I’ve not blogged this weekend really, because, having broken the joint between the tractor and the trincia twice in a row, this weekend was spend doing work more to my station in life as far as farming is concerned:
Swinging a machete at brambles and various weeds and shoots at the base of my olive trees for 7 hours in a row while my good friend who is born to tractors the way I was born to guns, spent the same time making my almost jungle into a pristine field.
The man worked without a shirt or suntan lotion the whole time and the exhaust from the tractor had covered him in a fine layer of soot by the end of the day. Walking back to the house for some fish lunch/dinner my daughter had actually cooked, I said:
“Well, I was doing most of the slave-work, but looks like you’re the black one today.”
His reply: “What, this? No, this is suntan lotion.”
He’s a little guy but he’s tough, and even though we only met some three years ago, I knew right away the kind of guy he is. Very polite but will not hesitate to speak his mind, so after the first few times we met up with him and his wife and son and he started helping me here and there when he asked me something a few weeks after we met I told him: “Look. There is no point in all the politeness with me. I’m kind of a savage, so let’s just pretend we’ve known each other for 30 years and we can dispense with the formalities.”
He’s spent about 30 hours in the last three weekends helping me out, not to mention finding the tractor with attachments in the first place. He’d spent about a month or so visiting people over 100km away to see their tractors (in the rain in the final instance) because he knew I am about as ignorant as a goat about Tractors.
When I got the tractor and saw what I had, I realised it was literally worth twice what I paid for it, so I told him it wasn’t my tractor. It was ours. I put in cash, he put in the sweat and knowledge.
If I manage to make this farm economically viable, I plan to share whatever profits we can make with him.
And though it will be a much simpler task than what he’s been doing tractor-wise, when he eventually gets his rifle, I plan to take him to the range and help him with what I know.
Truly the friendships between men that are still men is a unique thing. And may a curse lie on all those freaks that try and make this kind of friendship as if it were in some way related to their own degenerate faggotry. Polluting everything from the Illiad to Ancient Rome with their revisionist fake news.
I commented to a friend that while I am just about useless as a farmer, because I come from hunters, soldiers, fighters, crusaders (literally), and warriors, I have always noticed that farmers and warriors, though being different, always have a deep respect for each other.
He commented that:
“Because reality has been a real bitch to both of them.”
And I said:
“Yet neither type resents it.”
And it’s true. I think we get on because you absolutely cannot be a farmer or a fighter or a hunter without accepting reality.
And the ways are kind of similar if applied differently.
Both need to be patient. The farmer to plan and do his work according to the weather and proper ways of nature. The hunter to track and stalk or wait for his prey, regardless of the weather.
When action is required it has to be decisive and swift but not emotional or impulsive.
A farmer and a warrior both must love and take care of their tools, yet not be so attached to them either, as ultimately they are a means to an end.
In all things, farming and warring with other men force you to deal with reality and nature, because, like food and water, like the weather, violence among men has always existed, and as long as we are on this Earth, always will.
It’s funny how both his name and mine are quite literally dedicated to God and His Love for us humans. He’s named after one of the few cool Popes and his surname literally means From God’s Place.
I’m named after Mary’s husband and my surname is from the Greek for Friend or Lover, as is my family motto on our shield: Love Conquers All.
God truly has a subtle and refined sense of humour. And life is good.
Austin Private Wealth is claiming their mass short of DJT stock the day before the assassination attempt was a “clerical error” lmao.
Seeing as it closed $30.88 on July, this “clerical error” meant a potential $370,522,944 loss.
“Oop guys!! Our bad!! We didn’t actually mean to place that bet coincidentally right before an assassination attempt on the President’s life.”
Thankfully, they got it fixed so they weren’t on the hook for all that cash when the stock didn’t crash the next day. 👍🏻👍🏻 Whew!
Btw, here is a list of the groups that Austin Private Wealth donates to. Notice anything?
ACLU
ADL Austin
Shalom Austin
Jewish Community Center
Camp Young Judaea
Congregation Beth Israel
Austin Jewish Academy
Hadassah
h/t: Ashley Woods
And then some of the more “involved” boots on the ground:
Who is she?
Well, it’s not the mainstream media I am getting this from, right, because we know ONLY they are telling the truth, right? But…
I’m sure it’s just another coincidence though.
And either they or her or her retarded ancestors (probably from the Italian south) spelt that surname wrong, it’s DiGiuseppe, not that misspelt abomination.
There really are just SO MANY coincidences.
Also, aren’t you glad the SEC is so so forgiving? I am sure if you or I made a 300 million dollar bet that didn’t pan out they would realise we “made a clerical error” too.
Oh and the 20 year-old “lone shooter” who had zero social media presence happened to have not one, not two, but…
And would you believe it… some dirty, dirty, anti-semites seem to think that…
It’s just all too much isn’t it?
Why, it’s enough to make you be “appalled”, maybe even to make you get to “can’t even” territory.
Arrived on site of the incident, Entertainment dome 69 at 7.32am, due to being in nearby location: Entertainment dome 72, and having received initial report at 7.08am.
Description of Incident Area –
The incident was located in Entertainment Dome 69, Deluxe Recreational Penthouse 12. The area had been secured from the outside by off-duty Feldpolizeiassistent Otto Bauer, who had heard a commotion he reputed unusual enough to investigate. He had removed the only living German found inside the location and had him sat on the floor in the corridor outside RP 12.
