Free The Osnabruck Five – Prelude

1996 – Another world cup, another headache

Somewhere in Germany

Can anyone guess the name of the boozer this is in?


The year 1996 rolled on by as nonchalantly as a passing used tampon in the wind. The highlights for me in that year was the shower of shit I got into. It was the precipice to my undoing and to a certain degree I think the roots of that downward spiral had begun way back in 1992.

You see, on a weekend you didn’t stay in. You just didn’t do it. If you did, you were a boring fucker. There were a couple of lads in our Troop who never went out. If I was to say that was the right thing to do, I’d be lying. It’d be like saying we were wrong to say the stuff we said and did back then, because back then it was okay in our circles. For me that’s okay. None of this historical abuse bullshit; when accepted practices of our past become unacceptable for our future ‘snowflake’ generations. Fuck them and the Xbox Horses they rode in on. Long may the snowflakes melt under a tirade of ‘cunts’, ‘fucks’ and ‘twats’. Nuff said, rant over. Moving on…


NAAFI time

The NAAFI was my second home in 1996. I’d be sat there at 11am with a lad called ‘Tribey’ with a bottle of vino, patiently waiting for the NAAFI bar to open at 12 noon – FUCKING SHARP! To anyone else walking in on us, we looked like a romantic, gay couple having a chat and having a bottle of wine to ourselves. I might add here, that we weren’t sharing a bottle of wine, but had one bottle each and we were drinking from the bottle. (GASP! What!?) Yes, we were refined gentlemen of the British Army and this was our custom. Sometimes we’d use mugs.

This NAAFI had just recently converted to pouring lager in draught rather than bottles and cans. That alleviated the problem of the barman being canned at 11pm.

Tribey lit up another cigarette and glanced at his watch. “Five more minutes, Dougy,” he said in his mackam accent.

“Who’s round is it?”

“I got the last ones in,” he grinned. “Looks like it’s you sunshine, best get your wallet out.”

He did get the round in as well, the fucker. Still, at 1.50DM, it was peanuts. I looked at him. No, I mean really looked at him. You know what I mean? You see someone, but you don’t really see them. When you concentrate and focus on them, it’s different. He’s bald you see and he was only 24, the poor bastard, but he doesn’t give a fuck. Just sat there, inhaling the cigarette smoke and blowing it into the air, without a fucking care in the world – feet propped up on the chair opposite like a fucking pharaoh.

If only I could have that confidence. For me, confidence grew the more pissed I got. Karaoke and shite like that. I’d be up and break dancing like a stupid twat, and I didn’t give two fucks.


Weekends roll into one

94 Battery Bar in the 90s

Not a very good picture but you can see the guys in there from left to right: Jimmy Carter, John Hamlin, Wack Walker, Armstrong, Chainy, Joe Tyler…. come on lads, help me out here – my memory is shite.


On a day session you get different types of people, you’ve got us. You’ve got the guys who walk in with a newspaper and are content to have a pint or two, watch the footy on the box and leave at 3pm. They’re the old crusty bombardiers, recently divorced, room like a fucking palace – four man room to themselves – they’d have a bass broom moustache and were seldom fat. Then you’ve got the couples who walk in with their kids, have a pint, then fuck off : thank fuck, pain in the arse. Then there’s the odd anomaly who’d turn up absolutely smashed and get refused a beer – there weren’t many of those about, and I turned into one of those for a period of time.

For 1996 we were like fucking lions, hearts of Lamborghinis, metabolic rates going like a highly tuned engine, hardly any fat on us, whippets, hangovers gone by the afternoon the next day. Not like today, old fucking fart that I am now, takes me 3 fucking days to recover. Jaaaysuz! It’s that bad I’ve just stopped drinking. Back then though, yeah, you get the picture. It’s two pm and we’re onto our 4th beer – it’s the stamina, long haul pace – not the turbo pace. More people come in. You’ve got characters and legends from that year…. I could name a few… you’ve got your Daves, there’s a few of those in that frame of memory with Batey, Eder, Tribey, there’s Badger…. fucking Badger…. fuckin’ love you Badger. Then there was Reggie Mould and a whole crew of guys from the Command Troop lot as well as Radar Troop where I belonged. There were scandals and newspaper articles from that time, not sure I can talk about them to be honest.

The afternoon rolled into one, it rolled into the evening, no distinguishing features. No dinner, no TV shows, just McEwans Lager and Newcastle Brown Ale, toilets to piss in, then sitting down smoking a Hamlet cigar. What toll does this have to the human body? It must take a fair toll, but at the time, I didn’t give a f… you guessed it. No wonder I got sent to Wegberg, but that’s another story I’ll tell later.


Sunday Afternoon


I’m not sure what really happened, but I think I was woken up by the BONCO, that’s Battery Orderly Non-Commissioned Officer, basically a Lance Bombardier or Bombardier.

