Rough week all around, eh, lads? Honestly, watching the Russkies and Ukies duke it out, hasn’t been half as much fun as you might think. So let’s not talk about it right now, since I have spent quite a bit of time and effort this week on precisely that subject. I would rather discuss other matters of importance.
My friends, whether we recognise it or not, we are currently watching the great unravelling of the GloboHomoPaedo Pharisatanical Neoliberal Rules-Based World Order. That idiotic construct has pushed against a giant coil-spring for the better part of three decades, and has now reached the point of maximum compression – therefore, maximum tension
The pushback has now begun. And I’m not just talking about the war, which, following on from Basil Fawlty‘s example, we most assuredly shall not mention:
No, indeed, we shan’t mention the war. After all, we might offend people, and that just wouldn’t be cricket, eh, what?
What we shall mention, however, is the fact that, when you push against a coil-spring that has reached maximum compression, and you run out of puff, the potential energy contained in that spring transforms into kinetic energy – VIOLENTLY and with astonishing speed.
If you’ve ever watched the old-school Tom & Jerry or Roadrunner cartoons, where the antagonist punches himself in the face with a spring-loaded boxing glove, you’ll know what I mean.
The Powers That Be are finding out, in a very big hurry, that they have now run entirely out of puff. And they are getting punched in the face by those who hate them and their evil constructs.
The next few years are going to be WILD. The days of peace and prosperity are DEFINITIVELY OVER. No one, not even His Most Illustrious, Noble, August, Benevolent, and Legendary Celestial Majesty, the God-Emperor of Mankind, Donaldus Triumphus Magnus Astra, the First of His Name, the Lion of Midnight, may the Lord bless him and preserve him, will be able to restore them easily and for anything more than a temporary period.
This was entirely inevitable. The West did not have the decency, humility, grace, or dignity to leave well enough alone, and instead assumed that it had the God-given right to spread the poison of neoliberalism far and wide. Imagine the surprise of the architects of that system when they realised that some of us might have a bit of a problem with that idea.
You must prepare yourselves for what is coming – which, incidentally, is what I’ve been telling people for years. Fat lot of good it did any of us, right? I’m not talking here about physical preparation, though. I am referring here to spiritual preparation, for remember that the real world is a mirror and a consequence of the spiritual realm.
What you are seeing today, in the war we shall not mention, is a very clear reflection of a titanic battle being waged in the spiritual realm, by powers that we barely see and cannot comprehend. All we can do is pick the right side and pray that the Big Fella Upstairs has a plan. (Spoiler alert – He does, and it’s GLORIOUS. We just don’t know what it is yet.)
And with that said, let us get to the pulchritudinous parting of ways with the week that was.
This week’s lovely lady is Sabrina Calvo, age 23, half-Venezuelan and half-Spanish by birth, and currently living in the USSA. She does… stuff, some of which apparently includes modelling for fashion labels. and much of which involves travelling around the world in style. (You know what that probably means.)
Happy Friday, gents. Get some rest, avoid watching the disgustingly biased Western presstitute coverage of the war which we shall most certainly not mention while not doing the Ukrainian Goose-Steppe, and get yourself sorted for the tasks ahead.