Internally, RP 12 was the usual set-up of luxurious penthouse but there was blood spatter on the high ceilings, which are approximately 4.5 metres above floor level. On the bed was Entertainment Server No. 488 denoted “Aria”. She was tied in a spreadeagled fashion, lacerations were evident all over her body. The left leg quad muscle was deeply cut into and the bedding underneath her was soaked with partially coagulated blood. She had a very faint pulse and I applied a tourniquet to her left leg using a bathrobe belt that was hanging in the en-suite. She had other lacerations, I counted at least 17, some were covered by blood and difficult to identify, and there were several smaller but deep ones in the vaginal area. One of her breasts having nearly been detached. I called the Medical Emergency Services which arrived in 8 minutes and managed to save the
girl
Entertainment Server. While waiting for them I took all the images and video attached this day-report under the same nomenclature: Field Report 001 -1997-01-01.
I reprimanded Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer for not having called the MES immediately and having risked the loss of
li
Entertainment Server No. 488. When I did this the man that had been sitting on the floor, who was naked, covered in blood and appeared to be heavily intoxicated spoke up and said: “And for treading a superior officer with unacceptable disrespect!”
At this time, the MES were nearly finished and removing ES No. 488 from the premises using their a portable levitating psychotronic chamber. I told Feldpolizeiassistent Otto Bauer to go home, change (he was wearing only undergarments) meet me at the Orpo HQ building and report to my office where I would interview him properly. I instructed him to not discuss the incident with anyone and that interrogation would be done using the Falkenrath-Weiß machine.
As it was still relatively early on New Year’s Eve I thought it more expedient to take the suspect in myself. Taking another robe to cover up the man, I helped him up and had him wear it. In the process, probably due to his heavy level of intoxication and the fact he seems to have slipped on some of the blood he had been sitting in (not his), he fell awkwardly and injured his face on the wall near where he was sitting. I suspect his nose was fractured as he’s quite a heavy-set man and his full weight was behind his hitting his face hard on the wall. Some slight neck injury may also have resulted.
He became rather belligerent after his injury, so I had to restrain him with the second bathrobe belt. He was swearing and cursing quite a lot as I marched him to Orpo HQ and the containment cell. As there was no one else at the offices I awaited
Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer, and interrogated him.
Interrogation No. 0001-1997-01-01 Case N. 43,792 Summary Notes
Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer, was occupying RP 11, next door and heard screaming he described as “unnatural”. He therefore went to investigate, using his retinal scan access to open RP 12, where he said he saw the suspect sitting naked on ES No. 488, laughing, a bottle of what he assumed to be Terran Champagne in one hand and a serrated blade in his right hand. He was slashing at ES No. 488 apparently at random and alternately pouring some of the drink from the bottle on her and drinking from it. Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer said the suspect also seems to have been licking or perhaps biting the open wounds on ES No. 488 before he could get to him and remove him to the corridor where I found him. Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer, says he had asked the suspect for the knife when he approached him and the suspect handed it to him asking if Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer, “…wanted to have a go.” As soon as Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer got the knife, the suspect told him: “Stick it in her ass open her ass!” and then laughed in an unrestrained manner. Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer told me that he placed the knife inside the drawer the bedside table and then bodily helped and pull the man off ES No. 488 and placed him in the corridor. He then priority locked RP 12 using his retinal scan and went to collect his communicator. He called me at 7.08am and briefly described to me a serious incident had taken place. I was asleep at the time, so I hastily got dressed and arrived on site at 7.32am as reported above.
Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer, was where I found him, in the corridor, wearing only undergarments and holding his communicator. When I asked him why he did not call MES he had no good response. The Falkenrath-Weiß readings are attached in the report. My interpretation is that Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer was under shock due to the graphic nature of the incident and he shamefully could not face the situation as it was inside RP12.
Despite his training, it is my estimation that although well-intentioned and pro-active, Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer is not well-suited to field work that may entail violent offenders or particularly gruesome crime sites. He is however an observant and detailed investigator, and with more experience I believe this issue too could be quickly overcome. I would ask that he is allocated to me unless other arrangements have already been made, as I do not have an assistant yet.
Interrogation No. 0002-1997-01-01 Case N. 43,792 Summary Notes
Luftwaffe-SS Standartenführer Heinrich Krauss was placed in a containment cell 4 at 8.08am. I then interrogated him at 9.27am after having interrogated Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer. The suspect was belligerent, refusing to provide his details, not very coherent, and clearly still under the influence. I used interrogation technique 3, also as a way to ensure the prisoner was washed and any other wounds he may have sustained could be evidenced. The ice-cold water brought a sharp increase in his mental faculties. Once he had been thoroughly washed and the fans activated he began to be more reasonable. Apologising he now politely asked if he could receive some medical attention. I explained he must first provide his identity and the circumstances of the incident. It was only at this time, 9.57am that he identified himself as Luftwaffe-SS Standartenführer Heinrich Krauss. His only explanation for the damage to ES No. 488 was that he had been drinking and the ES been “un-cooperative, disrespectful and had insulted his stationed his rank.”
He had no reply as to how the ES could be uncooperative given she was tied spreadeagled fashion to the large bed in the RP12 quarters.
I immediately filled in the reports, properly tagged the reports and completed this report for eventual review by my superiors. I will now check on Luftwaffe-SS Standartenführer Heinrich Krauss’ state of mind and lucidity, and if deemed appropriate will release him, but if the intoxication persists, I will keep him in containment unit 4 providing liquids to aid recovery. Medical attention for his broken septum can be administered in due course.
Additional Entry at 12.45pm
Luftwaffe-SS Standartenführer Heinrich Krauss seems to have sobered considerably, however, perhaps in light of the unfortunate events of a few hours previous and the possible embarrassment this could procure him, he has now accused me of “having deliberately smashed his face against the wall” in the corridor. As at the time Herr Krauss was inebriated and trying to don the robe I had fetched for him, the accusation is, of course, baseless, nevertheless I can submit to a Falkenrath-Weiß test if deemed necessary.
Given his state of mind, I have only provided water and put in a request for a psychiatric evaluation by the relevant Ahnenerbe-SD for this district, who will respond within a maximum period of 24 hours. As today was supposed to be an off-day and I have filed all my work, I will now retire and take the accumulated 6 hours of leave additional to my allowance for New Year’s Day. Time: 1.08pm.