It was Sunday afternoon.

“Dougy. Hey, Dougy.” I felt like I was being shaken. I opened eyes to a world whose angles were all wrong. Slowly they converged and I’m seeing a guy in front of me. I’m breaking out of the fug, but at the moment I’m still trying to piece the world, this Sunday afternoon. I’m not sure I knew who’d just woken me and what day it was. “You alright mate?” His voice is edged with concern and I mean, real concern. It’s Hepburn. I know that. What’s his first name? Alan? Audrey?

“Yeah,” I manage to wheeze out of my dry parched mouth. My mouth feels like someone just poured sawdust into it. I turn to look at the brown, carpet and see lots of black furry things on the ground. Caterpillars? “What the fuck?”

“I think you best get up, Dougy,” Heppy says to me, and I notice there’s someone behind him. It’s the Regimental Orderly Sergeant…. and the Regimental Orderly Officer. It’s a Warrant Officer as he’s a crusty old fuck. Oh fuck… have I murdered some fucker?

“Who did this to yer?” I was asked. “Where’ve you been?” Then I can hear people being questioned in the corridor and shouts.

“What the fuck!!!” I can hear ‘Wack’ Walker’s voice of alarm and there’s humour in it. Still pissed up. There’s a laugh and now I’m laughing as I look into the inside mirror of my locker door. The cunts.

The cunts.

What the fuck have they done to me??

Hangover and Sheep Shagging at Coastal Towns

Hangover / Hungover and How the fuck did I get like this?

There was a period in my life when, if I now look back on it can say, in my opinion, I was an alcoholic. A hangover was normal on a Monday morning and school day.  No matter how bad it looks from now in my 45 year old head, I wouldn’t change a thing. I’d go back and do the exact same thing. Christ, all those girlfriends, missed opportunities and shaved eyebrows. Had I been the goody 2 shoes, fate might have given me an early grave. Still here, a scar here or there, but pulled through.

[For more stories of squaddies on the piss, why not try these pages : “Me and me mate, Baz”, or this one : “Sex and Violence in the British Army”. I’ve got tonnes of yarns to spin and recount. ]

How many guys and girls can safely say they had a drink problem in their 20s? If they can’t then it’s likely they’re still in that routine.

It began I think, in Basic Training. It was week five and we were off to Tenby. JC, our Training Bombardier’s Battery was stationed there. It was 10 (Assaye) AD Battery, of the Blow Pipe air defence type weapon.  We were to stay at Penally Training Camp for 3 days, as an interest period.  The interest period would involve being beasted and recovering from my very first hang over. It was the beginning of a beautiful and destructive relationship.

Bus Journey to Tenby

April 1990, was not a particularly sunny month, to be honest. It pissed down for most of that miserable month, the coach journey had us driving through sheets of greying rain, gradually getting thicker as we approached Wales. An appropriate name for a country named after a huge, mammal that lives in water.

Gonzo got out upon request. He walked into a lone house at the side of the road near Newport and came back out in 10 minutes. He sat back down with a grin on his face.

“What the fuck’s he been up to?”

“Is that a 10 minute knocking shop?”

“Nah, it’s his house. He said hello to his mum.”

We were off again. We passed Newport, Cardiff, Bridgend and Swansea, then eventually Tenby and its sister town Penally.  Got to admit, the clouds did part for us on that Thursday afternoon. It reminded me of that caravan holiday I went to back in 1983, seven years earlier to Tenby. I got given a fiver for the whole holiday and I blew it in 1 hour on the slot machines.

Training Camp

Tenby Army Camp - Drink Aware Campaign against hangover sPenally Training Camp was on the side of a hill that overlooked the sea. We were on parade outside and JC briefed us up on what we had to do. The showers and toilets were in a separate block, accommodation was in Romney huts (semicircular shaped).  Cook house was over there by the guard house.  Jail was over there and we were not exempt from this, if we fucked up, we were likely to go over there. If we were late for parade, we were likely to go over there. If we turned up pissed, we were likely to go there. If we had a hangover. If our boots were in shite state, or our kit wasn’t ironed. If we hadn’t shaved… you get the picture.

We had an interest shoot the next day where a couple of 10 (Assaye) Battery boys showed us the blow pipe. One of the lads handed me a set of army issue binoculars which I duly looked through, to observe the target drone that was being launched that morning.


“Has it launched yet, Bombardier?”

“I wish he’d stop fucking calling me Bombardier,” one of them said to his mates, then, “yeah, keep on looking.” He sniggered to himself. Something wasn’t right. No aircraft and any I had a guy next to me shaking with the blowpipe on his shoulder – it was shoulder launched and fly by wire, if memory serves me well. You get to control the rocket as it made its way to the aircraft. It wouldn’t impact on the aircraft, just detonate nearby and I guess there were areas best for it to detonate, like near the fuselage.

