slowly than Homo Sapiens. If I lost a little weight and didn't have some gray at my temples nobody would peg me older than early 20s. Somebody suggested I still looked like the sort of guy who might be asked for his ID if I tried to buy alcohol. Funny thing is somehow, I sensed this when Pat and I were 12 years old. I knew Pat's kind would age more rapidly than my kind. You could feel it. It was that obvious. A lot of kids I saw when they reached 18 they were already beginning to wrinkle and leather. It is almost like Sapiens were never exposed to natural sunlight in their evolutionary history. My kind were standing as fully developed hominids underneath Earth's Sun for a million years. It doesn't trigger Methuselah Syndrome in us when sunlight hits us. That's rational and what you would expect. Sapiens, on the other hand … something just isn't right there.

Find Friends on Facebook

The best place to plot insurrection is on Facebook.

Nobody will ever think to look there.

I am sure this is totally real.

Good and Bad News

Banker dead. Also, with therapy it may be possible for allergic children to eat some nuts. Scientists are still studying the question of whether or not therapy will enable them to eat bankers. This way at least the bankers could then serve some useful purpose on the planet.

This idiot managed to kill his own family on his way out, proving that bankers cause grief to everybody they know right up to the minute they get spaded under, at which time they are moved beneath the column reading "Good Banker."

How can you tell the difference between a dead banker in the middle of the road and a dead dog in the middle of the road? Skid marks in front of the dog. Reverse tracks after the banker.

I only saw one man in my life who knew how to deal with bankers and here he is :

UK Police Pretend To Catch Another Minnow

While all the whales swim past

You can see the guys are hot on the trail of the big ringleaders. They are going to work their way up the pyramid to the top, which should take over one thousand years at the current rate of progress.

Meanwhile Jimmy Savile's entire entourage is living it up and drinking champagne. They are certain to die in warm beds of natural causes.

I would bet you I could work there for six months and catch nearly every single pedophile in Britain. The secret is to bust the top and work your way down in the opposite direction to the minnows. Start by putting a ram through the gate at Buckingham Palace and you will find you are hacking at the root of the tree of evil. The top guys have all the links to their cabal. You could follow the trail to every cell one at a time.

The only reason to work at the other end of the hierarchy is you are just pretending to care about catching anyone.

P.S. "City of London" IP hit within seconds of posting this. Somebody has got a heuristic 'bot watching this site for keywords, at least one of which is "Savile." Had not seen it show up for weeks until that moment. Awww, guys, it is flattering but at the end of the day I am just some harmless crank in Australia nobody in their right mind would take seriously. I don't even take myself seriously. A crank with 3 million hits on his site over the past ten years but nevertheless, a crank.

Ghostery - Tracking The Spooks In Your Machine

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