***
Orpo Feldpolizei Inspektor Kord Siegfried Neubauer closed his daily field report notebook, from which he had transcribed a few notes in order to finish his official report 001 on day 1 of month 1 of year 1997.
What a great fucking start to the year,
he thought.
Now to go home and sleep. If I can get to sleep at all. That sick fuck really did a number on the girl… Entertainment Server,
he tried to correct himself. Had to stay within the lines.
Can’t end up like Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer and be thought weak. No one above me gives a shit. So no one to take me under their wing like I am trying to do for Bauer.
He worried mildly about the Falkenrath-Weiß test, but not much. One of the perks of Orpo was that though relatively small in numbers, they were about the only organisations that could go toe to toe with high ranking officers and not pay a price for it. At least not directly.
Oh well,
though Kord,
it’s not as if I am going to let that fat, old fucker fly me around on one of his ships anyway. If he plans to exact revenge he will have to work for it.
Despite being tired and irritated at how the year had started, a small, deep, part of him, with the red eyes of a wolf and the grin of a predator, smiled. Luftwaffe-SS Standartenführer Heinrich Krauss’ face, and especially his nose, had made a very satisfying wet crunch when Kord had shoved the man’s face full force into the wall.
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By SubStackSyncer | 19 July 2024 | Posted in SubStack
For a continuing (but set a couple of years earlier) story in the Overlords of Mars Series, you now have a serialised Nazis on the Moon Police Procedural. And it’s all free, though I will welcome any paid subscriptions, as although I love writing in this milieu, I only have so many hours in the day, so if I could receive a little contribution for my efforts, I can write more regularly and produce more of this stuff.
I will get to my summarised points below in more detail in turn, but here is the factor I deem most important:
The blackpillers that say the whole think is fake and gay and a setup of Hollywood special effects are ultimately wrong about the assassination attempt being fake.
And this is an important aspect of why humans are now all so apathetic. They have managed to make you ignore the things that happen in front of your very eyes so much that now the “nothing matters” mentality is so entrenched that they have effectively neutered what would otherwise be the normal male human response to action.
The error of these black-pillers, who are ultimately the kind who are always “oh just so smart” to never believe anything, never commit fully to anything and thus never actually get involved in anything beyond their own, ego-driven, relentless superficial selfishness and consumerism, from my perspective, is the usual one that almost all human beings make constantly: conflation.
It is a phenomenon I saw endlessly with respect to the details of Catholicism and Sedevacantism. Human beings seem to have either forgotten or just generally be terrible at separating issues and putting them in their proper perspective in a logical fashion. I am still seeing committed Catholics still making this error with respect to basic things like Papal infallibility or the length of Papal absence, or whatever. And no don’t worry this is not a post about Catholicism. I mention it here because this is one of the errors humans are most prone to, and humanity’s enemies are very much adept at using it in every deceit they do. The gatekeepers like Alex Jones have been doing it for decades to discredit valid theories. Mix antigravity technology with little green men from Mars or Flat Earth, and you have now successfully added sewage to ice cream and turned it all to sewage.
This situation is the same (items in bold are most important):
The 20 year-old disposable wind-up toy they used is fake (in that he was not a lone gunman, obviously. He didn’t get where he got on his own, he was meant to not survive the attempt, etc. etc.)
But his being dead is very real.
The Secret Service (SS) leaving that roof unsecured by mistake is fake.
The shooter being killed by the sniper team on the roof above where trump was talking is fake (he was shot in the back of the head and at an angle that makes no sense from that location).
The photograph of trump fist raised with Amercian flag in the background absolutely looks staged and fake as many of the Moon landing pictures are (this is an important point and we’ll get to it in the details but it is not one of the two really pivotal points, as we’ll see).
The ex-security guard lesbian with Victoria Neuland resting face from Pepsi now being the HEAD of the SS is fake (she sure as shit didn’t get there by merit).
Ditto the lesbian-faced fattie who can’t find her holster by trump’s car after the shooting.
The cops not reacting to multiple bystanders saying “there is a guy with a rifle on that roof” is fake (cops are very incompetent as a rule, but not nearly 30 minute incompetent at that level in that circumstance) and we know its fake because we now know at least one cop went up on the roof. had the rifle pointed at him, so he retreated and shortly thereafter the shot at Trump was made.
It is absolutely fake that the now dead wind-up toy guy would have got into that position with a rifle because of just general “incompetence” alone Just like I believe it is absolutely fake that he had somehow procured “explosives” by himself and left them casually in his car at the rally.
The bullet that nearly killed Trump is real.
So… just on the summarised list above, there is a LOT of fake stuff, but here is what I am pretty certain is NOT fake:
The 20 year-old “lone shooter” being dead
The bullet that whizzed past Trump’s ear
And if I am correct about those 2 things, and I am very much sure I am, then, despite all the other things absolutely being fake, certain conclusions the blackpillers, and everyone else, may be coming to are simply no longer possibilities.
Especially the bullet being real but this still all being fake. That single data point is the most important and as the blogger of Uncle John’s Band once stated, my ability to draw conclusions from single data-point pattern recognition often stumps people, makes them think I am arrogant, or just “get lucky” on some of the things I tend to predict up to a few decades in advance.
But it’s not magic. It’s just math, logic, science and experience. So I am now going to walk you through a few things in order that are about as obvious as the sun in a cloudless sky but that I need to point out as such so that everyone is on the same page (because people conflate things and then get confused and come to bad conclusions). In order then they are:
1. Why it’s an inside job.
2. Who exactly is doing the inside job?
3. What this means for you specifically.
4. What you can do about it.
here we go:
1. Why it’s an inside job
All we need for this is the two data points we have above, BUT, I am relying on years of personal experience in private close protection, working with and in some cases training armed police, special ops guys and military, which may not be obvious to the average normal person but are like breathing to anyone in that field who is not a complete clown.
