Looking around the world today, it is difficult to avoid a deep feeling of dread and despair. I’m not immune to that any more than you are. The feeling I describe is one that you probably know well, but perhaps cannot articulate. It is a feeling that we are hurtling at mind-bending pace toward a final reckoning of quite literally Biblical proportions.
Governments have circumscribed freedoms that you thought were yours by right. In Europe, the highest court in the EUSSR has essentially ruled that national governments CAN mandate vaccines upon their people, and CAN restrict or even outright deny access to basic services for those who refuse to comply. (At least some of the people of PommieBastardLande are probably thanking their lucky stars, yet again, that they are no longer under the EUSSR’s control.)
In the USA, the neoclown loonies who infest the Fake President’s Fake Maladminstration are pushing hard for a proxy war with Russia. The likely result of that war will be death and devastation on a massive scale in Ukraine, a former Soviet satellite and colony in which 17% of the population settled across roughly 30% of the territory is ethnically and linguistically Russian anyway.
Russians and Ukrainians have far stronger bonds of blood, history, language, faith, and custom than almost any American state does to its neighbour. And THAT is what the neoclowns are trying to destroy.
The Han Chinese empire, which oppresses hundreds of millions under the yoke of the CCP, has shown its true colours over the past year. Their de facto emperor, Xi Jinping, is all but certain to invade Taiwan within the next 5 years – and probably quite a lot sooner, as American power in the Pacific rapidly shrinks and the US shreds its own paper-thin credibility in the region.
In PommieBastardLande itself, the feckless, useless, idiotic clown of a Prime Minister refuses to let his own people resume their lives, despite the fact that the worst of the Scamdemic is over. It was never as bad as anyone claimed it to be – sensationalist news headlines and exhausted NHS workers notwithstanding. The reality is that the VAST majority of the working-age population was never in serious danger, in ANY country.
As Scott Adams acerbically pointed out not too long ago, if governments had simply told us that we basically need to stay away from fat-asses over 50, the Scamdemic would be OVER in months. Instead, here we are over a year later, with our freedoms being parcelled back out to us bit-by-bit.
Don’t bother complying anymore. Do what I do and walk into grocery stores, post offices, and coffee shops without a mask on. If people there demand that you put one on, tell them (politely) to get stuffed. And carry on with your business.
For these reasons, and many more besides, it is easy to hang your head in despair and think that we’ve lost, that the war is over.
It isn’t.
Since the majority of my readers are American, therefore familiar with sportzball in some way, we’re basically at half-time with the scores tied. That’s all.
In fact, those of us who are Christians know how this war will end. (I do not care for the debate over whether Revelation is a vision of the future, or a grandiose allegoric description of past events. I have no idea. Let the theologians figure that one out.) We do know that evil’s defeat is inevitable. We don’t know when it will happen.
It is also vitally important to remember that this is far from the first time that evil has attempted to tighten its grip over us all. This is but the latest in a very long series of attempts. Every single one has failed. Evil surrounds us and corrupts everything around us, but the reality is that it is actually highly incompetent when viewed at a macro level.
The literally Satanic evil of Communism could not destroy a thousand years of Russian culture and national identity. Likewise, the sheer insanity of the Globohomo cult will not destroy the nations from which we hail.
And with that cheerful thought in mind, let’s get on with the true purpose of today’s post – which is all about boosting your morale so that you go into the weekend looking forward to resuming the fight. For that, we need an Instathot – so here you go.
Her name is Melissa Riso, age 34 from Monterrey, Clownipornia. She grew up in a town called Salinas, and is a professional model, actress, and ring-girl with a fairly comprehensive CV. Apparently she graduated from a beauty college, then became a hairstylist, and eventually went into entertainment. She did a stint as the host of Playboy TV’s Bad Ass – whatever that is – and has been on the covers of various magazines, done commercials for the likes of Pepsi and LA Fitness, and appeared in a number of music videos.
Basically, she actually put in the work necessary to get where she is today, and I respect that.
Oh, and as for the tattoo on her stomach – apparently there’s a bit of a story behind it. She got that to cover up a nasty scar caused by a traffic collision in her yoof. But she never stopped getting stick about the tattoo itself, so she got rid of it. That’s why you can see in her latest Instaham photos that she does NOT have such uglification anymore. And good for her.
Happy Friday, gentlemen. Yes, the war is long and terrible, and yes, it is taking an awful toll on all of us – yours truly included. We simply need to keep our heads down, carry on working, and stay in the fight. And we will win in the end.
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Hey, a thot that’s up my alley for once!
It used to be a thing amongst baseball pitchers to get a tattoo of the laces on their elbow to cover the scar from Tommy John surgery. She’s at the age where it would have been the fad when she was young and impressionable.