I lowered the binoculars. Looked at the rest of the lads, “Can you see the drone?” They burst out laughing. One spilt his coffee and another tripped over. What the fuck!?

I looked down at the eyepieces and could see something smudged on the bits you put to your eyes. Boot polish came off when I rubbed them.  Oh fuck!  The oldest one in the book and I fell for it.  I had two lovely black shiners ringing my eyes.  Took me ages to get it off.

On the piss

Tenby Town

What could possibly go wrong?

That evening we were told to parade at 6pm in civvies.  That meant jeans, ironed with a lovely crease down the middle – only joking, I’d never put a fucking crease down the middle of my jeans! White t-shirt tucked into jeans, belt, trainers, leather jacket – fucking sorted.

“Gentlemen.  I am about to give you something.”

“Ooh err.” I heard someone whisper.

“It’s something I hold very precious.  If you abuse it, then I abuse you.  It’s my trust.  I hold my trust dear keep it close to my heart.” Bloody hell, he can waffle on a bit, can’t he?

“I’m going to trust you not to go on a mad, violent, drunken rampage in the beautiful, coastal, holiday resort of Tenby.  You are to conduct yourselves in the unscrupulous manner that a member of Her Majesty’s Forces should do.. do.” Oh.. stumbled a bit there. Nobody laughed though, nobody dared.

“If you fuck up, then I’ll let Sergeant Blake look after you,” he pointed to the guard room where a tall man in Number 2s waved to us with his free hand, his other was on a pace stick. He had this aura about him like most Provost Sergeants had, it scared the shite out of me at the time.

“TROOPS! Prepare to move!” Bombardier JC yelled, “Move now!!”

We fell out and scrambled for the awaiting Bedford truck. The truck growled into life, the engine would make the floor tremor and you’d get these tiny vibrations on the tops of your thighs that would make them itch.  We had to hold onto the benches, which were screwed to the floor as it jerked away.


It was only a 10 minute drive and we were already in the town centre. “GO! GO! GO!!” We all heard the yell as the Bedford halted and we were bounding out like lunatics.

“RV at this location at 2330hrs, gentlemen. Emergency RV will be… there is no ERV.  This is it. Extraction will be by Heli-Bedford!!” That was our instructions and we were left to our own devices.

I hung around my own clique of friends and we drank beer, and I had countless Martinis.  To be perfectly honest I don’t remember much about that night, despite it being 28 years ago.  I do remember missing the Rendezvous and having to stumble over a Golf course to get back to the camp.

“Hey, it’s this way. Them lights.  That’s the sea. The full moon is in the west tonight so we’re heading in the right direction.”

There were four of us.  I threw up a load of beer and bile.  It was my reflux condition.  There was kebab, and beer and martini..  and something else… pernod and some egg liquor I had from behind the bar.

The lads got me back up when I made a face plant in a sand pit. Mud on knees and sand in hair. We wobbled through the gates and presented MOD Form 90s for the guard.  The barrack dorm still had its lights on. A group of lads were busy painting on another sleeping form and a lad was brandishing a razor.


I had problems the next morning.  Saturday morning presented the first real hangover.  One of many.  I could hear, but not understand what was happening.  There was noise….  noise turned to voices…. voices turned to… “DOUGY!  Wakey wakey !  Come on sweetheart! Oh he’s pissed himself.” Was this the dreaded hangover?  Fuck.  I felt like somebody had drugged me.  My legs didn’t work.  My mouth was furry.  Sod this for a game of soldiers!!

“Let’s get him out of that maggot.”  Unzipping noises and I’m being manhandled out of a wet and warm bag and it’s fucking freezing.

“We got PT in 30 minutes.  Get him in the shower,” that was the section leader.

The lads frog marched me across the road to the shower block, out of sight of any Bombardier.

WHAT THE FUCK!!!?  It’s like someone chucked me in a tub of ice!!  Fifteen minutes of being thrown back into the arctic shower when I’m scrambling to get back out.  I’m sure that helped, but didn’t make me any sober.  I hung my sleeping bag in the drying room where it began to drip like the Niagara Falls.

“Help me Obiwan, you’re my only hope.” A forgotten request?

Princess Leia is dead. Han Solo, 14 years older, lives on. Paradox? Too damn right it is, and Star Wars IX is scuppered by the look of it.

