Although he is a relatively minor freak, when compared to the likes of the Clintons, the Podestas, Jay Z and the entire Hollywood crowd, creepy Neil Gaiman is definitely one of them and if you wish to help break the wall of silence around him, go join and add to the recently started reddit: r/neilgaimanmemes
After all, spreading the truth about a sexual predator, you know, even if he is part of the protected Jewish class, and still glorified, is the least we can do.
Vox posted on the intentional wish to harm and kill children by officious, disgusting, and demonic government employees.
And I entirely concur that anyone doing this should absolutely and immediately face the death penalty, and I don’t care at all if that just punishment is exacted by a proper and rightful court or mob justice.
In the end, if parents are not willing to die and kill for their children, they are not parents at all.
I got the little Viking and Piglet tiny metal crosses as they keep noting my simple steel one.
The little Viking’s is silver and pretty plain and simple on a silver chain.
Piglet’s is a little fancier gold-plated chain and gold plated little cross.
As it turn out the little Viking doesn’t like the feel of something around his neck so he leaves it off, though he is very conscious of it and its symbolic importance. Today he saw it next on the bedside table and asked about it, wondering if I got him a silver one so it looks similar to mine. I replied that was indeed the case.
Piglet (3) who was standing up on the bed near me, says:
“He’s got a silver one and I have a gold one…”
Then she flings her arms up to the sky, her fuzzy curly haired head also looking up at the sky like some miniature pagan and shouts:
“I love gold!”
In case there was any doubt, she’s obviously from Viking raiders stock too.
…The Ukraine conflict, then read this in full. It’s Putin’s full speech, but the amazing thing is that literally everything he says can be 100% verified.
The only point I noted that does not have independent verification is his private call with O-bummer on February 21st 2014, but the events that took place the very next day and the accords signed and so on, all can be, which really makes the actual call redundant, even if it had not happened, it is absolutely clear the intent of what O-bummer and his masters always was.
Besides, that fat bitch Victoria Neuland was on video back in 2014 stating the US spent 5 billion to cause regime change in Ukraine proudly. Putin doesn’t even mention her. Or the phone-call to the American ambassador in Ukraine where she literally states she doesn’t “give a fuck what Europe wants” because Poroshenko would be the next president of Ukraine. And Merkel has flat out admitted the entire Minsk agreement was just a lie to buy time to arm Ukraine.
Truly, it is not necessary for anyone to believe a word Putin says: just research each of the points he makes yourself, and you’ll see that as I explained a long while ago, the way Russia does propaganda, is by telling the unvarnished and detailed truth. It is slower and initially less effective than the Western Blitzkrieg-of-Bullshit approach, but it produces long term effects over time. It really doesn’t matter if you think Putin is evil too, or whatever, the fact remains that what he says is undeniably true. And equally, the fact, remains that the collective puppets of the West are absolutely lying, and not working for the interst of their nations, or their citizens, but rather only for their own enrichment and aggrandisement and to do the bidding of their banker masters.
Putin ends with a very clear and simple proposal for peace, and since Westerners are not used to the subtlety of Russians in general, and Putin in particular, let me spell it out:
Today you can get peace by agreeing our terms and lose the 4 regions you already lost only. In a short while, you will also lose Odessa and eventually even more.
He clearly does NOT want to take over the whole of Ukraine and keep the Western side of it under armed guard as a buffer zone, but it is my view that if he has to he will.
Today, we are presenting another concrete and genuine peace proposal. If Kiev and Western capitals reject it again, as they have done before, then ultimately, it becomes their responsibility, both political and moral, for the ongoing bloodshed. Clearly, the situation on the front lines will continue to evolve unfavourably for the Kiev regime, altering the conditions necessary for initiating negotiations.
Let me underscore the key point: the essence of our proposal is not a temporary truce or ceasefire, as the West might prefer, to allow the Kiev regime to recover, rearm, and prepare for a new offensive. I repeat: we are not discussing freezing the conflict, but its definitive resolution.