And while there ARE a LOT of clowns in “security” in general, the level of “incompetence” demonstrated, the response to the event and everything around it absolutely screams that this was not just “negligence” but that this had to include internal elements of the deep state and that the Secret Service on some level was complicit. Does this mean every single SS agent is a sell-out that wants Trump dead? No. I would say probably not. But are there elements within it that are corrupt as well as elements that are completely incompetent? Absolutely. And some will also be both corrupt and incompetent. How can I tell all this by the fact the bullet was real and the 20-year old guy is dead?
Very simple. I do not believe there is a single honest close protection individual on the planet that is of just adequate competence that would have left that single roof unguarded at 130 metres from Trump. Literally not one. And here are just a couple of guys from that industry that see it exactly the same way.
I agree 100% with him and although I can’t afford to do it for free because I have a bunch of kids that like to eat daily and a wife that also loves me more alive than dead, I’ll happily do it for a LOT of money and a guaranteed life insurance that goes to my family if I die. So, Donald, if you ever read this, let me know. You’d not be the first world-known billionaire I do close protection for, and I’m fairly sure just me and that guy above and the guy below, left to our own devices with some minimal funds to hire who we know and trust would probably do a better job than the SS that actually want to keep you alive, never mind the DIE-hires that look very up to date on the latest news in Lesbians-r-us. Or the Pepsi-swiller that runs them.
Here is gentleman #2
So on the basis of the most basic operational standards it is simply NOT possible this mere incompetence. A child given the problem would do a better job of securing the area.
Then there are the things we now know thanks to multiple video evidence that has now been timelined. Police and SS were alerted to the guy on the roof about 30 minutes before he started shooting. Once again, assuming they did nothing due to mere incompetence is unlikely, although, having dealt with security “professionals” at all levels for a number of years, I can tell you I do NOT exclude this possibility entirely. People are scared, most cops are cowardly bullies, and many if not perhaps most “hard men” in “security” related fields are SWAT team types (Sit, Wait, Act, Tough). There is a report of ONE cop being shunted up by another to see what was going on on the rooftop and the shooter apparently pointed the rifle at him, which made him retreat and shortly thereafter he fired at Trump. Still a few minutes passed. And the cop did not immediately sound the alarm, find a way to shoot the guy after initially retreating and so on. I believe this was probably a “good” cop, but as you can see, his reaction was far from adequate for his position.
Then there is the response from Butch Pepsi Xe, which honestly boggles the mind.
Yes. This is the official response as to why there was no SS or police, or anyone else present on that roof. It’s a health and safety issue, you see.
Possibly this pathetic ruminating cow also believes soldiers should not go to war if there is a risk of a hangnail or split-ends in their man-buns.
Look, I am not a fan of hiring Lesbian-faced, dog-looking cretins that are all about DIE hiring more of their clones, but do they fish them out of the absolute retard pool?
These “people” (amoebic alien life forms? Plant-based woke parasites?) are really just living memes and can best be explained by memes.
Then there is yet another point, which, however, falls a little further out in terms of relation to security matters, but informs a LOT about the WHO is responsible.
I have my doubts these people will actually “soon be unmasked” at all, but at any rate, we can certainly narrow the suspect pool just on the basis of this single data point.
Which brings us to…
2. Who is Doing the Inside Job?
Well, at a minimum we must assume that at least some elements within the Secret Service are complicit, and certainly the elements involved in the financial things mentioned directly above. Looking at a wider pattern, we already have known that the CIA was an absolutely terrorist organisation involved in everything from child trafficking, to arms and drugs, and we have known this for at least 40 years. The FBI has demonstrated itself to be absolutely corrupt and filled with both criminal level incompetence and actual criminals who left the Hunter Biden laptop achieve nothing and who have been implicated in trying to entrap, and literally fabricate evidence (of child pornography no less) against people that go against the Globohomo narrative, so, again, the actual people eon the ground that must have been involved at a minimum includes the SS but may well extent to the local police force, and any other three letter agencies that may have provided further logistics. For example, why were there no drones operating?
But ultimately the puppet masters are financial masters. And this, ultimately, leads to places like the Bank for International Settlement.
3. What it means for you specifically.
If you have been reading this blog and acting accordingly for at least 4 years, hopefully all this means very, very, little to you specifically; as it means very little to me. I’m just far more concerned with my tractor and learning not to keep breaking the joint between it and the trincia, which I have now done twice, like a damned mouth-breathing retard.
If on the other hand you’re in some USA metropolis like New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Washington DC etc, you may want to really hurry up and get yourself at least a bolt-hole and a go-bag for somewhere out of the city, because come November, maybe nothing will happen, but maybe between now and then, Civil War 2.0 definitely has a non-zero chance of happening (even if I still put it at a rather low percentage, like say no more than maybe 5-10% tops).
Far more importantly, you should be deep into making sure you have healthy and clean water and food security and general security for your location too. I think the economic crash is going to impact most people far more than the potential hot war “happening”, and you should prepare accordingly. Other than that, your day to day life probably has not changed at all since the assassination attempt unless you are one of the people directly affects by it.
4. What you can do about it.
As I said: Carry on and keep trying to work toward having a bolt-hole at least in a rural area, have weapons for self-defence, try to be as off-grid as possible and have some way to generate, hunt, fish, or trade for food and clean water in the event of fiat money just plain disappearing overnight.
The other thing you all absolutely need to STOP doing is pandering to the mentally ill self-destructing Zogbots and Homo-Globo Pushers. Push back. Tell them to fuck off and get back in their closets and mental asylums where they belong. Vote. Get involved in local elections. Use mass reporting tactics to cancel the freaks, give them no quarter, expel them from their position using whatever tactics work. Defund any business that is still trying to push woke agendas. Let placed like Bud Light beer die of starvation.