The year 2016 has given itself a name, it’s as bloodthirsty as they get in our time. It has slain a few of my close family friends and a whole list of celebrities. Is this the new standard in its obligatory ‘butcher’s bill’? Kill off at least 20 well known TV and Music stars.
+++++There’s a common vein running beneath all of these famous deaths, a common thread of habit which is interwoven and that’s substance abuse. Linked to this are mental health issues. Carrie had started the journey to her ‘untimely’ death from the age of 13 when she began to smoke ‘pot’. It didn’t help that her parents were also celebrities and that this was in the late 60s
+++++Carrie even did a line of coke on the set of The Empire Strikes Back. I often wondered why Princess Leia looked invigorated on the Hoth set.
+++++Being remembered for the character you played in your last film can be a curse, especially when the film becomes the 3rd biggest grossing film in history:

  1. – Gone with the Wind (1939) – $3.3bn
  2. – Avatar (2009) – $2.78bn
  3. – Star Wars (1977) – $2.71bn

Not only did it become a legendary film, but it set off a craze, spinning off games, costumes, films, cartoons, conventions, a religion, books, and the list goes on. When Carrie is referred to as Princess Leia and hounded by Star Wars fans of all descriptions it must be something out of a zombie movie. She’s the only survivor whilst the whole world wants to get at you. I’m not surprised she had mental health problems. Expectations of people remain and when they see you in 2015 and comment on your appearance? Time seems to have no meaning to some fans and the effects of the human body like ageing not an issue i.e. it shouldn’t happen. You’re meant to remain the same person you were 38 years earlier.

Carrie Fisher, then and later. RIP.

+++++Is this a ‘blood sacrifice’? An option, like take the red pill or take the blue pill : the red pill is selling your soul to the devil and becoming rich & famous; and the blue pill is remaining anonymous, happy and long living. These people had an option, though I’m not sure they knew what would happen – perhaps if they’d seen the effects of stardom on others’. Carrie may have seen the effects on Elvis and thought maybe she didn’t want this. She chose to do something she loved and that was to perform for an audience. At least the actors in the 16th Century playhouses didn’t have the problem of millions of people hounding them due to a lack of technology.
+++++There’s a blood sacrifice in everything you do, a trade off, some more severe than others. These celebrities do things that take a mental toll, look at Michael Jackson, Prince and George Michael. They’d all done drugs and toxicology reports many had remaining habits. These were young deaths by today’s standards:

Carrie Fisher – 60

Michael Jackson – 50

Prince Roger Nelson – 57

George Michael – 53

With the blood sacrifice, there’s the identity crisis, there’s the persona you’ve been told to keep and uphold. Just who you are and were, is of no significance to the fans who come to see you and puzzle at the grimace you make as you hold on to your side and walk off the stage.

The Great Game

In the 1800s there was a great game being played by a few major powers in the world:  France, Great Britain and Russia.  Today, there’s still a ‘great game’ being played, and we’re the pawns.  There aren’t 8 pawns either side in this game, there are 7 Billion of them.  Just who are the Kings?  The way I see it there are a couple pulling strings here and that’s the USA and Russia.  The USA changed hands with Great Britain during WW1 and WW2 and became the principal player versus the Great Bear in the east. Great Britain has been relegated to Bishop.

The middle east has proven to become the gladiatorial battleground since the 1980s.  The whole system in the Middle East is self perpetuating.  It feeds off the fears and anger of the peoples of those areas.  The system benefits certain groups of people and what may not appear to be beneficial in the short term, is greatly beneficial in the long term.  Sacrifices in the early years reap benefits in the future.  Short engagements and wars, bombing campaigns at the expense of a million innocent lives will reap something in the next 20 years.  Chess pieces are being moved and in doing so, their domino effects have already been calculated down to the nearest probability.  Nothing is ever certain and now and again there’ll be a mishap – maybe ISIL/ IS / ISIS are a minor hiccup in the ‘great game’. Turkey shot down a Russian Jet because it strayed into their airspace.  If that was a US / UK or French jet would the Turks have shot it down, probably not as they’re all NATO : granted?

Bombing CampaignWhen it comes down to it, IS are pawns being played here and the right wingers in every country are being played too by feeding the recruitment drive for extremist organisations who reach out to the persecuted minorities based on race and religion.  The companies that produce the weapons are rubbing their hands together as their systems are being deployed, expended and the demand is there.  Who suffers?  The great adventurers who enforce foreign policy.

A friend of mine mentioned that the US are deliberately avoiding striking Fuel tankers.  I like to check out a wide range of Media sites and RT (Russia Today) ran a whole story on this phenomena.  The Turks haven’t lifted a finger to take on the IS group, their border with Syria is porous and this is the main transitory route to the group.  Being a member of NATO as well.  They soon began to shout and cry bloody hell when the Russians flew over their country.  Nothing like provoking a bear by prodding it with a pointy stick while ushering the Eagle over.  It reminds me of Schoolyard politics.

The self perpetuating system is feeding something and I can’t quite get my finger on it.  Whatever it is, it’s well hidden or disguised.  By money, most likely.  Weapons, Oil, the Saud Family…  I’m deliberately not going conspiracy theorist on you here.  I know the media is probably the most powerful weapon in the world in that it controls the moronic masses, those masses I see on Facebook, on a daily basis.  Pawns.  That’s all we are, and inevitably, worm food.