And I will reiterate: once Kiev agrees to the course of action proposed today, including the full withdrawal of its troops from the DPR, LPR, the Zaporozhye and Kherson regions, and begins this process earnestly, we are prepared to commence negotiations promptly without delay.
I repeat our firm stance: Ukraine should adopt a neutral, non-aligned status, be nuclear-free, and undergo demilitarisation and denazification. These parameters were broadly agreed upon during the Istanbul negotiations in 2022, including specific details on demilitarisation such as the agreed numbers of tanks and other military equipment. We reached consensus on all points.
Certainly, the rights, freedoms, and interests of Russian-speaking citizens in Ukraine must be fully protected. The new territorial realities, including the status of Crimea, Sevastopol, Donetsk and Lugansk people’s republics, Kherson, and Zaporozhye regions as parts of the Russian Federation, should be acknowledged. These foundational principles need to be formalised through fundamental international agreements in the future. Naturally, this entails the removal of all Western sanctions against Russia as well.
I believe that Russia is proposing an option that will make it possible to bring the war in Ukraine to a real end, that is, we call for turning the tragic page of history and, although with difficulty, gradually, step by step, restoring relations of trust and neighbourliness between Russia and Ukraine and in Europe as a whole.
Having settled the Ukrainian crisis, we, and our partners in the CSTO and the SCO, which today are still making a significant and constructive contribution to the search for a peaceful settlement of the Ukraine crisis, as well as Western partners, including European countries that are ready for dialogue, could embark on the fundamental task that I spoke about at the beginning of my statement, namely the creation of an indivisible system of Eurasian security that takes into account the interests of all the states on the continent without exception.
So the narrative is that Maduro is an evil despot that stole the election.
Is he a truly innocent saint? No. I expect he is a bloodthirsty bastard like most politicians, however, see if you think this makes any sense:
* some of the drug lords in the country are saying this too. Now, I dunno about you, but in my mind, gunrunning drug-lords are generally speaking not exactly on the side of democracy, law and order and peace. They do however, favour working with known corrupt governments and especially the CIA, who is well known to traffic in massive quantities of heavy drugs, weapons and children.
* the opposition “leader”
Has ties to… well, you do know who the guy in the picture’s dad was, right? You do know he was the head of the CIA and then president, right? No?
Oh, it’s just a Cohencidence again.
And then there is the fact that Venezuela stated it will join BRICS and that Putin has clearly stated that since the US is telling everyone it’s ok to give Ukraine weapons to strike inside Russia, Russia too will chance it’s laws to be able to provide its weapons to countries close enough to the USA to strike within their borders too. Because again, whatever rules you want to play by, they will be applied to you too.
So… even if Maduro is probably a bad guy, what is happening in Venezuela right now is almost certainly a Clown World funded colour revolution, for multiple reasons, including oil.
The vast majority of jews around the world feel it is perfectly justifiable for Israel to have carpet bombed civilians in Gaza to the tune of around 40,000 dead (at least a third of which children) and around 100,000 injured. And by injured we mean “missing a leg” type of damage, not, “got a bit of a scrape on the knee”. That, of course, doesn’t take into account things like the trauma of seeing your small child with its head or limbs blown off, and your parents reduced to mince-meat when you are missing a limb too. This is not hyperbole. This is literally what has and is happening in Gaza right now.
And of course, throughout the world, Jews keep condemning the Palestinians as all being terrorists regardless of age.
And all based on an “attack” in which the IDF, when it eventually reacted, six hours after receiving the stand-down order, by the accounts of Israeli victims themselves, killed a large number of their own citizens, including by firing with a helicopter gunship on a kibbutz. And of course, the entire October 7th “attack” was known about days in advance, the Israelis being warned of it days in advance by multiple agencies from multiple nations. In other words, the whole October 7th thing was absolutely instigated, set-up, and allowed to happen by the Israeli government itself.
