Monday, 17 February 2020

The Living Undead

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    It was the End of Days.
    Civilisation had collapsed. Law and order were a distant memory. Chaos ruled the streets.
    It was the time so many had so long waited so eagerly for.
    The Zombocalypse had come at last.
    Fanboy Number One leaned back in his chair and stared, gloating, up at the ceiling. In his imagination, through it, his gaze reached the hordes of Dead Fucks shambling along the streets. Sensually, like a lover, he stroked the sleek black M 16 rifle in his hands. The magazine was full of metal jacketed rounds, all ready to blast holes through the heads of any of Those Things that Fanboy Number One aimed at.
    Behind Fanboy Number One, leaned against the basement wall, piled on the table and chairs, and thrown on the bed, was the rest of his beloved arsenal; an M 1, an M 2, one M 3, an M 4, two M 6s, an M 7, one M 8, part of an M 10 (the stock was missing), an M 11, an M 14, an M 15, another M 16, an M 17, no less than three M 19s, an M 20, a couple of M 57s, one M 85, and an M 99. There was also an Armalite, a Legaheavy, a Winchester, a Losebacker, a Colt Special, a Horse General, a Desert Eagle, a Forest Pigeon, a Glock, a Gkey, a pump shotgun, and an aqueduct shotgun. Of course there was ammunition for all of them: piles of shotgun shells in 12 gauge, 21 gauge, 14 gauge and 23 gauge; bullets in 0.22, 0.25, 0.52, 0.32, 0.23, 0.44, 0.45, 0.53, 5.56mm, 6.55mm, 7.62 mm, 6.27 mm, 9 mm, 12.7mm, and 7.12 mm sizes, all thrown together in confusion.  Also there were cans of gun oil, slings, leather holsters, and posters on the wall of Arnold Schwarzenegger using all of those weapons, sometimes all of them at once. There was also a katana, a compound bow, another compound bow, yet another compound bow, an arrow, and, last but not the least, a Stinger surface to air missile loaded in a disposable portable launcher. Fanboy Number One intended to use this on any interfering helicopter that might threaten him with rescue.
    Fanboy Number One did not want rescue. Fanboy Number One was very happy right where he was.
    How long had Fanboy Number One waited for this day? How many years had he spent watching zombie movies, worshipping the Sainted George Romero, knowing him for the Holy Prophet that he was, instead of merely the maker of trash movies that everyone else took him for? How many hundreds of hours had he crouched over his keyboard, gnawing at sandwiches while reading zombie fiction on sites such as the Home Page Of The Dead and posting messages on zombie survival fora? He’d known, known, damn it, that this day would come! How he had planned for this, how he’d pined, hating the stupid fools who said he was an immature basement dwelling troglodyte with neither social skills nor any aptitude to make a living! How many times he had promised himself that when the day came, he would show them.
    The day, the glorious day, had finally arrived, and Fanboy Number One was ready.
    No, he did not want rescue, not at all.
    Turning back to his computer, Fanboy Number One brushed a few of the larger crumbs off the keyboard and turned on the machine. He grimaced slightly when he saw that the internet was still up. He had mixed feelings about this. If the net was up, he could gloat over all the losers who had mocked him and, obviously, had not prepared for this day. He, who had absorbed the teachings of Saint Romero, was chosen and would survive. They, who had mocked, would all die, and they deserved to. But not before they had to endure his gloating.
        Still, there was something he knew: absolutely everyone but he couldn’t be allowed to die. It was compulsory that at least a few needed to survive. Yes, there had to be a fairly stupid moron who was to act as a representative of all the imbeciles who had not Heard Romero’s Call, and who had better be abjectly grateful to Fanboy Number One for saving his pathetic life. There had to be a Fanboy Number Seventy or thereabouts – nowhere even close to Fanboy Number One, no threat to him at all, but useful to look out for any shambling Pus Buckets who managed to evade Fanboy Number One’s eagle eyes and eternal vigilance. And, of course, there had to be a Beautiful Woman. This was the most important of all. She would be beautiful, as beautiful as all those women on the internet who posed without any clothes on, and, unlike all the women who in real life avoided Fanboy Number One as though he’d got Coronavirus, she would be head over heels in love with him.
    Of course she would be head over heels in love with him. Fanboy Number One even knew exactly how it would happen. He would be out in the street; the broad avenues which he normally shunned, because of the crowds of people who were, for all their manifest inferiority, taller, cleaner, better looking, better dressed, and ignored him totally. Now, though, he would be the king of all he surveyed, with one of his M 16s in his arms, his sceptre of reign as well as his executioner’s sword. He’d also have his Winchester, or maybe his Losebacker, slung over his shoulder, and his Desert Special at his hip. The katana would be slung from his other hip, his pockets loaded with ammunition. He would fear nobody, not a Rotting Gut Bucket zombie nor any living human, because he would be the king.