Don’t try and work it out, else you’ll tie yourself in knots.  There are so many variables at play here, results defined by our unique perceptions.

Kiss your children when you tuck them in bed and make sure they turn out decent people.

More Conspiracy Theories & World Chaos

The Matrix3

Remember when Keanu Reeves wakes up from that world in The Matrix? Perhaps that’s what the masses are under, some form of mass hypnosis. I’ve got an open mind. What if the world really was flat and all those physics were just a load of shite? What if there weren’t really 6 million Jews gassed in WW2?top10_conspiracy_holocaust What if it were the Jews that gassed 6 million Germans? What if Jesus did exist and was black? What if over 600,000 innocent people were roasted alive by the British and the Americans in 1945? What if the people that pulled the strings didn’t like the way President Kennedy swung and decided to rub him out with a sniper’s bullet? If a whole mass of people believe in something, doesn’t it become the truth?   There really is no such thing as the truth though, there’s only perception. Viewpoints and paradigms are unique to the individual, but what we can all share is the free will to exercise our belief within the base moral understanding we all share with respect to good and bad. So where’s the hard evidence? I didn’t see the Saturn V rockets blast off into space in the 60s and 70s. I didn’t come across any hard evidence – I mean that physical evidence that you can smell, touch and feel. That doesn’t mean I’m not disbelieving it either. Maybe the conspiracy theorists and the narrator of The Greatest Truth Never Told is a deluded nut job. I suppose that’s down to me to decide what to think.


The media have got the moronic masses by the balls. An image, video, sentence, quote taken out of context takes on a completely different meaning. It has the moronic masses on FB in a crazed stupor turning on each other. Stoke the fire, and if need be, put some sugar on it to stir things up. There’s a lot of ‘hot heads’ on the internet. The best way to sterilise your life of this is to not go on the Internet.

There’s a reason I don’t read one news source. I like to get a broad range of perspectives and then pick out the commonalities from all. There’s bias that shifts to the right and to the left: order and chaos. Some fucker is pulling all the strings and making sure everything walks in the same path – the moment someone or something steps out of line then it gets sorted out. There must be an element of freedom within the stage that we’re all playing.

FeedingDo we really have enough food to feed the planet several times over? We over produce, stockpile food, spend trillions on weapons and can’t even sort out a little territory dispute in the middle-east. That’s the problem here, it’s ownership and a sense of belonging. It was such big deal in the olden days, but nowadays that going obsolete with the advent of the aircraft and quick travel. The lines are becoming more blurred. We don’t have enough room to become divisive. We can’t simply put up borders and gates or we’ll get squashed. Granted there’s going to be problems, and that is inevitable with the introduction of so many different cultures. These normally die out in 2 – 3 generations and there’s the adoption of new customs or the hybrid of a mixture of cultures. You can run from this inclusivity, but you can’t hide. Identities are going to change – Britain isn’t what it was 75 years ago and it wasn’t 150 years ago or the previous 75 years. It changes beyond recognition every few generations and we yearn for those days to come back. I know I do – I loved the 1980s.

In 100 years time religion may not be around any longer. It may actually completely consume the planet. We may be 100% muslim, 100 christian, mix or a deformation of the two. The moment you get kick back and resistance then you’re faced with annihilation. With so many differences it’s hard not to come to blows somewhere along the line. Looking at Germany now and what Angela Merkel is doing… it’s going to cripple Germany, it’s going to destroy Germany. In destruction there’s the rebirth of a new nation. This could be something new, but there’s going to be problems with people assimilating each other’s culture/ religion/ and language. If Germany can ride out the storm of change and come out the other end, then you’ve got yourself a potential superpower here. As stated earlier – 2 or 3 generations, a couple of conflicts, lots of killing and eventually you should get a status quo; an equilibrium – the ripples on the pond should lessen and hopefully we’ll get onto the task at hand. The task of course is getting off this rock and releasing the pressure of over-population here. If not, something will have to give and it will go pop.


Okay… Paris has been hit again by a load of jihadis. A lot of blood spilt and minds fractured.  It looks organised and prepared at least a couple of months in advance. The people preparing these attacks had contact with each other and bataclanwere residents of other countries such as Belgium, France and Germany. We can no longer differentiate people’s nationalities through name only. John Smith and Abdul Mohammed may be just as British as each other. People talk about immigrants being to blame Muslims and immigration. You’re playing into the hands of IS when you start thinking that way and are in actual fact an arm of the Islamic State. You will be doing exactly what the IS want you to do and stir up hatred in migrants/ muslims and improve their recruitment campaign. Then again, try explaining that to many of the right wing nut jobs, who can barely speak English never mind comprehending the games IS and the media are playing here.

