I was hoping to use this place as a reference, too.
Some people just can't understand our kind of humor. It's like mimes.
Well, at least I got this gig coming up at at the school white sale. Time to get out the old dunking cage. I'm willing to do anything as long as I don't have to go back to robbing people while naked using crocodiles.
VAULT DWELLERS SERVED
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Saturday, August 20, 2016
World War III : 4th Generation Science Fiction Superweapons
... all fielded by Russia and China.
The losers who run the Western world will never admit their childlike 1960's technology has been eclipsed overnight by the Russians and Chinese. Those who do are essentially announcing their surrender in advance.
Exterminated by lego blocks - the engineers behind these new weapons are thinking so far ahead that we will admit something for the first time on Vault-Co in sixteen years on the internet. Lately when reading about these developments and talking to contacts I have in Australia, I am convinced that some of these military thinkers in Russia and China are actually ahead of me mentally in foreseeing the next step in weapons evolution. All the speculations of the wildest science fiction writers about Doomsday weapons in the 1950's are coming true.
I confess that I did not think that we would see unarmed flying battering rams in our lifetime only carrying nuclear payloads that flew at hypersonic speed. I thought World War III would arrive before the technology got that far. The truth is that it is already way beyond that point. I never dreamed that these unmanned drones might be completely autonomous and even handling their own evasive maneuvers. This is one of the first steps towards Skynet and a war fought completely by intelligent machines.
Assume the cobalt death shroud because it is going to happen. The final resort was always assumed to be the United State's last defense if all else failed.
Meanwhile in the United States the ICBMs have long ago rusted in their silos and the population is mostly occupied watching Ru Paul's Drag Race. Most of them would not know about anything happening outside the idiot box that is designed for the occupation and conquest of their minds. That war is already long over.
Friday, August 19, 2016
Bad Guy's Grip Is Fading Fast
Took a little too long to proliferate and started to collapse on itself as do all systems built on falsehoods.
As we have said on Vault-Co previously ... all regimes that become too successful immediately begin to sow the seeds of their own destruction. The foundations of the whacky world of the Frankfurt school are disintegrating from their own sheer uselessness to any living thing. It takes increasingly larger sums of money to convince people that things are real that are not real.
This is the reason we think they will turn to more extreme measures. The elites do not give up that easily and they will not give up their dream of global "government" that easily. I predict this game will go right into sudden death overtime as we have described it here over the past 15 years.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
About George
The truth is more incredible than any fiction.
A billionaire puppet master super-villain right out of a James Bond movie.
This is gigantic, headline 24 hour news. It is colossal, unbelievable corruption.
The lead story in most media worldwide today was about the threat of Yellow Fever. When did yellow fever become a threat? Yesterday when the leaked Soros story hit the mass media.
You could hear a pin drop anywhere on Earth inside a news room. Not a word about George Soros.
There is a prima facie case here for busting up news monopolies on every continent and bringing in new anti-cartel regulation like most Western nations had for a 100 years before the Murdoch machine got it all dissolved in the 90's. The media is clearly owned by one single interest and the public is not being served - they are being manipulated.
The liberty of the press is indeed essential to the nature of a free state: but this consists in laying no previous restraints upon publications, and not in freedom from censure for criminal matter when published. Every freeman has an undoubted right to lay what sentiments he pleases before the public: to forbid this, is to destroy the freedom of the press: but if he publishes what is improper, mischievous, or illegal, he must take the consequence of his own temerity. To subject the press to the restrictive power of a licenser, as was formerly done, both before and since the revolution, is to subject all freedom of sentiment to the prejudices of one man, and make him the arbitrary and infallible judge of all controverted points in learning, religion, and government. But to punish (as the law does at present) any dangerous or offensive writings, which, when published, shall on a fair and impartial trial be adjudged of a pernicious tendency, is necessary for the preservation of peace and good order, of government and religion, the only solid foundations of civil liberty. Thus the will of individuals is still left free; the abuse only of that free will is the object of legal punishment. Neither is any restraint hereby laid upon freedom of thought or enquiry: liberty of private sentiment is still left; the disseminating, or making public, of bad sentiments, destructive of the ends of society, is the crime which society corrects. A man (says a fine writer on this subject) may be allowed to keep poisons in his closet, but not publicly to vend them as cordials. And to this we may add, that the only plausible argument heretofore used for restraining the just freedom of the press, "that it was necessary to prevent the daily abuse of it," will entirely lose it's force, when it is shewn (by a seasonable exertion of the laws) that the press cannot be abused to any bad purpose, without incurring a suitable punishment: whereas it never can be used to any good one, when under the control of an inspector. So true will it be found, that to censure the licentiousness, is to maintain the liberty, of the press.