    And he would hear them, the zombie hordes, slobbering and moaning as they searched for food. He would follow the groans and moans, because it would be fun to destroy them, one-line quips already forming in his head and trembling on his lips, eager to be uttered. Things like, “You thought you were dead, now you’re deader than dead.” Or, “Zombies? We don’t need no stinkin’ zombies. And you stink.” Or something else, he knew he would think of something absolutely fitting when the moment came. Anyway, he would find them, crowded around the building where she was trapped, slapping and clawing at the doors. And he would see her, peering down from an upper window, her terror not doing anything to mask her fantastic beauty, her immaculately made-up face framed by her perfectly coiffed hair. Maybe she would be, Fanboy Number One amended regretfully, that wasn’t likely when she was running from zombies. She’d probably be in torn jeans, a shabby jacket, and scuffed boots. No, she’d get naked later, when he’d got her to safety. He could wait that long.
    “Hold on,” he would shout up at her, where she waited at the window, her eyes suddenly filled with wild hope. “Hold on, I’ll save you.” And he would raise his M 16 and squeeze off shots, one by one, every one through a Dead Fuck’s decomposing braincase, the Pus Buckets falling like ninepins before his bullets. At first the survivors would turn, moaning and gibbering with hunger and hatred, but before his bullets they would learn fear. Even their rotted, flyblown ambulating carcasses would know fear of him, and they would slink off at last, just as he shot his way to the door, and they would leave him alone.
    “Oh god,” she would say, and fling herself sobbing into his arms, when he’d shot the lock off the door and made his way inside. “Oh god, I thought I was done for this time.” And she’d kiss his mouth. Fanboy Number One, who’d never kissed or been kissed by anything or anyone, licked his lips, anticipating how it would feel.
    “We’ve got to get away,” he’d say. “I got rid of Those Things, but they’ll be back.” And they would hear the moaning and shuffling as the zombie hordes, swollen with reinforcements, returned. “Here,” he’d say, handing her the katana, because women with swords were sexy. “Here, take this.” And she would take the sword and flourish it, the sun glinting along the edge, and her face would fill with grim determination.
    “Now let them come,” she would say, through gritted – yet impeccably clean, without a trace of plaque or caries – teeth. “Let them come, and we’ll show them.” And as the zombies came shuffling forward, she would swing the sword, and rotting heads would go tumbling off undead shoulders just as fast as Fanboy Number One’s bullets would smash other rotting heads like overripe pumpkins. Oh, those zombies would pay for their presumption. How they would pay!
    Then when they got back to his basement, she would push him down on the bed, take off all her clothes, take off all his clothes, put on a pair of stiletto heels, and then make love to him as expertly as all the women on the porn videos Fanboy Number One spent hours every day watching, every minute that he wasn’t on the zombie sites, that is. Afterwards, she would relax in his arms and tell him her sad story.
    “When those Dead Things rose,” she would say, “I found shelter with a group of Survivors, as they called themselves. They had made an armed camp in a mall, under a man called the Demon Kid. And he soon made all of us prisoners.” She would tell him all about the tortures the Demon Kid would have inflicted on her, but he didn’t bother to imagine that part. It didn’t matter. “At last I managed to escape, but I’d hardly got away when I was found and chased by those Dead Fucks. I ran for shelter into the building where you saved me Just In Time. And I’m afraid that the Demon Kid will be looking for me, and find me again.”
    “Not unless I find him first,” Fanboy Number One would grind out, reaching for a shotgun or two and springing to his feet. “Get the sword and come on.”
    “You’re so heroic,” the Beautiful Woman would say. “Nothing scares you at all.” And she’d make love to him all over again.
    Afterwards, they would go to the mall, which the Demon Kid would have turned into a fortress with barbed wire festooned with the heads of zombies. But the Beautiful Woman would know a secret back way in, by which she had escaped, and they would march right into the Demon Kid’s den. Fanboy Number One would look at the cowering Demon Kid, and would lift his lip in a sneer. “Consider yourself the Demonetised Kid,” he would say, and blow the Demon Kid’s head off with one shotgun blast.
    Then all the Demon Kid’s group would swear loyalty to Fanboy Number One, but he’d dismiss them all, except for Fanboy Number Seventy, who would be useful, and Fairly Stupid Moron, so he could be snivellingly grateful every day to Fanboy Number One. And if either of them even looked at Beautiful Woman, he’d shoot their heads off, too.
    Thinking about how this would all be, Fanboy Number One grinned savagely to himself and thumped away on his keyboard. “I’ll go out to bag me some Zombie Dead Pus Buckets,” he typed out. “And then I’ll come back and teach all you losers just how it should be done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!”
    Then, picking up his M 16, he slung his Losebacker over one shoulder and slapped on his Forest Pigeon on one hip. He strapped the katana on his other hip, took one step, tripped over it, and fell flat on his face. His M 16 went off and a bullet crashed through his computer.
    “To hell with those losers anyway,” he said, wiping the blood from his nose. “They’ll be dead soon, and then I’ll shoot them all in the face.”
    Then he stomped out of his basement and up into the street, where a gang of cannibals immediately set on him, knocked him over the head with a bludgeon, barbecued and ate him over a campfire, and licked their fingers clean afterwards with delight.
    There never were any zombies, of course.