The moronic masses are being played a trick and they better get wise or it’s going to fuel a fire that will burn up most of the world. See through the IS for what they are, and that’s an organised, bunch of lunatics who claim to be part of a religion that shares it name with Islam. Monotheistic, Abrahamic ideologies need to be banned because they’re fucking dangerous. The sooner the world goes 100% atheist the better. Perhaps we need to somehow prove what happens to you when you die.

Couple of points here : It’s not Hollywood. It’s real, it hurts, and the mind is fragile. There’s a lot of people suffering mentally and it’s the survivors who suffer. The UK had lost generations in the 20th Century due to world conflict – it also help boost the brewery industry and increase the levels of domestic abuse.

Conspiracy Theories and the Great Russian Adventure

It’s the 2nd October and I’m writing the first blog post since January. The news is buzzing with yet another shooting at a US school and yet again the powerless President, who can bomb the fuck out of people in the middle-east with war planes, but can’t change his own gun laws.

Police State United States

Police State United States

This puzzled me until I heard a survivor of the latest shooting speak about the incident. The survivor (wounded and probably deserves a Purple Heart) said that they should have more guns to protect themselves. She also stipulated that if the other students were armed then this wouldn’t have happened. Another speaker mentioned about an ‘evil’ man and some ‘righteous’ people killing him. Well, all I can say is, thank fuck I don’t live in the US. Sounds pretty fucked up. Some people have flawed logic with religious overtones and I’m thinking there’s no hope for the US. Some people are still living the 1700s with amendments and bearing arms etc etc. This isn’t Hollywood, and those other survivors can probably tell you that.  Oh well, here’s to the next US massacre.  Sacrificing children for the sake of an amendment?  Is that a fair exchange?  Arming them to fend off ‘evil’ people?  Is that going to work?  Nah.  I don’t think so.

There’s a problem here and it’s endemic in the human species. We simple don’t perceive risk until it’s staring at us in the face, ready to kill us, maim us, and scare the shit out of us. These events will change people, turn them to religion and blame their luck on divine intervention. Some will be irreparably damaged, the scars running deep into their mind, haunted by guilt and tracing events that led up to the trauma. Time dislocates us from the immediacy of the trauma, unless we were intimately affected, directly or indirectly, we will forget and make the same mistakes that led us to the same event.

About as good as the Daily Mail

About as good as the Daily Mail

World War 2 and its horrors are testament to this, and yet, through the decades there are conspiracy theorists arguing the death toll of the industrial style killing of the camps. Conspiracy Theorists argued that there were significantly less than 6 million people slaughtered at the hands of the Nazis in their camps and by the action of the einsatzgruppen. I remember watching the documentary, that was narrated by a computer generated voice and thinking, who gives a damn whether it was only 2 million. Only 2 million (not sure if that was the figure they quoted)? Even it were only 300,000, it’s still a war crime and just as sick. A US Officer, upon entering one camp wanted everything filmed and photographed so that no one could deny it ever happened.

As flat as a pancake

As flat as a pancake

Despite this, people still deny it. Alongside this youtube video documentary there were other videos claiming that the earth was flat ‘The Flat Earth Society’ and that the ‘Moon Landings’ were fake, 9/11 attacks were caused by forces other than Al Qaeda. I’d look at the 9/11 documentaries and give them some real consideration as I do think that there is something else going on here – I don’t think it was caused by the US government. I think there were some serious fuck ups with regards to security and there was a cover up with regards to evidence. There will be and are plenty more people dying today and in the future due to the dust inhalation on that day and subsequent days following. A major constituent of the building would have been Asbestos and I’m sure there was plenty of those fibres being breathed in.

In Syria we’ve got the Russians intervening and the US are bumping their gums about collateral damage, civilian deaths…. Fuck me! Look who’s talking! What’s the US been doing the past 20 years in the Middle East? I bet it’s a lot longer. The Iraqis are more than happy to get the Russians on board, in fact they’re not fussy who helps them out. The Aim of the US and GB would be for the pacified countries of the Middle East to sort out the problem themselves, else we will be there for the indefinite future. The Iraqi Army doesn’t have the leadership to forge ahead and oust the ‘Daesh’ from their soil. Inevitably there will need to be a soldier presence on the ground from the western alliance. The Russians say they’ll be airstriking every fucker that opposed Assad – that includes the US and GB. Now there’s a potential flash point if I ever saw one. There’s been plenty in the past and this is no exception. I reckon, eventually, we’ll see masses of troops from the Ruskies and this will increase their Middle Eastern influence bringing them on par with the west.