Please keep in mind that this is perfectly in keeping with the Jews’ own “method of measurement”. Objective reality and justice demands that the rules, whatever they are, are applied equally to both sides. I for example deny that Anglo-Saxon Laws are at all fair and reasonable and much prefer Roman Law, which is based on Principle first but the specifics of each case can and do alter the outcome of the sentence. As such, I would not only apply Roman Law to criminals, but also to myself.
If the Jews are into collective judgement and punishment, and also generational punishment and revenge (which they are) then it is only fair we apply the same rules to them.
Personally I have never been for collective judgement and punishment, as it is not part of my culture, belief system, or even, arguably, the bounds of reason and logic. But I am happy to adapt, in order to not be anti-semitic and reject the ways of the Jews by not applying them to them too.
I shall therefore, henceforth, apply such standards to any Jew I may come in contact with. After all, I don’t want to be accused of treating Jews any differently from how they treat others. And since they consider anyone not Jewish a kind of cattle to be used for their own ends, I will consider every jew as a noxious parasite until they adopt a new strategy that alters their fundamental religious beliefs.
He wanted watermelon, so we all have some and he, being of noble blood, of course, doesn’t eat the seeds. Which then results in one of his sisters not eating the seeds too. Essentially because she is the drama queen and has to make a spectacle of any/all things as how they relate to her.
So a conversation follows about watermelon seeds and how most people eat them, parrots eat them, and they are generally thought to be just fine. At any rate the conversation moves on and the little Viking is just quietly plucking each seed out and eating his watermelon chunks.
A few minutes later, with the natural innocence of children, he points at the seeds in his plate and says:
“Daddy, we could plant these seeds and grow our own watermelons.”
Pleased with his thought process and farming instincts, I reply:
“That’s right son, we could. That’s good thinking.”
He instantly replies:
“So stop eating the seeds!”
And I see in his eyes… the completely intentional set-up.
After the laughter died down, he added, this time with a professorial half-eyes closed and supercilious serious look on his face, instead of the intense gotcha-face he had on the previous sentence:
“Besides, if we grow our own watermelons, we don’t have to buy them anymore.”
His sense of humour is certainly more along the intellectual side than that of his sisters.
So we went to the beach for the second time and as the sea was a bit rough I had piglet (3) and the little Viking (5) with me, one on each knee as I crouched in the waves and as they broke on us jumped up just enough to “survive” the “tsunamis”.
You forget how much fun you had as a little kid doing stuff like that after half a century of life on this planet, but they reminded me of it and I got into it as much as they were. After a few minutes the boy wanted to do his own thing for a bit with bucket and spade (he likes to build doomed castles right by the waters edge —a sign of his interest in ancient ruins I assume), but piglet would have stayed with me in the water for as long as I could take it.
So me and her continued to play in the waves until one splash must have happened just as she was breathing in or something and next thing I know, as I rise out of the wave, I get caught by a slightly smaller one but with a lot more force.
She projectile vomited right into my face, neck, shoulder and chest. I could actually feel the chunks of sandwich, from lunch, egg bits from breakfast and possibly last night’s pasta splattering on me. As I stood to make sure she would not get caught by the next wave as she was busy clearing her stomach all over me.
All pretty natural reaction to swallowing some sea water, but as she rook her first breath, spit and snot streaming from her pretty little, curly-haired face, I asked her if she was alright and she nodded enthusiastically, even if she couldn’t speak yet, as the second wave of vomit soon ejected directly onto my face and head too.
I waited patiently, while she finished hurling on me and asked her again if she was okay.
Enthusiastic head nod.
Okay, I said and wiped her nose and mouth, and she spat out a bit then when she could speak I asked her a third time.
Her reply: “Yes daddy, I’m fine!”
So I took a moment to sink myself under the waves and wipe off the puke. The radius of floating chunks around us was about a metre. She always has been an impressive eater, hence the nickname she is very proud of: piglet.