Copyright B Purkayastha 2020

Thursday, 30 January 2020

Re-examining the Holocaust

Intro: This post is an expanded version of a response I made to an article on the site, about an article on the so-called “Devil Doctor of Auschwitz”, Dr Josef Mengele, who, as a new book points out, didn’t do half or a quarter of the crimes attributed to him. As usual, I am not responsible for any fights, quarrels, misunderstandings or whatnot that might break out as a result of divergent opinions/misunderstandings of what I have to say.


My own position on the Holocaust has been evolving and changing over the years. I have never believed the six million Jews killed at any point*, but I started out from the idea that an organised attempt to massacre the Jews of Europe had been undertaken by the Nazis. Nor did I accept at any point the claim that six million Jews were gassed, because, well, that was never a claim made even by the Holocaust official story, which only claims a total Jewish death toll, from all causes put together, including disease, beatings, overwork, starvation, shooting, natural deaths in the camps from old age, as well as gassing, of six million**.

But I did accept, as a starting point, that a systematic attempt to murder the Jews of Europe had been made. Which standpoint I have found myself drastically amending over the years.

One strange thing I found out almost immediately: even according to the official story, until the Wannsee Conference of January 1942 at which the Endlösung (Final Solution) to the “Jewish Problem” was allegedly first discussed, no systematic attempt at mass murder of Jews had allegedly taken place. Why? Assuming the Nazis were determined to wipe the Jewish people (I won’t say “race”) off the face of the earth, should they not have been doing this from the moment they came into power, or at least since the late 1930s? Why wait till 1942, when the British were still unbeaten, the effort to eliminate the USSR had failed, Amerikastan had been added to their list of enemies, and any realistic government should be focused on winning the war, not pouring money and effort into a pointless campaign of extermination? (Yes, pointless, even according to the official story; it has SS General Walther Schellenberg claiming that since “only a third of the Jews were under our control, it was…worse than a folly.”) How did this tally with the official account, since said official account also claimed the Nazis were monsters of efficient evil to destroy whom anything, including the mass destruction of German cities, was justified?