Rise of the Bear and the Baby Factories of the IS

boris-nemtsovA Russian politician is shot dead on the streets of Moscow?  An opposer of Putin administration.  Well, there’s no surprises there then.  We can see the rise of the Russian bear, insidiously land grabbing the territories that claimed their independencies in the 1990s.  This is the first real threat to world peace since the early 60s.  I think the safest place to be right now is in the mountains of Argentina in the south of the country.
+++++Proxy wars have been going on for many years now.  In recent times since World War 2, we had the Korean War – a war between China and the USA.  The Viet Nam War – USA versus Russia.article-2388237-05C49D8E0000044D-369_634x504  The Afghanistan War – Russia versus USA.  Kosovo was a close call when the Russians decided to take Pristina Airport.  Now we have the Ukrainian troubles – USA versus Russia.  The Baltic states voiced their concern, but they’re members of NATO, the Russians wouldn’t stir up a hornet’s nest there, would they?  I’m stocking up on the cans of beans in the shed and planting tomatoes in the garden, just in case the balloon goes up: dig for victory and all that.


Baby Factories on the move

I wanted to steer away from IS, but I can’t.  It’s simple lies and deceit and trickery to entice young Muslim women to travel to their Caliphate to become baby factories.  Three girls failed by the government and the intelligence services?  I think that’s a little unfair.  There’s only so much the government can do without turning the country into a ‘Big Brother’ state.  The people to blame here are the parents.  That’s a bold statement, I know.  How did the three girls get out of the country?  There’s a counter argument to this.  You could say that society has alienated these people and that this is an escape to a better life, a clearer vision of the future.  Or so they think.  I’ll retract the blame on the parents.  I’ll apportion most of the blame onto them.  You can’t stop an 19 year old from going over there to fight for the IS.
+++++Like some soldiers in our ‘Legal’ armies, they’ll soon find out the harsh realities of war.  The kinetic energies involved and what the human body, mind can and can’t cope with.  Soon, they’ll come running, if they survive.  There’s a 19 year old boy soldier gone over there to fight IS.  Why?  It’s over 2,000 fucking miles away.  Why should it matter?  He’ll come back fucked up in the head, if he survives.  If not, the dogs will eat his body.  Let the Iraqis, Syrians, Turks, Jordanians and Iranians deal with them.  We’ve been bled enough for the oil under the ground.
+++++Those three sperm bags, sorry, but that’s what they’ll become, will be impregnated as soon as they’ve given birth.  Hopes of male offspring will abound, looks of disappointment at the birth of girls.  All for some vision of a future where women will be incarcerated in their Kitchens and Baby Rooms or Hospitals, while the men go off to fight the ‘Jihad’.

Knee jerk reactions from disenchanted Muslim teenagers are akin to clicking the agree button to an African offering $1,000,000 in bonds in a Spam Email.
+++++What do we do?  I saw somewhere that RE – Religious Education was now needed back in schools like it’s never done before.  I agree.  It needs to be balanced though.
+++++This integration into the known world, the mixing of creeds and religions will spark little ‘earthquakes’ while we meld.  If we don’t co-exist, we need to get off this fucking rock and colonise other rocks – Mars is next on the menu.  Then we’ll fuck that place up as well.

Deception and Lies on Social Media

Rhonda Smolarek wrote a short article on LinkedIn about the social media and it reminded me of a ‘Facebook’ discussion a few month ago that went sour.  A video of a US policeman punching the crap out of someone on the ground by a busy interstate was posted.  What intrigued me more was the reaction of the Facebookers.  I’m calling them facebookers as they take on a different persona than their real/ corporeal ones.  They all assumed on face value that the Policeman was punching the person because a. She was black or b. She was black or c. She was black.  Immediately a complete mistrust and assumption that the White US Policeman was a racist who liked punching old black women at the side of a busy interstate.  I posed the question as to why the Policeman was punching the crap out of the woman and the response was pretty abusive to say the least.  I asked what happened prior to the video clip?  What was the reason behind the attack? Ex Girlfriend From the further responses I understood what the term ‘Troll’ meant and decided not to continue and left the conversation.  It was pointless continuing as people who posted the clip had already made up their minds when they posted it.  In effect it wasn’t a discussion, but a joint call for outrage.  There’s a reason why these people will sit in their living rooms and comment on stuff and not make any real impact in a court of law.  It seems that the whole social media phenomena has altered how we interact and influence the world.  It draws on moods and motives we would normally inhibit around real people, it pulls out alternative versions of ourselves, as to how we want to be viewed.  For many people it’s escapism and some of the things posted are to simply to evoke responses from the cyber masses.  The whole organism, the whole multicellular community is host to influence and will sway and move in a manner the protagonist’s want.  The media have been doing this for a couple of centuries and they’re very good at only showing you a portion of the facts, whilst not lying to you, but leading you down the wrong rabbit hole to a conclusion divorced from reality.  Only recently have the ordinary person been enabled to wield this power – vloggers, bloggers, Facebookers and Twitterers alike.  The consumerists among us are vulnerable to this, such as those poor, hapless Facebookers who were subjected to that video clip of Police aggression.  No thought had gone into motives and reasons for the attack – I didn’t make any assumption or come to any conclusion with regards to this at the time as there was insufficient information.