As soon as I was cleaned off we moved a bit to a spot that didn’t look like we released a water smoke bomb for aerial rescue, and carried on.
What I observed a little while after, is that precisely while she was projectile vomiting directly into my face, two things happened.
The first is that my reaction/fighting reflexes kicked in, I kept eyes narrowed enough not to be blinded by the fire hydrant stomach contents, and moved my eyes just out of the direct path, but I kept watching her and my brain just did its observer thing it does when I get into that Zen/fighting mode. It’s kind of just like an autistic, purely objective, very calm, emotionless noticing.
* Ok she’s puking
* Head way above water (as I rise/stand)
* No incoming waves
* She’s secure, just let her finish and see how she is doing, all good
And the second thing that was going on was a relatively mild but hyper-focused concern on her well-being. Even at the instinctive level of the first half second while my brain registered what was happening, there was zero sense of disgust. It was just completely absent, didn’t even feature. Which I found interesting.
On discussing it later with my wife, she said (she had to deal with multiple pukes and worse in bed with pretty much all of them at some point. I generally only once or twice):
“Oh yes, nothing quite as fun as dealing with a bunch of puke in your bed at 3am.”
I agreed with her she obviously had the better experience of it, compared to my mere rinse off in the ocean.
With a wistful, almost melancholic look in her eyes, she said:
“Oh yes… if only all my vomits had happened in the ocean…”
Next time I may suggest she plays in the waves with them too. I’m not sure I should deprive her of experiencing this small joy while they are still small.
I described earlier some of the similarities between Farmers and what for want of a better word —because unfortunately the woke mobs have somewhat reduced the term— I refer to as warriors.
There probably needs to be a short preamble on that word for later ease of understanding (and reference) so that those of you that become regular readers will gradually begin to “speak my language” as any good friends invariably end up doing when discussing philosophy and life; using even common words with a more specific and narrowly defined meaning.
So, then, here is my take on warriors as I see them.
Warriors: a definition
Warriors are NOT soldiers or police or generally speaking members of an organised army of a nation. Warriors can exist in those fields but are a rarity there and by (my) definition not part of such organisations by choice; precisely because soldiers, cops, etc. are merely the enforcing arm of politicians. A warrior has more of a functioning brain and code of ethics than to simply be a tool for some parasite to use for his own ends. Nevertheless, they can get drafted or occasionally end up in such places through one of the random paths life takes sometimes.
Warriors will tend to be far closer to old style hunters than soldiers. They may be professional fighters or private (freelance) security or mercenaries, but once again, generally not. You may find them working as bouncers, boxers, MMA enthusiasts, and so on, but they may also just be peaceful hikers that like hinting, weapons in general and want to simply be free to raise their families in peace.
Ultimately, a warrior will fight for principle over externally imposed “duty”. He will fight for those he loves and do so without hesitation but possibly care nothing for ideologies about this or that political side or even his supposed nation.
That last point though is a very recent development. A warrior did and should care about his nation. But Nations in the West have been destroyed, infiltrated, “diversified” and atomised, so people hardly even recognise them as such. Nations used to be relatives and people like you that thought and believed largely like you too, so it was natural to be willing to fight to protect them.
Having given the word “warrior” some “flesh”, I retune to the similarities and differences between them and farmers.
Farmers and Warriors
My friend came over again and we spent the last 8 hours non stop working on the farm. He on the tractor and me machete in hand. I am still recovering from a bout of weird sickness everyone else in our house had had but it hit me last, so I was not as efficient as I would have liked and had to work a couple or three of the hours in the shade. But despite feeling far from fit, neither nor my friend stopped for pretty much anything other than a drink of water.
He is the only other guy other than myself and my father, that I met, who has that kind of attitude towards work.
