It’s the first Friday of 2020, the Year of the Crusher, and what a week it has been already.
On the global front, there are wildfires burning out of control in Australia – and it doesn’t matter what the lying tools of the mainstream (((media))) tell you, those fires are NOT caused by “climate change”, but rather by a combination of greenie-weenie eco-stupidity and f***wads with matches deliberately setting fires.
Beyond that, of course, we have a royal cock-up in the works in Ye Olde Englande, thanks to Harry Windsor and the Half-Blood Princess. Everything that I have seen so far indicates that the British press, which once fawned so obsequiously over the half-black older divorcee who would become Prince Harry’s future wife, has turned on her with a viciousness and rage that has to be seen to be believed.
And that’s before we get to the fact that His Most Illustrious, Noble, Benevolent, August, and Legendary Celestial Majesty, the God-Emperor of Mankind, Donaldus Triumphus Magnus Astra, the First of His Name, continues with the WINNING!!! after forcing the Iranians into a corner from which they have desperately tried to save face – and failed utterly.
Unfortunately, the Persians did such a shitty job of looking tough that they apparently shot down a plane full of innocent Ukrainians, Canadians, Germans, and Brits – thereby overnight turning themselves into international pariahs that even the Russians aren’t going to try to defend.
You can claim, perhaps with justification, that it is all rather convenient for the Americans and Brits and Canadians to claim that the Persians shot down Ukraine International Airlines flight PS752, right after Iran tried to bomb the bejeezus out of American assets in a transparently cack-handed attempt to save face, and that it could easily be a false flag operation. At least some of the evidence raises questions about whether the Iranians actually did in fact shoot it down.
Yet, as the RT bods themselves admit, the air crew on that flight never indicated that something was wrong inside the aircraft. The plane itself had a spotless safety record, the Boeing 737-800 (which is quite a different animal from the extremely buggy and dangerous MAX version) is a superb aircraft, and the captain and crew were all highly experienced.
Think about it: if the Iranians really didn’t shoot down that plane, and could credibly claim that either a Western power did, or that a mechanical malfunction brought the jet down, do you seriously believe that they would miss an opportunity to claim a moral victory over their hated foes? Especially given that Iran Air Flight 655 was shot down by the USS Vincennes in 1988, and the Iranians (rightly) raked America over the coals for it?
It’s all happening at a rate to make one’s head spin, but rest assured, my friends, the God-Emperor is not spiraling and there is a plan in place. It’s just not one that you and I, as mere mortals, can understand. Even the God-Emperor himself probably doesn’t understand it. He is merely a great man called by the Lord to do the nearly impossible.
Now, after all of that heavy stuff, let’s get to the fun. You all know why you’re here. It’s for the weekly hot chick, so here she is.
Her name is Rosanna Arkle, she is 31 years old (and beginning to show it – Antipodean women DO NOT age well), and she hails from Whangerei in Kiwiland, but was originally born in Australia. She is famous for… well, being famous, I guess. She has appeared on the cover of various “lad mags” as a glamour model, and she runs her own “fitfluencer” business via Instathot.
Does anyone else think that “fitfluencer” sounds like a particularly nasty and virulent respiratory disease?
Anyway, she is your thot for the weekend. Enjoy.
Happy Friday, boys. You know the routine – eat, drink, sleep, lift, shoot, spar, play, and come back refreshed and ready for the CRUSHING!!!