And absolutely build your community. Build it. Make friends, get involved. Get off-line and into real life. That is the real answer.
Some of the memes of the SS incompetence and DIEversity hires the head of the SS is on record as wanting to increase to 30% are truly hilarious because so apt.
A first point of general housekeeping, because I am a man with the technological grasp of ways to get us to the stars, but also absolutely hate the minutiae of how IT “works” on this planet, (Earth), and because putting a dozen IT “professionals” against a wall to be shot every single day in order to “motivate” those who work like “professionals” to instead work like logical human beings in order to NOT get shot, is like… frowned upon, apparently (a sure sign that damned communism has taken over, I tell you), I would be ever so grateful if one of you that can afford it, is happy to do so, will not incur a famine in your household for doing so, etc. etc. could subscribe to a paid subscription.
This will let me test if what I did to set the payments up is correct and works or not. It should be fine and working, but as I said… I don’t trust these “automated” systems, created by a mixture of incompetence, arrogance, desperation and imprecision that seems to plague every industry on Earth today. The first one of you to do so, even if it is just a $8 a month subscription and you cancel it after the first payment has gone through, I will consider a founding member regardless of the amount pledged. I really just want to test this thing is all.
Right, if you have managed to work your way through that first paragraph-sentence, congratulations, your brain works at least as well as those of people who lived a couple of hundred years ago, who (no joke, this is real) had a vocabulary about three times as large as present day “literate” people, and whom had no issue whatsoever keeping a long sentence in mind, since it was/is all contextual.
You have also reached possibly the last (maybe, no promises) bit of “writer’s angst” I will share with you. And I say maybe, because the level of angst it causes is zero and it is simply something I am weighing up between me and me as to what I want to do to either please my own sense of aesthetics and/or reducing my level of pain-in-the-butt weird word typing/corrections I am liable to run into, so here it is.
The setting is on Germanic, Nazi Luna, so obviously things are done in German, which, like Afrikaans, is a language I find offensive to my noble ears, and as a result I have made zero effort to learn any of it, nor am I likely to ever learn any of it. You know, barring funny moustache guy 2.0 suddenly appearing and taking over the world and forcing everyone to learn it, or something. So that is the practical reality.
HOWEVER, I do want to place at least a little flavour of “GermaNaziness” in the whole story, because… duh… it’s about Nazis on the Moon! So I would tend towards keeping Inspektor Kord’s Title (and everyone else’s too) as the original German spelling. This is in essence, the approach I took in the books. It is a little less painful when typing it up in a word processor as you can just add the Germanic Titles to the local dictionary so autocorrect doesn’t do the “wreck-a-nice-beach” that automatic
recognise speech
programs tend to do. On this here blog… it will probably become an unholy mess and much sinful swearing on my part every time the “helpful” corrections make me have to re-type the damned ranks 17 times. Despite all that… since beauty, to my mind, is perhaps the most glorious personifications of God’s existence, grace and beauty, I must suffer for my art. So, Inspektor it will be, as well a AllAbsultuKammlerdörpfImHimmlersunderkartments will be all the other Germanic type ranks and related…. stuff.
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Alright, that is it. The next post you see will be the start of the Lunar Nazi Oder Police’s Procedural featuring Ordnungspolizei Feldpolizei Inspektor Kord Siegfried Neubauer.
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By SubStackSyncer | 15 July 2024 | Posted in SubStack
Well, it hasn’t even been 24 hours and my subscribers have more than doubled and some have even already pledged money, which made me have to quickly set up the payment processor thing. So, indeed, you can now sponsor me to the grand cost of $8 a month, $80 a year, or $120 as a one time founder fee (if I read it right). I think founder fees will get you at least a cameo in one of the stories if not a continuing character, subject to:
You agreeing to it (I will need the name you want me to use) and an email or something in writing telling me you are ok with it.
You understanding that your character has no guarantee of being a good guy, not dying horribly, and so on.
Of course, if you wish to have a character with a major story plot/line/good-guy (or evil villain for that matter) you can certainly fund it by sending me a brief synopsis and a payment commensurate with how much work/detail I have to deal with.
Now that we got the vicious subject of gold out of the way, allow me to give you a brief glimpse of my creative process. Please don’t despair if you think you will now have 16 paragraphs detailing how I am a
wordsmith
and each word is forged with the loving care of a pregnant hippo and the tears of angels, mixed with the neighing of unicorns from a meadow of rhododendrons filled with perfect snow-crystals.
People who use the made-up word “wordsmith” should face a firing squad without benefit of a last cigarette as far as I am concerned. If you care about that crap, you can read a post I wrote literally a dozen years ago on
my way of writing, here
.
Here, I shall reveal the true secret of how I make my stories come to life. Ready? (Drum-roll please)…
I make it all up as I go along.
Literally.
The characters sometimes drive my initial story off a cliff and a whole different one has to come up. The
Overlords of Mars
trilogy was pretty much the only series of books that I had a specific and laid out general idea of where things were going and the big plot lines from the start, but even then, my characters (like players in an old style pen and paper RPG) keep going off track, falling in lust or love with the wrong characters, get shot, possibly start and intergalactic war, and God only knows what else.
The more recent
In the Shadow of Monte Castello
was started simply because the opening scene of the story is an image/scene/idea I had while walking on my farmland at 3 am and thinking, how cool would it be if… Well, I don’t want to give you any spoilers, since it’s a new book, but honestly that was it. I only had this one flash of a scene in my head. No plot, no story, no idea where it might go and so on. And I thought, you know what? I am not even going to worry about it. So I just wrote it for fun, And I was done with the rough draft in a week and the finished thing in the second week. I have now completed book II of that series in rough draft and hope to have it out in a week or so. It took a little longer because it is about 50% longer and also I had to remember and check on port-plot-lines from book I in order to keep my continuity going. But let’s get back to Inspektor Kord…
We know he has black hair and brown eyes, is about 28-29 years old, effective and efficient at his job and normally is not required to dress in uniform.