It didn’t.

Oh, but, I was then told by Lawrence Rees’ Auschwitz, the Nazis didn’t start out with the object of extermination of the Jews: they intended instead to “resettle” them outside Europe to get rid of them. Perhaps in Palestine, perhaps in Madagascar, but out of Europe. (So how exactly, I asked myself, was this different from the zionist project and the Balfour declaration of 1917, both of which also wanted all Jews to be shifted off elsewhere out of Europe? It wasn’t.) Anyway, so says Rees, the war forced the Germans to abandon those plans, so they had a “storage” problem. Poles had to be shifted out of their houses to make way for Germans to be settled in the annexed part of Poland. Those Poles had to be accommodated by shifting Jews out of Jewish housing. And in order to do that the Jews had to be put somewhere, or killed if there was nowhere to put them. Hence Auschwitz and the death camps of Sobibor, Treblinka and Belzec (I don’t recall that Rees mentioned Majdanek, but it’s been years since I read his book). Inescapable conclusion from Rees’ own logic: assuming that there had been a deliberate attempt to exterminate Jews at all, it had nothing to do with a predetermined plan but entirely owing to the pressure of circumstances.

Let me clarify at this point that when I say “organised attempt to exterminate all Jews”, I mean exactly that and only that. I am not addressing the question of whether Jews were hated in Europe at the time, how extensive that hatred was, or how justified or otherwise. That is a different matter altogether; I will only say here that Nazis – that fascists of all kinds – can only survive by assiduously building up and maintaining a vulnerable minority as a scapegoat and target for public anger. In this article I will focus on the question of whether the Nazis had set out in a planned, organised manner to murder all the Jews they got their hands on.

After all, that’s what they’re supposed to have done, right? That’s what the zionazi pseudostate in Occupied Palestine uses as a shield for its own crimes to this day, right? That’s why assorted vermin, including Pence and Putin, went to the zionazi pseudostate to grovel in fealty before war criminal and zionazi “prime minister” Nazinyahu, isn’t that so?

But had there been a deliberate plan to exterminate all Jews? All?

Here again we come up with a problem. In Occupied France, with a huge French Jewish population, the Nazis didn’t (per Rees, again) deport a single French Jew. Not one! The Vichy French regime, and the local British administration in the occupied Channel Islands (Jersey and Guernsey), picked out and deported foreign Jews – principally German and Austrian refugees – but their own Jewish citizens weren’t touched. Rees even says that if the French and Channel Brutish had left the Jews in their countries alone there was next to nothing the Germans could have done to deport them to the camps. Danish Jews were ignored till late 1944, and then the Danes were tipped off well in time (Rees says this was deliberate) to smuggle them across the North Sea to Sweden. Rich Jews who had the money to buy their freedom, or to at least buy better treatment, were freed and allowed to leave, or sent to less onerous concentration camps like Theresienstadt instead of a place like, say, Auschwitz. Nor were Jewish prisoners of war taken from the western allies treated any different from the rest of the (western) prisoners. This was fairly strange, if you believe a systematic Jewish eradication was planned.

But who would any systematic Jewish eradication help, actually? The Nazis? How the hell would it help them? Keeping the Jews as a convenient target of public anger to blame for everything would help. Getting rid of them would help not at all, because it would remove the scapegoat any fascist regime (as in India, where the fascist Modi regime today blames all its endless failures on Muslims and secular Hindus) needs to distract attention. It would, however, help only one lot: the Zionists. It was, after all, the Zionists who hated Jews at least as much as the Nazis did (as one of the last surviving original Zionists, Uri Avnery, candidly admitted in his column). It was the Zionists who had, before WWI, gone on a hegira to the governments of East Europe begging them to oppress their Jews in order to compel them to emigrate to Theodor Herzl’s planned Judenstaat. And of the Jews who were murdered in the Holocaust, the vast majority, if not all, were anti-Zionist Jews who were available to be murdered, well, because they didn’t emigrate to Herzl’s planned Judenstaat. Over the course of WWII/the Holocaust Jews went from being majority anti Zionist to pro Zionist, mostly because the majority of anti Zionist Jews were killed off by the Nazis.