We talked little, only when clearing the radiator of dust or discussing a clearing area we wanted to create, and I noted how the farmer is just as patient, cautious and observant as the warrior/hunter, and just like them, the farmer will not hesitate to make a strong decision and run with it. The only appreciable difference I noticed is that the hunter is generally able to respond faster. Nature of the game, after all.
My friend has had all the same kind of experiences I had related to hunting, only they were related to farming.
The other similarity I noticed is that neither type boasts. We can joke and play the fool or tease a silly man pretending to know more than he does. We may recount stories from our past, but at least half the time we are making fun of our own bad choices. But someone will almost never realise our level of competence at our talent, at least not unless they themselves become witnesses to the use of such talents.
Later in life, from our age on, we may discuss aspects of our knowledge in a general way, to share what we know with younger people, but it’s only by asking specifics that I find out what my farmer friend had to learn early on, or what kind of hardship he endured to learn it.
Neither of us had “easy” fathers, we were expected to use our reason and get things done regardless of our age. The whiny “but da-aaad” mentality simply does not exist in us and the first instinct we have when faced with a supposedly impossible problem or one requiring a supposed “expert” to solve, is to immediately try and figure out how to overcome the issue on our own terms.
My jury-rigging tends to be faster, his more durable. Working as a team there is a kind of synthesis that normally only appears between men that have worked together for years. But in our case it’s a bit like Russian Cosmonauts in Space; technically they have a ranked hierarchy, but practically, whoever knows more takes over the role of leader. It’s natural, does not require any talking and each one falls into the role of leader or attentive follower as required.
It really is a pleasure to work with the man, and despite our fathers having been pretty harsh, I think possibly the only other man that kind of synthesis of action worked with was my own father.
And today my boy came out to us of his own volition. He wanted me to have him ride the tractor with me again (I had done it a day or so earlier, barely able to walk still from my illness, but I has promised him I’d take him on it) and today after he rode the tractor with my friend and pulled a few levers and he was asked if he had fun he simply said a laconic: “Yup.”
Later when it was just the two of us he opened up more and told me he liked riding the tractor a lot.
He’d sat with me watching me cut a few things branches and clearing stuff and reorganising a water line and electric line to better accommodate where the chicken coop will go.
And that morning at breakfast with just us two, as all his sisters and mother were still in bed he told me how he loves our home and how school is boring when you have to go every day.
Just hold on a bit longer son. If I can manage it you’ll be home schooled and be able to learn far more than they would try and indoctrinate into you. I just need his Italian to become fluent first. And a few more parents on the same page as us.
It may be slow, but it’s coming together.
Others called my project the Kurganate and I went along with it since they had given me the nickname already anyway, but the reality is I don’t much care what it’s called. As long as we can build a strong community that is self-sufficient and capable of retaining its independence no matter what, and hopefully do so before ai drop dead of old age, it will be worth it.
If you’re not doing something along these lines then you have my prayers and sadness. This is just the start of what will need to be done to protect your freedom to be a human being and not some half-cyborged slave-class property of some Satanic Oligarch.
One of the last things I said to my friend today:
“It’s funny how your life and mine seem to be parallels of each other, yours in farming, mine in hunting.”
His reply:
“It’s a good combination. Both will be needed.”
I told him whatever we manage to grow on my land we will share so his family too can benefit. It is my land, bought and paid for and it will hopefully go to my children after I pass, but if my plan works, others will buy land and property near us with the same mindset and the same religion; and proper Catholicism will rise again.
The next few posts will expose what you can expect in the coming years. This is how you prepare.
To Cancel a Predator
Although he is a relatively minor freak, when compared to the likes of the Clintons, the Podestas, Jay Z and the entire Hollywood crowd, creepy Neil Gaiman is definitely one of them and if you wish to help break the wall of silence around him, go join and add to the recently started reddit: r/neilgaimanmemes
After all, spreading the truth about a sexual predator, you know, even if he is part of the protected Jewish class, and still glorified, is the least we can do.
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By G | 1 August 2024 | Posted in Social Commentary