I’m going to say he is somewhat partial to a very light leather or faux leather jacket under which he carries a shoulder-holstered pistol.
Being as we are on Luna and essentially a full extension of Nazi Germany on it, I am also going to make some assumptions. This is the only post where I will take the time to explain to you all my mental processes of how I am starting this story, just so you can see, I am literally making it up even as I write these words.
The usual service pistol of the police in Nazi Germany was either the PPK which literally stood for Polizeipistole Kriminal: police pistol criminal “office”, in 7.65mm (32 ACP) or the Walther P-38 in 9mm Parabellum. The Luger was generally more for military officers but might have made an appearance here or there, as might have the broom-handled Mauser, which however was quite massive and officially usually just for military personnel. On Luna, the “subhuman” elements should have been done away with for the most part, nevertheless, military officers and so on, certainly go around armed as a standard practice, so it is conceivable that an Orpo Inspektor, might find himself having to question or arrest an armed person, even in the utopian aryan Luna. So he needs to be armed. And he will be with some space-equivalent of a PPK. So it will be a smallish, high-tech, low-capacity handgun. Now… just what precise look and feel and most importantly, ammunition are we going to say it uses?
Well… advanced tech… German Nazi stuff… it’s not going to be limited to a single type of ammunition. I would begin to equate it with what in the Traveller RPG was called a Snub Pistol. Designed to be able to fire in vacuum too, it was a standard shipboard weapon that could fire Flechette rounds, normal sabot (solids), High Explosive, or High Explosive Armour Piercing rounds. So we’re going to say that is what the standard Orpo issue sidearm for an Inspektor is (although I already have it in my head that the special ops version of Orpo, will have a bigger handgun with selector switch that can fire in fully automatic mode…but, no, no, must not get side-tracked…).
I will say it has a seven round capacity, just like a PPK and that it can indeed fire a variety of rounds:
Taggers – A mixture of paint and tiny electronic tags that embed themselves in the clothing/flesh of the target to make tracking them extremely easy.
HEAP – High Explosive Armour Piercing rounds (to defeat personal armour or shoot someone behind certain type of cover).
HE – High Explosive rounds; frowned upon if used in civilian spaces as the fragmentation could injure innocent bystanders. Can be useful in non-civilian spaces or strategically when there are multiple opponents or they are hiding behind cover.
Solid rounds – A standard metal slug.
Taser/Electrocution – A charged slug that releases a large electro-magneto-psychotronic charge. There are two types, a “stun” round that tends to put people to sleep with usually non-permanent neurological damage, and a “lethal” round that tends to fry all neurone links and reduce a brain to instant death and little chance of even PSI enabled people to read anything off the dead/dying brain.
And he carries two spare magazines to balance the weight.
Loaded as follows:
Magazine in the gun
Taser Stun
Slug
Slug
HEAP
HEAP
HEAP
Taser Fatal
Spare 1
HEAP
HEAP
HEAP
HEAP
Taser Fatal
Taser Fatal
Taser Fatal
Spare 2
HE
HE
HE
HE
HE
HE
HE
And for those of you that think this is WAAAAAAAYYY too much thought process to spend on just the guy’s gun, well… you, sir, (or madam), clearly don’t understand the subtleties one can glean from an inspector’s weapon and the specifics of his carry ammo.
He also carries a lockable blade relatively small knife, with tanto-shaped blade, but mostly uses it for practical things, not as a weapon.
So I now have all I need to start. No… wait, when working Kord also carries a small photo/video/audio recording device he can also dictate into and will translate things to text he can have printed out back at the office. He uses this as a general notepad, day-planner, interview recorder, camera for taking pictures and so on.
Right. Now, we are ready to start.
This post was originally published on my Substack. Link
here
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By SubStackSyncer | 14 July 2024 | Posted in SubStack
“The SS was probably just the usual incompetent government work.”
To:
“If they were not directly complicit, the level of incompetence is unquestionably already deeply into criminal territory.”
Mainly because of the size of the venue, the roof not being secured, the civilians spotting the shooter and calling it out and no reaction from police or SS, and the SS sniper literally looking at the shooter as the guy is taking a shot, as well as who/how/why the video of the SS sniper was being filmed, as well as that Vincent Fusca guy being there.
So, go to the link above where I will add relevant bits as they come in.
Because it’s not like the mainstream media is going to actually use the word ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT.
Yes this last image is unverified, but it sure reads like the rulebook they use.
Although Gab took a sharp downturn in usage when Torba decided to fully monetise Gab, it’s still one of the few places where a certain liberty of speech, especially political speech was permitted to an extent that while not approaching the 1990s, came close.
Today he advised people to not post anything even remotely hinting at a violent response in the face of the Trump assassination, which is about the limit any platform online simply cannot cross nowadays, but what I found interesting is that he made a comment that for the first time reflects what I have been doing and telling others to do for about two decades. And since two decades is about the time it takes for a lot of what I see as obvious to start to become accepted fact, I am hoping with some actual real hope for once, that the tide might actually be about to turn on the whole freakshow that is Clown World and their insane degeneracy, LGBTPedo agenda, “antifascism”, communist hive-think, nonsensical feminism, destruction of logic, knowledge of objective reality, demonisation of men in general and white, heterosexual males in particular.
Here is his comment. I have a couple of comments on it and a TL;DR version in my own words at the bottom.