How the hell did this make sense if the official story were correct?

When I dug deeper more problems emerged. Some objections could be safely disregarded, like the fake gas chambers at Auschwitz. It is true that the “gas chambers” at Auschwitz are fake, and Holocaust deniers make much of the fact that they are fake. But this does not mean that the Holocaust did not happen. It does not even mean that there were no gas chambers at Auschwitz. Rees notes that the Nazis blew up the originals and today’s are reproductions, even if not publicly acknowledged as such. Why they are not publicly acknowledged as such is something passing strange; it’s as though the people responsible are afraid that if they admit to recreating one bit of evidence, they might be considered to have recreated it all. Also, the Nazis themselves destroyed the alleged death camps at Belzec, Treblinka, and Sobibor when they had finished with massacring the Jews sent there, leaving no proof of their existence. These are valid arguments which one can accept as valid arguments. But there’s much, much more.

For instance, before the gas chambers were invented, Jews were killed in other ways. The first attempts at mass shooting were carried out by squads of machine gunners called Einsatzgruppen. If memory serves, there were only four Einsatzgruppen, numbered A through D, and between them they machine gunned tens to hundreds of thousands of Jews to death after the invasion of the USSR. Now this method of mass murder was, so goes the tale, so traumatic to the shooters that they were abandoned. To be humane to the killers, you understand. To put this in perspective, the same SS sadists who beat Jews to death on a whim, medically experimented Jews to death to satisfy their “racial” theories, and, yes, stuffed trainloads of Jews into gas chambers after stripping them naked and murdered them with poison gas were disturbed by the (logically no worse, and perhaps far more humane) act of machine gunning them en masse. This method being perforce abandoned, they were then gassed as a “more efficient” method. But this wasn’t in chambers right away, no; it was by the (extremely inefficient and small scale) method of gas vans where the exhaust was run into the airtight passenger compartment. I can literally not conceive of a more inefficient, time-consuming, and failure-prone method of mass-murder, but that's just me.

Now this gas van method was allegedly invented and pioneered, by one Walter Rauff. Said Rauff, originally a naval officer, transferred to the SS, and was acused of having gassed at least a hundred thousand people. At the close of the war he was captured in Italy but “escaped” from an Amerikastani PoW camp, later reaching Syria. (Come to think of it, it’s amazing how many wanted SS war criminals managed to “escape” from Amerikastani and Brutish PoW camps at the end of WWII, while they never managed to do so from Soviet camps. Total coincidence, I’m sure!) Even Wikipedia admits that while in Syria he was a spy for……Mossad. Managing to escape Syria, this Mossad spy (tell me again how a mass murderer of Jews gets to be a Mossad spy, assuming the official tale is true) went to Chile, there joining up with Klaus Barbie, another “wanted” SS war criminal, both of them now spies for the CIA (or, to be more precise, the West German CIA-puppet intelligence agency) against Communists in South America. According to this same Wikipedia, in 1960 Rauff openly went to West Germany, where he was allegedly still a wanted war criminal, to claim his pension as an ex naval officer,collected said pension, and returned uneventfully to Chile, becoming a Chilean citizen and living out the rest of his life in comfort. Again, tell me, how the hell does all this work?

Then we get to the fact that the same people promoting the Holocaust account aren’t exactly known for their truthful nature in other things. We know now that by 1948 South Korea was planning to invade North Korea, and that the North Korean attack was – at most – pre emptive. We know there was no Tonkin Gulf attack on Amerikastani ships in Vietnam. We know Iraq had no WMDs, Serbia wasn’t massacring anyone in Kosovo, there was no Hutu genocide of Tutsis in Rwanda (the exact opposite, a Tutsi genocide of Hutus, did happen), no Russian invasion of Ukraine, and no gassing of Syrian cities by the Assad government. Since the people promoting the Holocaust account lied about literally everything else, why the hell should we trust them on this point without proof of every single thing they say? What sense does it make to do that?