William Blackstone, (Commentaries on the Laws of England, 1765-1769), Book the Fourth: Of Public Wrongs, page 151-152.
A billionaire puppet master super-villain right out of a James Bond movie.
This is gigantic, headline 24 hour news. It is colossal, unbelievable corruption.
The lead story in most media worldwide today was about the threat of Yellow Fever. When did yellow fever become a threat? Yesterday when the leaked Soros story hit the mass media.
You could hear a pin drop anywhere on Earth inside a news room. Not a word about George Soros.
There is a prima facie case here for busting up news monopolies on every continent and bringing in new anti-cartel regulation like most Western nations had for a 100 years before the Murdoch machine got it all dissolved in the 90's. The media is clearly owned by one single interest and the public is not being served - they are being manipulated.
The liberty of the press is indeed essential to the nature of a free state: but this consists in laying no previous restraints upon publications, and not in freedom from censure for criminal matter when published. Every freeman has an undoubted right to lay what sentiments he pleases before the public: to forbid this, is to destroy the freedom of the press: but if he publishes what is improper, mischievous, or illegal, he must take the consequence of his own temerity. To subject the press to the restrictive power of a licenser, as was formerly done, both before and since the revolution, is to subject all freedom of sentiment to the prejudices of one man, and make him the arbitrary and infallible judge of all controverted points in learning, religion, and government. But to punish (as the law does at present) any dangerous or offensive writings, which, when published, shall on a fair and impartial trial be adjudged of a pernicious tendency, is necessary for the preservation of peace and good order, of government and religion, the only solid foundations of civil liberty. Thus the will of individuals is still left free; the abuse only of that free will is the object of legal punishment. Neither is any restraint hereby laid upon freedom of thought or enquiry: liberty of private sentiment is still left; the disseminating, or making public, of bad sentiments, destructive of the ends of society, is the crime which society corrects. A man (says a fine writer on this subject) may be allowed to keep poisons in his closet, but not publicly to vend them as cordials. And to this we may add, that the only plausible argument heretofore used for restraining the just freedom of the press, "that it was necessary to prevent the daily abuse of it," will entirely lose it's force, when it is shewn (by a seasonable exertion of the laws) that the press cannot be abused to any bad purpose, without incurring a suitable punishment: whereas it never can be used to any good one, when under the control of an inspector. So true will it be found, that to censure the licentiousness, is to maintain the liberty, of the press.
William Blackstone, (Commentaries on the Laws of England, 1765-1769), Book the Fourth: Of Public Wrongs, page 151-152.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Problem-Crisis-Solution-Extinction
John Holdren's book suggested manufacturing crisis from thin air and then introducing the population reduction mechanisms into the solution offered for the fake crisis. He was explicit in describing how easy it is too fool the average human being who can be trusted to forget the chronology of these problems. They would not be able to remember that the "problem" itself was caused when the "solution" was introduced. The "solution" itself would also cause further "problems" requiring further "solutions."
Until mankind was wiped out.
Friday, August 12, 2016
Repainting The Sign Over The Barn
Immune to RICO racketeering charges, the biggest organised crime gang of them all.