After tonight’s events I have come to the realization that I no longer want any association whatsoever with any liberals. None. Not in the community, not at church, not anywhere. The reasons for this decision are rooted in the belief that being around these people poses a threat to our sanity, safety, and families. First and foremost, the constant bombardment of liberal ideologies and beliefs has become a source of mental and emotional exhaustion. The never-ending debates, the constant need to defend our values, and the relentless pressure to conform to their worldview have taken a toll on our mental well-being. These people are insane and in associating with them we allow their madness to infect us. The safety of our families and communities is at risk when we associate with liberals. The liberal narrative often promotes a sense of victimhood, division, and chaos, which leads to violent protests, property destruction, and even physical harm to those who dare to oppose their views as we witnessed tonight. We must prioritize the safety and well-being of our loved ones by distancing ourselves from those who subscribe to such destructive ideologies. Get and stay far away from these people.
He’s right broadly speaking, and I understand his reticence to host any incitements to violence on his platform, but there are two points of actual objective, factual, observable reality he’s missing and a third even more important one without which nothing will change, and they are these:
First: Retreating from these people is NOT the answer. It’s what the general population of not yet insane people have been doing for seven decades in a row. Enough. Fuck retreating. Make THEM retreat, and get back into whatever closet or rock they crawled out of. Be in their face. Stop tolerating their nonsense. No, homosexuality is not normal. No, it will not be taught to me or my children as being normal. It is unnatural, deviant, degenerate behaviour that carries extremely high health risks and is associate with extremely elevated incidence of child sexual abuse, rape and molestation. And I don’t give a flying solitary fuck if that upsets you. You can get upset about the sun rising in the East too and I don’t give a fuck about that upsetting you any more than the other facts I just stated. It’s how reality works. Deal with it. Your mental illness is not my problem and trying to make it so will not go well with you.
The same applies to EVERY one of their bullshit agendas. I don’t want my country, culture, religion, nation or people to be overrun by foreigners that not only have a different culture, religion and nation, but who are demonstrably, statistically, a net threat to my people. No, I don’t need to “respect” your pedophile religion, and fake “gods” and fake “messiah”. Go believe that shit in your own place and don’t expect me to pretend your fake religion is “equivalent” to mine, when mine created the best situation humanity has ever seen on Earth and yours has done no such thing but in fact is demonstrably a net negative when compared to mine. And no, I don’t give a shit if you think that makes me “racist” or a “bigot”. In fact I am. I absolutely discriminate against people incapable of facing and loving the truth above their own personal opinions based in selfishness, ego, cowardice, and intentional evil. The colour of your skin matters very little to me, except I have had a tendency to find slightly cappuccino coloured pretty girls more sexually enticing, perhaps, on average, but then I am not exactly a “bigot” in that regard either, since I have appreciated all sorts of diversity in the females of the species. All of which are moot points now since I am happily married and Catholic. The point is that my “racism/bigotry” is reserved for the shitty nature of your inability to face reality as it is, your capacity or lack thereof to act as a civilised human being; not only when everything is good, but also when things are less than ideal; and your overall level of virtues I appreciate, like honesty, courage, directness, patience, loyalty and so on, and your personal philosophy and belief systems and/or religion. And if your religion says fucking kids is fine, then fuck you, and fuck your religion; and that means Judaism and Islam. It’s in your books so stop pretending it’s not.
Feminism is toxic. The Patriarchy is good and what has built anything worthwhile on this Earth and Catholicism (not Novus Orcianism) is the one, true, holy religion on Earth. And while I will not hate you for not understanding that last point, as I missed it myself for most of my life, thanks to lies we are all raised under, and would have continued to miss it but for God’s Grace, I certainly understand the conviction of someone that thinks Catholicism is fake, gay and retarded. I was one of you. I can only suggest you read The Crusades,which is flawlessly historically accurate and now available easily in digital format here. I don’t think any man that is not, gay, fake and retarded can read what those men were like and what they did without getting an overwhelming sense of respect for them.
The whole point of this first point is simply this: No. retreating is NOT the way. Pushing back, directly, unequivocally, loudly, and unambiguously and unapologetically is the way.
Second: While I do not like or advocate for needless violence, I have always, and will always, advocate for self-defence. These people have been making you retreat psychologically, emotionally, intellectually and now physically, by violence and the threat of violence. I am supposed to let a predatory pedophile twerk in front of my toddler children but if I call you a fag, I can go to jail? Well, guess what: fuck you. I’ll call you a fag and physically remove you from anywhere near my children if I see you acting that way. And wake up: no one is voting these people out of the positions of power over you that they gained by subterfuge, bribery, fraud and murder. Do you really think the Clintons didn’t have a bunch of people killed? It was public knowledge in the early 1990s, now it’s “expected”. You think the war in Ukraine is not about money, power and control as well as intentional genocide? Or that the genocide in Gaza is not? Go see a few of the telegram channels that show you what the Jewish people and soldiers of Israel are doing to children in Palestine. And their mothers and fathers who have been labelled as a whole people as worthy of total elimination by standing politicians in Israel.
You think your vote is going to stop Bill Gates and Soros and WEF Klaus Schwabs and the other billionaire mentally ill degenerates from pumping chemtrails, mRNA, nanobots and 5G towers all around you? You think the people who run and own the Bank for International Settlement will not use every trick in the book to enslave you, including mass murder on a global scale? Because if you still believe you live on a fair planet based on some fiction called “democracy” then you really are too stupid to convince you of anything meaningful.