A few words about Josef Mengele, now:

Some days ago some moron or other on insinuated that I had not read Elie Wiesel’s book Night. As I told the idiot, not only had I read it, I had obviously read it with a great deal more attention than said idiot had. And though I was all of seventeen years old when I read it, I had immediately dismissed it as a fraud. Why?

One of the immediate red flags was 14-year-old Wiesel, on arrival at Auschwitz from Hungary in the middle of the night, recognising Mengele among the SS doctors watching the arrivals. Even if Mengele had indeed been there, how the hell would Wiesel have recognised him or known who he was? Even his description of Mengele has nothing in common with the real Mengele’s very pedestrian, unmemorable features: anyone who’s seen a photo of Mengele will have noticed how totally unremarkable he was.

Now, look at this:

Did you notice anyone in particular? Was it the big man in the front of the photo? That's Mengele, right?


In the photo above, Mengele is the one in the middle, with the gap between his teeth. Did you look at him twice? Would you have looked at him twice if I hadn’t just told you who he was? It was more than obvious to me that Wiesel had merely mentioned Mengele to add cachet to his tale. (I’ll not go into the other laugh out loud absurdities in the story, like how arrivals in Auschwitz were allegedly burnt alive in ditches, or how a child was “too light” to be hanged to death by an SS noose, a notion that can only occur to somebody who has no idea how a hanging works.) Let’s just say I was less than surprised many years later when it came out that Wiesel had merely made up and/or stolen the entire story.

Also, let’s assume the Holocaust happened exactly as stated. Then, I have this question about the effectiveness of criminalising Holocaust denial. What does it achieve?

If the Holocaust really happened as claimed (including six million dead Jews, not one less), then there’s as much point of criminalising Holocaust denial as there is in criminalising denial of evolution or a spherical earth. Anyone who denies those is merely a crank and/or an ignoramus and can be laughed at but isn’t jailed, because denying evolution exists or that the earth is round does nothing whatever to harm the facts that evolution exists or the earth is round. However, if something is built from a tissue of half truths, outright lies, and fantasy, then questions are dangerous and need to be suppressed. So by suppressing enquiry into the episode, all it does is encourage sceptics, increase doubts, and create doubts as to whether the thing happened at all, let alone exactly as advertised.

It’s a simple question: why suppress all discussion of the matter if you really don’t have anything to hide?

Maybe you’re asking at this point whether I believe the Holocaust happened at all. I can say this: it isn’t important what I believe; it’s important what the truth is. And if the truth is to be protected by systematically sidelining, or even penalising, questions and analysis, then it’s a truth that probably isn’t very truthful. So even though I have as little time for Holocaust deniers*** as I have for zionazis, they have an excellent point: why cover up if you have nothing to hide?

In any case, whether the Holocaust happened at all or not, it has, or should have, absolutely zero relevance in 2020. And even if it happened exactly as advertised, at best it was one among many Holocausts in the 20th century. For instance, the official Holocaust account claims that the Nazis killed six million Jews between what, 1933-45. Twelve years. And yet the Nazis murdered well over three million Soviet prisoners of war and I don’t know how many Poles and Romani in a small fraction the same period, along with homosexuals, Jehovah’s Witnesses, and dissident Germans (including the officers who tried to eliminate Hitler in July 1944) but the Holocaust apparently doesn’t cover them. The Japanese murdered millions of Chinese, including a quarter of a million in Nanjing, but that’s nothing important either. And in one single year of 1943-44, the evil Brutish war criminal Winston Churchill verifiably starved 4 million Indians to death in the artificial Bengal famine, but nobody talks about that either. It’s like the Jews, or rather those who speak for the Jews, have a monopoly on history. Isn’t it as much an insult to the non Jewish victims of the Nazis as Holocaust denial is supposed to be for the Jews?

And even if the Holocaust happened as advertised, it cannot possibly be permitted to be used as a shield by anyone to commit their own crimes of equivalent nature in the 21st century.

But, as Dr Norman Finkelstein – child of concentration camp survivors – has said, the Holocaust isn’t a fact, it isn’t a myth, today it is only one thing, a full fledged industry.