Like all of Napoleon's speeches, it was short and to the point. He too, he said, was happy that the period of misunderstanding was at an end. For a long time there had been rumours-circulated, he had reason to think, by some malignant enemy-that there was something subversive and even revolutionary in the outlook of himself and his colleagues. They had been credited with attempting to stir up rebellion among the animals on neighbouring farms. Nothing could be further from the truth! Their sole wish, now and in the past, was to live at peace and in normal business relations with their neighbours. This farm which he had the honour to control, he added, was a co-operative enterprise. The title-deeds, which were in his own possession, were owned by the pigs jointly.
He did not believe, he said, that any of the old suspicions still lingered, but certain changes had been made recently in the routine of the farm which should have the effect of promoting confidence stiff further. Hitherto the animals on the farm had had a rather foolish custom of addressing one another as "Comrade." This was to be suppressed. There had also been a very strange custom, whose origin was unknown, of marching every Sunday morning past a boar's skull which was nailed to a post in the garden. This, too, would be suppressed, and the skull had already been buried. His visitors might have observed, too, the green flag which flew from the masthead. If so, they would perhaps have noted that the white hoof and horn with which it had previously been marked had now been removed. It would be a plain green flag from now onwards.
He had only one criticism, he said, to make of Mr. Pilkington's excellent and neighbourly speech. Mr. Pilkington had referred throughout to "Animal Farm." He could not of course know-for he, Napoleon, was only now for the first time announcing it-that the name "Animal Farm" had been abolished. Henceforward the farm was to be known as "The Manor Farm"-which, he believed, was its correct and original name.
"Gentlemen," concluded Napoleon, "I will give you the same toast as before, but in a different form. Fill your glasses to the brim. Gentlemen, here is my toast: To the prosperity of The Manor Farm! "
There was the same hearty cheering as before, and the mugs were emptied to the dregs. But as the animals outside gazed at the scene, it seemed to them that some strange thing was happening. What was it that had altered in the faces of the pigs? Clover's old dim eyes flitted from one face to another. Some of them had five chins, some had four, some had three. But what was it that seemed to be melting and changing? Then, the applause having come to an end, the company took up their cards and continued the game that had been interrupted, and the animals crept silently away.
But they had not gone twenty yards when they stopped short. An uproar of voices was coming from the farmhouse. They rushed back and looked through the window again. Yes, a violent quarrel was in progress. There were shoutings, bangings on the table, sharp suspicious glances, furious denials. The source of the trouble appeared to be that Napoleon and Mr. Pilkington had each played an ace of spades simultaneously.
Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were all alike. No question, now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
- Animal Farm, George Orwell
Like all of Napoleon's speeches, it was short and to the point. He too, he said, was happy that the period of misunderstanding was at an end. For a long time there had been rumours-circulated, he had reason to think, by some malignant enemy-that there was something subversive and even revolutionary in the outlook of himself and his colleagues. They had been credited with attempting to stir up rebellion among the animals on neighbouring farms. Nothing could be further from the truth! Their sole wish, now and in the past, was to live at peace and in normal business relations with their neighbours. This farm which he had the honour to control, he added, was a co-operative enterprise. The title-deeds, which were in his own possession, were owned by the pigs jointly.
He did not believe, he said, that any of the old suspicions still lingered, but certain changes had been made recently in the routine of the farm which should have the effect of promoting confidence stiff further. Hitherto the animals on the farm had had a rather foolish custom of addressing one another as "Comrade." This was to be suppressed. There had also been a very strange custom, whose origin was unknown, of marching every Sunday morning past a boar's skull which was nailed to a post in the garden. This, too, would be suppressed, and the skull had already been buried. His visitors might have observed, too, the green flag which flew from the masthead. If so, they would perhaps have noted that the white hoof and horn with which it had previously been marked had now been removed. It would be a plain green flag from now onwards.
He had only one criticism, he said, to make of Mr. Pilkington's excellent and neighbourly speech. Mr. Pilkington had referred throughout to "Animal Farm." He could not of course know-for he, Napoleon, was only now for the first time announcing it-that the name "Animal Farm" had been abolished. Henceforward the farm was to be known as "The Manor Farm"-which, he believed, was its correct and original name.