The only thing that will remove such people from the equation is force. The fact you have barely begun to understand how they have been intentionally poisoning you and your children for almost a century while destroying, infiltrating and corrupting anything that stood in their way (primarily the Catholic Church with its dogmas and nobility as its enforcing and defending arm), doesn’t mean they have not been attacking you. They have. You’re only starting to see it a bit now. When you realise 9/11 did not at all happen the way you have been told on TV, even when it literally did not play out as they are telling you in front of your own eyes, like announcing building seven too has collapsed while it’s still standing behind the live broadcaster, and hasn’t been hit by any plane at all. Or the entire Covid, genetic serums, and 5G genocidal scam. Or pretty much ALL vaccines, even the “real” ones, from the very start, being actually anything but good for you.
They have been trying to cripple, enslave, and murder you for generations. Self-defence is just fine. Which of course means identifying the real culprits and perpetrators as well as defending yourself in the immediate situation you may find yourself in. Violence to defend yourself from violence is fine. So learn to protect yourself and put things in their proper perspective.
Third: And this is really the key point. While you must, absolutely, push back on every level, vote in local elections, put yourself forward as a candidate, change things from the people you associate with to the local PTA or Home Owners Association board, all the way to the local council, professors in academia and so on, as well as absolutely defend yourself and your loved ones from any physical or violent attacks of force against you, you should not get bogged down in this so much that you lose sight of the real enemy. And while you may not be able to get to the real puppet masters directly, you can certainly get to their fifth puppets a few times removed.
Replace that woke teacher. Get a new sane mayor. Stop tolerating that degenerate freak that is a friend of a friend or even a family member. It’s simply time for you to make a choice. Reality or lies. Truth or fake. No, there is no way, ever, that a man can get “preganant”. Yes, there are ONLY two sexes. No, “gender” does not define the “sexuality” or rather sexual preference, of any living thing, it’s a word used in grammar to differentiate words, in romantic languages for example, that have feminine or masculine gender. Like il gatto (the cat) is masculine but la gatta (the [female] cat) is feminine. But also la tavola (the table) and la macchina (the car) are feminine, so it’s not limited to the sex of an animal. Again, this follows from point one and two above: push back in all the dimensions required, but never lose sight of who, specifically, both collectively and individually down to the specific person, has pushed for, financed, and legislated for, the current level of insanity; and who they have oppressed, murdered, cancelled, ruined emotionally, financially and physically. And as soon as you are able to, remove them from their positions and bring them to account for their crimes against humanity.
Succinctly then, the TL;DR is this:
1. Push back
2. Violence in self-defence is just fine
3. Know with specificity and precision who the masterminds are when it comes to your enemies.
None of these three points are controversial or difficult to understand, so stop being, or pretending to be, shocked. Man up and carry on.
Farmwork, Farmers, and Warriors
I’ve not blogged this weekend really, because, having broken the joint between the tractor and the trincia twice in a row, this weekend was spend doing work more to my station in life as far as farming is concerned:
Swinging a machete at brambles and various weeds and shoots at the base of my olive trees for 7 hours in a row while my good friend who is born to tractors the way I was born to guns, spent the same time making my almost jungle into a pristine field.
The man worked without a shirt or suntan lotion the whole time and the exhaust from the tractor had covered him in a fine layer of soot by the end of the day. Walking back to the house for some fish lunch/dinner my daughter had actually cooked, I said:
“Well, I was doing most of the slave-work, but looks like you’re the black one today.”
His reply: “What, this? No, this is suntan lotion.”
He’s a little guy but he’s tough, and even though we only met some three years ago, I knew right away the kind of guy he is. Very polite but will not hesitate to speak his mind, so after the first few times we met up with him and his wife and son and he started helping me here and there when he asked me something a few weeks after we met I told him: “Look. There is no point in all the politeness with me. I’m kind of a savage, so let’s just pretend we’ve known each other for 30 years and we can dispense with the formalities.”
He’s spent about 30 hours in the last three weekends helping me out, not to mention finding the tractor with attachments in the first place. He’d spent about a month or so visiting people over 100km away to see their tractors (in the rain in the final instance) because he knew I am about as ignorant as a goat about Tractors.
When I got the tractor and saw what I had, I realised it was literally worth twice what I paid for it, so I told him it wasn’t my tractor. It was ours. I put in cash, he put in the sweat and knowledge.
If I manage to make this farm economically viable, I plan to share whatever profits we can make with him.
And though it will be a much simpler task than what he’s been doing tractor-wise, when he eventually gets his rifle, I plan to take him to the range and help him with what I know.
Truly the friendships between men that are still men is a unique thing. And may a curse lie on all those freaks that try and make this kind of friendship as if it were in some way related to their own degenerate faggotry. Polluting everything from the Illiad to Ancient Rome with their revisionist fake news.
I commented to a friend that while I am just about useless as a farmer, because I come from hunters, soldiers, fighters, crusaders (literally), and warriors, I have always noticed that farmers and warriors, though being different, always have a deep respect for each other.
He commented that:
“Because reality has been a real bitch to both of them.”
And I said:
“Yet neither type resents it.”
And it’s true. I think we get on because you absolutely cannot be a farmer or a fighter or a hunter without accepting reality.
And the ways are kind of similar if applied differently.
Both need to be patient. The farmer to plan and do his work according to the weather and proper ways of nature. The hunter to track and stalk or wait for his prey, regardless of the weather.
When action is required it has to be decisive and swift but not emotional or impulsive.
A farmer and a warrior both must love and take care of their tools, yet not be so attached to them either, as ultimately they are a means to an end.
In all things, farming and warring with other men force you to deal with reality and nature, because, like food and water, like the weather, violence among men has always existed, and as long as we are on this Earth, always will.
It’s funny how both his name and mine are quite literally dedicated to God and His Love for us humans. He’s named after one of the few cool Popes and his surname literally means From God’s Place.
I’m named after Mary’s husband and my surname is from the Greek for Friend or Lover, as is my family motto on our shield: Love Conquers All.
God truly has a subtle and refined sense of humour. And life is good.
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By G | 21 July 2024 | Posted in Farming Life, Social Commentary