To finish with, I will leave you a photo. It depicts the Soviet Red Army's 60th Army, the force that liberated Auschwitz. And I will remind you that when the Soviet Union exposed its horrors, the Amerikastanis, at the time still their wartime ally, for weeks pretended it was all "Red propaganda."

That should tell you, if you have any doubts, which side I am on.

*Given that even the World Jewish Council in 1945 had claimed 4-4.5 million killed.

**I assume that the six million also includes the Jews murdered by Poles and Balts, who did a lot of Jew-killing of their own, and the Ukranazis of Stepan Bandera, now a national hero of the Amerikastani-supported regime in Ukraine.

***One of the biggest problems created by the western liberal group moving in toto over to the warmonger camp is that it is becoming increasingly difficult to oppose western and zionazi warmongering without finding oneself rubbing shoulders with neo-Nazis, racists, other assorted right wingers, or similar people. I do not know whether this is by design, but it’s forced me to increasingly ignore most of many peoples’ opinions while sticking to those I agree with. I’m nostalgic for the days of the mid 2000s when everyone hated Bush and you didn’t yet know that the majority of them would change sides in a heartbeat to support the war crimes of Barack Hussein Obama.

Friday, 10 January 2020

Moby Beetle and Qassem Soleimani

There are a lot of things that have been going on in the recent imbroglio created by the Orange Orangutan in Iran.
First, let’s get this out of the way: the obvious interpretation of the Amerikastani murder of General Qassem Soleimani and Abu Muhandis of the Iraqi Popular Mobilisation Units (PMU) is that Amerikastan wants ISIS to return to Iraq. It was the team of Soleimani and Abu Muhandis who defeated ISIS in Iraq, and the only people in Iraq the murder will benefit is ISIS. As to why Ameikastan would want ISIS back in Iraq, the answer is equally simple: without ISIS the Imperialist States of Amerikastan has no excuse to maintain its occupation of Iraq. That is why ISIS was, after all, encouraged to capture Mosul and Fallujah and Tikrit in the first place.
Then, I have no problem whatsoever believing that many Amerikastani war criminals were eliminated or injured in the retaliatory Iranian missile strike on Amerikastani occupation force bases in Iraq.
Zionistani reporter Jacques Khoury of Ha’aretz tweeted that 224 injured Amerikastani war criminals were airlifted to Tel Aviv for treatment and then his account was mysteriously suspended with Khoury claiming, implausibly, that it was hacked. It’s extremely likely that Amerikastani casualties *would* be evacuated to zionistan for treatment because of they were taken home or to one of the NATO slaves, word would leak out at once. I predict that in the next weeks a remarkable number of Amerikastani troops will mysteriously “die in accidents” – a number corresponding exactly to the number killed in the Iranian missile barrage. Just a coincidence, of course!
However, whether or not any Amerikastani war criminal was eliminated, this is what we in the rest of the world have noticed: even though Amerikastan was warned in advance of the attack via the Swiss Embassy in Tehran, not one of the Iranian Qiam missiles was intercepted. This is, believe me, extremely significant. Why?
There are two models of Iranian Qiam missiles, the more than a decade old Qiam 1 and the (only relatively) more advanced Qiam 2. If they were Qiam 2 missiles they had terminal guidance, if they were Qiam 1 they didn’t. Qiam 1 are basically upgraded North Korean SCUD C missiles designed in the 1970s and have a circular error probability of 500 metres, very much not good for precise strikes, so it’s likely that they were Qiam 2. Why? Because the after strike images of the Amerikastani occupation base shows extremely precise hits on hangars and other facilities, that’s why. Either the Iranians were incredibly lucky, over and over, with a missile capable of only hitting within half a kilometre of the intended target....or they used missiles with terminal guidance.

