It is difficult to avoid the conclusion that we are all trapped in some sort of waking nightmare, at this point. A big part of the reason why this poast is two days late – other than sheer laziness on the author’s part, and exhaustion due to travelling, obviously – is that we have been subjected to a relentless drumbeat of war propaganda in favour of a big US strike on Iran.
Today, this morning by my time, that strike happened. We are now living in a totally different world, with a fundamentally different outcome set, from what we had just 48 hours ago.
These endless “savage wars of peace” were precisely what Drumpf was supposed to STOP, when he was elected (for the third time). Those wars have been nothing short of a total DISASTER for the collective West. And all you have to do, to understand how bad things have become, is to take a trip through any Western country.
My contacts in PommieBastardLande, for instance, tell me that infrastructure there has degraded to Third World levels. Having lived in the Third World, I know what they mean. The roads in their biggest cities are potholed, which makes their roads very unpleasant to drive upon. If someone so much as SNEEZES within the vicinity of their rail lines outside of London, things get gummed up for HOURS, with multiple cancellations resulting in colossal delays up and down the country.
Worse, the state of their overall infrastructure is parlous, to say the least. Apparently, the Brits have not built a new water reservoir in DECADES – even as their actual population has exploded, due to mass migration. This is part of the reason why, whenever the weather gets just a bit warm and pleasant – which is rare, in the British Isles – the whole country goes into a collective freak-out about a drought.
This, in a country where it basically rains about 8 months of the year.
Why is this happening? Because of the fundamental truth behind a specific saying, apparently coined (in a shorter and simpler form) by Steve Sailer:
“Invade the Third World, Invite the Third World, Become the Third World”.
The Brits have followed that prophecy to the letter. Their Empire was the most glorious of its kind ever, and brought great benefits to the conquered countries – especially to India, where the natives have never ceased bitching about the horrors of the Empire ever since, and yet are themselves totally unable to maintain the infrastructure the Brits left them. Yet, if you look at many of their greatest and most beautiful cities today – they are not British, at all.
Take a trip through central London, or Birmingham, or Manchester, or Leeds, and tell me what you see. You will swear you are in some bastardised version of Addis Ababa, or Islamabad, or downtown Chengdu. It is genuinely weird, and deeply unsettling.
This is what happens when you invade the world and try to bend it to your will. You end up becoming a shithole country yourself. And that is precisely what has happened to much of the West, including the FUSA.
The only way out of that trap, is to avoid getting entangled in these stupid pointless foreign wars in the first place. Drumpf used to understand that, at least at some level. But something has very clearly changed – he appears to be totally owned by the Zioclown Israeli lobby, and seems to have bent the knee to Clown World.
God did not save Ornj Boi to do this. He saved The Donald to ensure that the God-Emperor would, in turn, save the FUSA. That appears now to be an impossible dream.
Anyway, let us move on from such dark topics to a bit of light and heat.
This week’s lovely lady is Kristina Tsvetkova (Кристина Цветкова), age 32 from (I think) St. Petersburg, Mordor. She is a model both online and in real life – and if you look at the links present on her own actual Instathot page (which is private and locked down, probably with good reason), you will quickly realise that she is most definitely NOT the kind of girl you bring home to meet your mother.
She may, or may not, be a natural redhead – it is difficult to tell. And ,as always, there is the open question, therefore, of whether the carpet matches the drapes, so to speak.
Enjoy your weekend, boys – if you can.
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