Last Post
Everything old, is new again. Joohate. Is here now. And it will stay. For quite a while. Will grow, and expand even. Buraq Hussein in the Membrane, didn't so much as let the genie out the bottle. As devoting all his time and energy, to making ABSOLUTELY SURE, that it esaped.
Bibi's in town. And to welcome him (and in turn give an oh so joyous sendoff), every libturd media platform known to man. Is celebrating. In their usual spayshul way. As only they can. Most all the last twenty four hours.
Yesterday aft/eve, NBR, devoting a quite large portion, of their broadcast, to the Goldman Sachs/J.P. Morgan hack. You know, the story (and arrests) .... FROM JULY! [That'd be five months ago (to you and me)]. Oh sure, King Pigsh*t (long planned)/first directed his SS/Gestapo underlings (many months ago). So that they could, drop trou and squat first, yesterday (before enemedia followed, like clockwork). Announcing "new" indictments (what, you think the left media just makes stuff up?).
Jews, Israel ... Israel, Jews. NBR, with full screen global map even. Showing location [just in case you weren't sure (that it was Jews, from Israel, that were involved)].
Smelly Pelley/CBS, had it as lede, yesterday. NBC, second story (after private jet crash). ABC, same (second, after crash). And NPR, this a.m., gettin' positively jiggy with it. A reg'lar celebration it was.
It all now, nothing more. Nothing more than the nightly blitzkrieg. Against Israel.
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This will be my last post, for some time. And the quantity of notes, thoughts, and ideas left to say/present. Overwhelming. And I'm just not up to the attempt (seemingly futile). As much as I'd like to. And as much as they need illumination.
Know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em.
Gotta be heading on down the highway. To a new life, in a new land. And, I've got to do that, well .... now. And in turn, take the time, my time, to gitt'r done.
No point, in Thanking/giving shout outs, to all my brothers and sisters. Out here, on the one zero, one zero highway. Or even trying. Just too many also. Who are deserving of such (Bless you one, Bless You All).
But I would be more than derelict. For not mentioning, Victor Khomenko/BAT (my blog Grandfather, some dozen years ago). Or the beyond generous Joseph Curl, whose shoulders I stood upon (for a recent couple of years).
Will I write again, after I finally get to the Negev? Don't know. Or (even), about the same nonsene? But gone I am, from this blog, for a while at least (six months ... a year?). Though yes, I might (?) ... soil a blog/two/three. With a comment/two/three, in near future (Lucky Doug Ross!!). So, no Roy and Dale/YouTube ... Happy Trails (it isn't the day, secondary embedded post, follows).
Goodbye for now my friends. Comments will now close (when I get around to it, next twenty four hours).
This here, is my last post (as it were).
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'The story of the Last Post'
www.bbc.com/news/magazine-34768398
"The Last Post will be played all over the world on Remembrance Day. But as Alwyn W Turner explains, its origins had nothing to do with mourning.
Arthur Lane was a bugler in the British Army when he was captured by Japanese forces during the fall of Singapore in 1942. He spent the remainder of World War Two in PoW camps and working on the notorious Burma Railway.
But he also had a more melancholy duty. He still had his bugle with him and it was his task to sound the Last Post for each of his comrades who died during those years.
"I'd have to go and set the fires at the crematorium. The lads would build them during the day, put the bodies on, and then somebody had to be delegated to set fire to the funeral pyres, and see that they were properly burnt, so I had to do that."
For the rest of his long life, he was haunted by nightmares. And he never played the Last Post again."
Bibi's in town. And to welcome him (and in turn give an oh so joyous sendoff), every libturd media platform known to man. Is celebrating. In their usual spayshul way. As only they can. Most all the last twenty four hours.
Yesterday aft/eve, NBR, devoting a quite large portion, of their broadcast, to the Goldman Sachs/J.P. Morgan hack. You know, the story (and arrests) .... FROM JULY! [That'd be five months ago (to you and me)]. Oh sure, King Pigsh*t (long planned)/first directed his SS/Gestapo underlings (many months ago). So that they could, drop trou and squat first, yesterday (before enemedia followed, like clockwork). Announcing "new" indictments (what, you think the left media just makes stuff up?).
Jews, Israel ... Israel, Jews. NBR, with full screen global map even. Showing location [just in case you weren't sure (that it was Jews, from Israel, that were involved)].
Smelly Pelley/CBS, had it as lede, yesterday. NBC, second story (after private jet crash). ABC, same (second, after crash). And NPR, this a.m., gettin' positively jiggy with it. A reg'lar celebration it was.
It all now, nothing more. Nothing more than the nightly blitzkrieg. Against Israel.
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This will be my last post, for some time. And the quantity of notes, thoughts, and ideas left to say/present. Overwhelming. And I'm just not up to the attempt (seemingly futile). As much as I'd like to. And as much as they need illumination.
Know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em.
Gotta be heading on down the highway. To a new life, in a new land. And, I've got to do that, well .... now. And in turn, take the time, my time, to gitt'r done.
No point, in Thanking/giving shout outs, to all my brothers and sisters. Out here, on the one zero, one zero highway. Or even trying. Just too many also. Who are deserving of such (Bless you one, Bless You All).
But I would be more than derelict. For not mentioning, Victor Khomenko/BAT (my blog Grandfather, some dozen years ago). Or the beyond generous Joseph Curl, whose shoulders I stood upon (for a recent couple of years).
Will I write again, after I finally get to the Negev? Don't know. Or (even), about the same nonsene? But gone I am, from this blog, for a while at least (six months ... a year?). Though yes, I might (?) ... soil a blog/two/three. With a comment/two/three, in near future (Lucky Doug Ross!!). So, no Roy and Dale/YouTube ... Happy Trails (it isn't the day, secondary embedded post, follows).
Goodbye for now my friends. Comments will now close (when I get around to it, next twenty four hours).
This here, is my last post (as it were).
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-----------------------------------------------
'The story of the Last Post'
www.bbc.com/news/magazine-34768398
"The Last Post will be played all over the world on Remembrance Day. But as Alwyn W Turner explains, its origins had nothing to do with mourning.
Arthur Lane was a bugler in the British Army when he was captured by Japanese forces during the fall of Singapore in 1942. He spent the remainder of World War Two in PoW camps and working on the notorious Burma Railway.
But he also had a more melancholy duty. He still had his bugle with him and it was his task to sound the Last Post for each of his comrades who died during those years.
"I'd have to go and set the fires at the crematorium. The lads would build them during the day, put the bodies on, and then somebody had to be delegated to set fire to the funeral pyres, and see that they were properly burnt, so I had to do that."
For the rest of his long life, he was haunted by nightmares. And he never played the Last Post again."