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The Cockney Translater!

Sup Sap's



We are off and running , I can already hear the musical groans of my compadres'.... Oh fuck , 'ere we go again...



More inane babblings from yet another intrawebian blowhard from the arsehole of where-ever-ville.

Nah...

Just, 1 + 2 = 4.

Tools...different ones...

Another mad point of view to file with the rest of the shit other people say...

So my education begins, the all about what the fuck...

The first deception of the men with staffs and eyes...

War what’s it great for

...the tool of the men with rods and eyes in hand , the president , the prime minister , the bishop , the caliphate , the politician the warmonger..


All these uses for War, we all know it makes money, keeps the money going round...the commerce from yet another mountain stream that turns to a torrent....portal.....and flows into the caldron.

War can be used to dislodge a whole people...from there home....
Commercial war....people you got won’t do the jobs that are coming, get some new more grateful ones....unfortunate - fortunates...

Teach the oinks a lesson...

Of course war is only decided by the guys that don't go...

That’s saved for some more unfortunate - fortunates...

That’s why I wanted to start with a subject as disgusting as this...

When the age permits the man will have the wit...
We do like getting in big-trousers, way before our capabilities should permit, a small smidgeon of knowledge goes all the way, what way, who the fuck knows... or cares as long as the money flows the research gets done and the curiosity has killed the prat...


The step too far, "we“ took , in the field of war , combat , man and man...set in opposition...

Who? Why?

The natural stance is in defence of the modern man, He that wants best for the children, his wife, and the crops...the flocks....

He will not leave his home for just any reason ....no, no, that would be un-natural....

He must be convinced....let’s look at that ....convinced by whom.....who would relish such a task....such a responsibility....

Would you?

Would you stand on a crate and fane hate?

I wouldn't...

Imagine the consequences, that’s on you....

If you are in a village...does it work...?......well it did...men were dragged from the homestead ....enticed with a vice that afflicts the young and adventurous the courageous free heart lifts itself to the challenge...

Duped..

If you think on the other hand that I am a pacifists , your jaw would be sorely mistaken...

"Insult my mother and a punch awaits you"...surely..Lol.....who said that?

These wars, as old as we were, as young as we are, back in the 200 million days, before industrial steroids ... haemorrhoids and tabloids....

The war was to protect...

The home...

The homes of your neighbours...

Your friends your family, your life...

For the Dustbin lids...


Then came the man ....The man who stood on the first crate...

They told other men of things, things they wanted...more than...wanted.

In turn these men saw the profit, in all, convinced other men amongst us all to push, pull, squeeze and suck us into a situation...

War for profit, fort on behalf of cowards.

To make the merry go round...

To stand toe to toe , with a man who wants to kill you...

is one thing...

face to face....

The war was fort by the large...at front...

Strategies to win were needed ....

An individual mans strategy is easy, fuckin live...

The problem is not all men are equal....the equaliser for the man is the sword...

The sword was a leveller...

But , still the whites of the eyes are in view...the life is seen to leave....the memory remains forever , the next time a man stands on a crate ..........he is beaten with it...

A man returned from that , does never want to see its repetition...never...unless thirsty...and there is always those people....always will be......they are in demise , 40/60 now , it was the other way round thousands of years ago , they just couldn’t stop the landslide of intelligence..
So, more must be forged in the tepid cowardly furnace of propaganda and thus war.

If you are engaged in that profession this gypsy curses you and your kind, lol, you wretched excuses for men, when you snort that line and fuck that stripper, while your wife sits at home remember you can never get away from what.....YOU .......are...

To make a man fight for none of his business you must pay the thirsty, or convince the veteran...

After generations of veterans, grandfather veterans, the war had to pay for...and the men were paid...

The loss of life was not needed or profitable, your men were after all a commodity now...
An investment....

Protection was needed for an asset which is by its nature precarious...
Protection, precarious????

Projectile weapons were born....

Killing with no eyes up close....works for the whole...

The paid mercenary is protected to become a well trained wise killer...

The asset was back in the realm of money...if you had more your alchemist was ready to help...

The Long bow...

The idea...

The bullet...

But most important the distance......no eyes....

No wisdom...

Our trousers were getting bigger, around our adolescent knobbly knees...

The story short....

Let’s do ourselves the favour of delving into the mechanics of the war machine and its handmen and maidens...

lets keep our nostrils clear so we can smell the truth....



Let’s jump all the way to the Second World War ...

The infected alternative media, the infected, media in general...

They like to point at whatever suits them and the man on the box funds the ones he thinks makes you look ridiculous, the straight and honest hold their heads in their hands,

screaming..... "Stop HELPING us"

We have done this story before...no need to recap, it’s so obvious and boring...

The paperclip...?

That’s a favourite.....some real charmers in that bunch eh!

Well obviously, whose idea was it?

Meanwhile hands are dirty all over...

Our current problem is a rather large projectile which carries a stupid payload...

(How embarrassing we must look such fucking crazies from space)

The standard story is that paperclip was the source code...

No...

The idea was being attacked from all ends...

The Japanese had a General that knew war was folly against the americans, but was ordered to come up with a plan that would work...

He came up with pearl harbour, a mistake he knew he made...some speculate over his merits his disgrace...
That’s what it was, it all is...

Never-less, it did not work out well; he was killed some time after on a flight for a base visit.

Before he died he commissioned a secret weapon, the men were sworn and removed from their families ...

put in training to pilot a sub, that could shell an american coastal town...

It went on from there after a pathetic but successful attempt to break the american psychological hedge...

The second incantation of this idea was a sub which could carry a plane...

They went two better and made one that carried three...

The bloke that took over from the previous guy , who was going to put chemical biological weapons in the planes and hit america , his successor decided that was to far...saying something along the lines of "that will kill us all"

It was never used and captured at the end of the pacific battles...

The americans looked at it, and were prepared to sink rather than let there "allies" the Russians get their hands on it...

So they looked and schemed a way...they coupled the idea of the intercontinental rocket...to the underwater capable launch vehicle...and the sea launch intercontinental ballistic missile was born to, eager sweaty fathers...

And they have biological weapons too,

The ultimate projectile weapon...

But, someone won’t let them use them...

Because they would of boys and girls, it’s been more luck than judgement so far if you care to inquire into the subject...

And, here we are.....

The perversion of an instinct to save your life.

By the men in the funny hats...


That Was the second perversion...actually...we all know what the first was don't we...?


A sickness.
No really...it’s a sickness.
I will get to that if I'm still on the air, as it were.




What if you could just step off....?

Just stop it...

Stop playing the Game...stop involuntarily volunteering...by where you’re born, who owns your birth certificate...


Shh, don’t say nuffin.....but.....well, another time....



The men on the crates are on guilted crates, nowadays...

They are immune to the laws they create from the crate...


Yeah, none of them common laws for them...

The directors of JP Morgan for instance... using the bank defence....

Or as I like to call it, „The Cyril Smith Defence"

"too big to fail"


Yes, they pay a bribe, and the guys that take the bribe get caught, they go jail, but the directors don’t...

Yep, they are just going to take a shit in your face like that, lol....

Cyril , well , he got caught being a kiddie fiddler...and he wrote down 60 odd names of people in the places that matter , and said if I go so do they....

Everyone shit a brick, and covered it up...
I’m thinking of your face, if you were that parent...

If there is anything I could do for you in reason please ask.


If you believe in war, you are unwell, you have been infected...detained.

If that annoys you, that’s my point.

Slater, easy...

Till tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow...