“Worse than DRESDEN …” (is a huge underestimate)

Roughly 2,700 tons of TNT were dropped on Dresden, during the famous WW2 bombing raid. 127 square miles. This raid was considered one of the most horrific of WW2.

Between 25,000 and 70,000 tons of TNT (or 25 to 70 kilotons) have been dropped on GAZA since 10/7. GAZA is roughly 141 square miles.

That’s between 1 and 4 Hiroshimas, if we’re being conservative.

BUT MAGA FREAKS …

HOW MANY FUCKING KILOTONS OF TNT DO YOU NEED TO DROP ON 141 SQUARE MILES TO WIN?

JD Vance says “more”, but in military science that’s called vague.

Just answer that fucking question … if you can’t? – your team is probably losing.

Link: https://www.cnn.com/gaza-israel-big-bombs/index.html

BATTLE BOX …

“If your strategy works, according to your definition of victory? – then you accepted the cost of victory before the battle began.” – Dr. Freckles

EARMARK: RNC THEME THIS YEAR – “Golden Calf”

Link: https://nypost.com/2024/07/17/us-news/trump-supporters-wear-ear-bandages-at-rnc-newest-fashion-trend/

  1. WAGYU BEEF LADY
  2. THE WHORE of ONLY FANS
  3. THE ENDLESS PERSECUTION OF THE PERSECUTED LIFESTYLE STORIES
  4. THE GOLDEN KING
  5. HIS FLOCK EARMARKED

A lot of folks accepting earmarks …

Doing curses in groups …

Being led by Pharisees and Satanists.

The Whore of Only Fans sets the mood …

yeah – “family values”

The only difference between the GOP convention and the Democratic Convention? – the Democrats will simply be less elegant in hiding their evil. But it’s still the same SATAN sandwich.

Voting and Disappointment …

“The American system of elections is a cycle of disappointment.” – Dr. Freckles

It really is like Christmas for a lot of people …

You get a couple months of EVENTS …

Then you get together with friends before and AFTER you “vote” …

Some people are immediately disappointed the day of the election.

Everyone is mostly disappointed a year later.

(then they tell you that it can be “fixed” … if you vote again)

Just like Christmas and Santa. Not for adults.

STAGES of COMMUNISM …

Stages of Communism:

Stage 1, BUSY BODY HOA: why can’t my neighbors stop playing loud music? – I could talk with them, but instead I’m forming a Klungit-gang.

Stage 2, MINARCHISM: FUCK if only we had a tiny KING to keep us safe.

Stage 3, VOTING: WE CAN VOTE FOR KINGS …

Stage 4, NEO-STALINIST HELLHOLE: fuck

Stage 5, COLLAPSE …

THE ULTIMATE WEAPON

The ULTIMATE WEAPON:

  • an army of cloned McPoyles …
  • the McPoyle army exhales Novichok from Putin’s farm
  • the McPoyle army poops polonium from Putin’s farm
  • each McPoyle has written a memoir about being a “Hillbilly” …
  • flying paragliders, “Fireman Died” printed on the wing …
  • paragliders capable of landing on SLOPED ROOFS …
  • with cameras that take pictures of magical bullets
  • infected with COVID
  • with armor made from US passports
  • firing a gun that shoots box cutters
  • carrying “barrel bombs” filled with magical 9/11 aviation fuel
  • fully vaccinated
  • upon victory, all the paragliding McPoyles coalesce into a PUNK GROUP SHOT of the IWO JIMA flag raising …

You can accept the core narrative of 7/13/24 and the penny dreadful in Pennsylvania. But you have to also accept the consequences of believing this bullshit. That the US government is so broken that a McPoyle was critical in a CIA plot. Or, worse, that any random McPoyle could do this. In either case, it means collapse.

THE ATTEMPTED ASSASSINATION … of Blump …

Nothing about yesterday adds up – even if you think part of the prank was having a bullet whizz by Trump’s head …

Me? – I simply don’t trust the sources of information that would allow me to judge.

As a Sovietologist? – I am simply asking THIS QUESTION

WHY ARE THEY SHOWING ME THIS?

(that’s the question)

Here’s my NICEST limited hangout TAKE from yesterday’s Penny Dreadful nonsense:

We are winning the WAR against the MACHINES …

Link: https://nypost.com/2024/07/13/us-news/gunman-behind-attempted-assassination-on-trump-shot-and-killed-by-secret-service-sources/

THE CONFESSION of DAN SULLIVAN …

If they ask WHY I DID IT?

… tell’em it was a SNICKERS BAR …

Fun fact about me: I’ve BEEN to PENNSYLVANIA … (it ain’t no picnic …)

I was working on my spider egg farm when a couple ladies, dressed in gray flannel, came up to my camper to talk about SEA-FLOW.

“We were wondering if WE could benefit from spider egg nutrients?”, the blonde said, as she massaged her boovula through her classy skirt. She had a case, what looked like a rifle case, and inside was a PLOTON GUN that fired WHALE JIZZ at 34% the speed of 12 million flamingoes … this was getting interesting.

“We will let you rub squirrel oil on our breasts as we ungunjoolate our boovulas, with only underwear on, and you can do a bunch of cocaine … BUT … you need to do this thing …”

And we talked about the THING: schedules and linkups and meetings and midnight phone calls over pay phones … burners and churners … it was LIT. We put on Golden Earring’s Twilight Zone, and that’s when the brunette with the really BIG JUGS unleased them and the coke they had … and then it got crazy …