But whatever model they are, they are still just upgraded SCUD C missiles from the 1970s…..and Amerikastani Patriot missiles and other defences proved totally unable to intercept them. This is not a message that went unnoticed. It did not go unnoticed by Turkey, which suddenly announced that the Russian S400 which it bought rather than the Amerikastani Patriot performed “far better than expected” in tests. It certainly did not go unnoticed by the zionist entity, which immediately began backing away from war talk, realising that if Amerikastan can’t even protect itself, it can’t protect the zionazi regime either. Fighting Iran is harder than bombing unarmed civilians in Gaza or shooting children in the West Bank. And it did not go unnoticed by the Orange Orangutan’s regime, which began dialling back tensions as fast as it could.
Yes, I believe that zionazi “prime minister” Nazinyahu was involved in Soleimani’s murder, probably the motive force in it. It, Nazinyahu I mean (no zionazi is human or even better than a virus as far as I am concerned) had expected an Amerikastani war against Iran, which it would have used to stay in power and thus out of –prison. Having found, however, that it has only made Iran stronger, it is now distancing itself from Trump’s Titanic disaster as fast as it can.
Why, before I go on further, do I consider all Amerikastanis who join their armed forces to be war criminals? Because, like gang members who volunteer for Mexican cocaine cartels or the Mafia, and immediately become criminals from the moment they join, whether or not they have yet committed a crime, any Amerikastani joining its armed forces is immediately a war criminal. No exceptions whatsoever. No sympathy either if and when they get blown to pieces.
As things stand today, though, I have absolutely no reliance on Amerikastanis being able to rein in their regime’s warmongering instincts, even if they really want to. And I have absolutely no reliance on their desire to want to. Back in the period 2003-2008, I was still naive enough to imagine that, like Indians or Pakistanis, most Amerikastanis were basically peace lovers who had nothing to do with their nation’s foreign policy. But then, as soon as the mass murdering mulatto monster Barack Hussein Obama took power, I saw those same Amerikastanis overnight turn from being anti war to enthusiastically cheering for more war. By 2016 the same Amerikastanis (the very same ones) who had literally been calling for George W Bush to be skinned alive ten years ago were cheering him as a hero because he had said some nice sounding words against Trump.
I decided, and have seen no reason to alter that decision since, that
1.     The only way Amerikastanis can be compelled to genuinely oppose their regime’s war crimes is if they are personally threatened. This is why Amerikastani regimes will do literally anything to avoid reintroducing conscription, including hiring mercenaries to do its fighting for it. The basic lesson of the Vietnam War was that the protestors were mostly motivated by the fact that they, or their spawn or boyfriends or brothers, were at risk of being exterminated by the Viet Cong. Amerikastani wars since then have been careful not to repeat that mistake.
2.     All Amerikastanis are legitimate targets, no matter whether male, female, “transgender”, or whatever, no matter whether aged 100 seconds or 100 years. There is no such thing as an innocent Amerikastani in a world where Amerikstani drone jockeys refer to the Afghan and Arab children they murder as “bugsplat” and “fun sized terrorists”. Only if and when each individual Amerikastani “civilian”, and its relatives, are at real and lethal risk can there be expected to be a change in their behaviour.
So, today’s cartoons. It’s fairly obvious what the first one is. I assume that anyone reading this has read Moby Dick, one of the greatest novels ever written, or at least is familiar with its story. It’s more than obvious that Trump is suddenly confronted with the fact that Iran is a far tougher nut to crack than expected. If that realisation means Trump can’t start a war to secure re-election in 2020, too bloody bad. Remember what happened to Ahab? Moby Dick didn’t ask to be harried and hunted. It wasn’t his fault he was forced to defend himself and eliminate the two-legged enemies who wouldn’t just leave him alone. Iran, a nation which has not invaded anyone since 1770, is in the same place, and will respond in exactly the same way.
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The second cartoon depicts Sarge and Beetle from the comic strip Beetle Bailey.

I dislike the strip intensely, and have long wanted to mock it. Also, it gives me an excuse to post the cartoon on the Comics Curmudgeon website – look at the bar on the left – where the strip is mocked by almost everyone.
As before, click to biggerofy

Unless Trump does something stupid, we will return to Jihadi Colin and his attempt to resist promotion to Caliph next episode.
Stay tuned.