"Gentlemen," concluded Napoleon, "I will give you the same toast as before, but in a different form. Fill your glasses to the brim. Gentlemen, here is my toast: To the prosperity of The Manor Farm! "
There was the same hearty cheering as before, and the mugs were emptied to the dregs. But as the animals outside gazed at the scene, it seemed to them that some strange thing was happening. What was it that had altered in the faces of the pigs? Clover's old dim eyes flitted from one face to another. Some of them had five chins, some had four, some had three. But what was it that seemed to be melting and changing? Then, the applause having come to an end, the company took up their cards and continued the game that had been interrupted, and the animals crept silently away.
But they had not gone twenty yards when they stopped short. An uproar of voices was coming from the farmhouse. They rushed back and looked through the window again. Yes, a violent quarrel was in progress. There were shoutings, bangings on the table, sharp suspicious glances, furious denials. The source of the trouble appeared to be that Napoleon and Mr. Pilkington had each played an ace of spades simultaneously.
Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were all alike. No question, now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
- Animal Farm, George Orwell
Panic In Killary's Kamp Kommando Strike Force
DNC Insider tells the truth.
There cannot be a debate. Killary is having trouble talking for ten minutes without going into a swoon. Her brain is so rotten she is going to fall apart after ten minutes of Donald Trump's prime boss style New York trash talking her in a live confrontation.
Getting this out because if you read to the end they are considering drastic measures to prevent a debate from taking place that could reveal Killary to the entire country as a woman in the grip of severe advanced dementia.
There cannot be a debate. Killary is having trouble talking for ten minutes without going into a swoon. Her brain is so rotten she is going to fall apart after ten minutes of Donald Trump's prime boss style New York trash talking her in a live confrontation.
Getting this out because if you read to the end they are considering drastic measures to prevent a debate from taking place that could reveal Killary to the entire country as a woman in the grip of severe advanced dementia.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
War Hero John McCain
Better men were tortured to death for not cooperating, McCain got the Silver Star and was damn near the spokesperson for the Vietnamese communists and public relations representative during his "prison term." He ate good meals and dined on fine wine while a short distance away his fellow soldiers sat in neck deep swamp water in bamboo cages. He got home and people who wanted him as their puppet in the Senate revised his entire war history.
Europe Is Gone, Kiss It Goodbye
Plenty more where they came from, says President of Turkey.
Wait, I thought these were "Syrian" refugees!
A couple months ago when people like me were pointing out there is no way these "migrants" could have walked a thousand miles across the desert to stowaway (???) on board a ship and ended up in the UK with baby fat, brand new track suits and fully paid up brand new mobile phones ... we were labeled CONSPIRACY NUTS!!!
Now the Turkish President tells all.
There are no Syrian refugees in the "Syrian Refugee Crisis."
All these people came from holding camps in Turkey which are funded and maintained by George Soros, who has also arranged their transportation into Europe. That's why they are well fed, clean clothed and tech-savvy. The media has only taken pictures of children but 80% of them are grown men with families coming from Turkey.
Technically, an act of war. An end-run around sovereignty which is rapidly converting Europe into the world's largest Stalag camp. Voting won't do much good here because leadership is ignoring the voters.
Wait, I thought these were "Syrian" refugees!
A couple months ago when people like me were pointing out there is no way these "migrants" could have walked a thousand miles across the desert to stowaway (???) on board a ship and ended up in the UK with baby fat, brand new track suits and fully paid up brand new mobile phones ... we were labeled CONSPIRACY NUTS!!!
Now the Turkish President tells all.
There are no Syrian refugees in the "Syrian Refugee Crisis."
All these people came from holding camps in Turkey which are funded and maintained by George Soros, who has also arranged their transportation into Europe. That's why they are well fed, clean clothed and tech-savvy. The media has only taken pictures of children but 80% of them are grown men with families coming from Turkey.
Technically, an act of war. An end-run around sovereignty which is rapidly converting Europe into the world's largest Stalag camp. Voting won't do much good here because leadership is ignoring the voters.
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