Propoganda/ bullshit on the internet

Propoganda/ bullshit on the internet

+++++The expressional release of ourselves or our virtual selves can be seen as a healthy output for many of us who cannot express ourselves in the real world whether it be for health or psychological reasons.  But for many as Rhonda mentions in her potent article, there is a lie and in a sense we’re losing ourselves to media influences such.  There are parallels to the host of young people who flock to the middle east in the illusion that they’re fighting for some romantic cause for the Islamic State.  Cast your minds back a century to those German and Commonwealth soldiers who marched to war, smiling, banners flying, crowds cheering,  only to have their minds dashed away by the reality of war.

The New European Frontline

There’s a price to pay for technological advances in transport and the death of colonialism.  The EU, the inclusivist, leftist acceptance of other races, nations, religions and creeds have brought with them a whole range of problems.  The 20th Century has really fucked us up – we were on a trajectory for ruling the world, then someone went ahead and scuppered our plans.  Fuckers.nacht
+++++Now we’ve got integration, extremism, feminism, liberalism, nazism, racism and any other type of ism you can think of.  Our destination is fraught with difficulty, one which we’ll be fighting elements within ourselves that want to change the society as a whole.  A sort of revolution if you like, but with a saboteur, partisan, asymmetrical slant.  There’s going to be the sort of unrest Germany saw in 1920s and 1930s in wider Europe, but not against the Semitic race, but against religions.
+++++Today there was a scene in Paris that could have been the scene out of a Hollywood movie.  I kept on thinking about the street shoot out in Heat when I saw the holes that a volley of 7.62 short rounds had done to a Police Car’s windscreen.  There’s a lot more of ‘them’ here in Europe than we think and it’s going to get worse.  If anything it’ll keep us on our toes I suppose.


Anti Islam Protests in Germany and the Fifth Reich

The Fifth Reich is in danger of raising its head if the rallies in Germany carry on.  It looks like the rallies of the 1920s in Germany, except this time Germany isn’t on her knees so maybe this wave of dissent might wane.  But we’ve got growing waves anti-Muslim in the UK – these flames are being fanned by events overseas.  Coupled with this we’ve then got the divisive US, a fractured country with many problems ahead for herself.  The American people will need to stay strong, unite and overcome their differences, and sort out their political and enforcement problems.  Looking from afar, this sort of reinforces my analogy of school days.  We’re still in Primary School here – Year 4.  I doubt we’ll ever start to drop borders because many of us are in Infants’ School – Year 1 or 2.

We were pretty stable, barring pandemic here and there, back before the 19th Century, then when we started to bring weapons onto the scene and use them in an industrial capacity we started to get closer to midnight.  That’s the doomsday clock.  We’re currently at 23:55hrs.  Back in the 19th Century we were years away from midnight.

You’re probably wondering where the Fourth Reich went.  It’s already here.  Angela Merkel is its head.  She’s in charge and it’s all our fault.  We’ve got ourselves to blame.  We were close to bombing Germany into the Stone Age back in the 1940s.  We showed merciless ferocity that matched the Nazi’s Zeal.  I think, ultimately it was jealousy that started the 2nd World War and the Germans did what the US wanted to happen to the UK. Empire 01 The US were vocally opposed to Empires and didn’t like the UK for that reason despite claiming Hawaii and Guam in the Philippines.  Adolf Hitler went down in Berlin and took the British Empire with him.  It seemed the vortex in Berlin that was his bunker sucked in all that British influence with him, all that money.  Looking at it from the other side, the UK were slaughtering the natives in Western Africa at the turn of the century,  Benin and all those smaller countries, their treasures raped.  What did Germany have?  A small country in Western Africa – the Germans were pretty brutal there too.  All in all Europe was a Kindergarten full of 2 year olds and we got into a fight over the spoils of the world.

Glasgow is suffering for the second year on the trot.  They hit the headlines.  6 Dead on the streets of Glasgow.  What the fuck!?  Islamic terrorists!?  NO!  Apparently the driver of the rubbish truck was slumped over the wheel.  Might be a heart attack.  3 days from Xmas?  That’s way too close.

Also in the news: the mummified remains of a woman was found in her home.  She was thought to have been there for 7 years.  How the fuck can this happen in the 21st Century???  Simple.  We don’t have that community spirit anymore.  Some comments were that people should call on their neighbours during Xmas.  I endorse the spirit of Xmas, but it shouldn’t just be for one time of the year.  It’s like all these charities that come out of the woodwork at Xmas.