The EoL

Return of the Nazis. And this time: ‘No more Mr Nice Guy!’

By Jack Boulay

It comes as quite a shock, though not really a surprise, as the realisation dawns that in this civilisation of ours we are no longer the good guys. If indeed we ever were.

It’s a rather cathartic epiphany which brings resolution of sorts, but precious little comfort. We are now indisputably and unmistakably the bad guys. And, by the bad guys, I do mean absolute stinkers.

We are Nazis.

And yes, I do mean that somewhat hyperbolically, but only for a touch of flourish.

What I really mean is that Western Civilisation has been taken over by the heirs, biological, ideological and organisational, not just of the goose-stepping, stiff-arm-saluting, silly-mustachioed Nazis of Deutschland, but of the urbane besuited men, mainly Americans and Brits, who implemented the whole psy-op that formed the mass-psychosis that precipitated WWII in the first place.

The wars are fake but the death is very real.

And it’s been going on for far too long.

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777

Exploding Clichés

Hmmmph! Fed up with social media.

777

777 characters is the limit on GETTR. I don’t really do social media and can only take it for a few months at a time. After that I get bored with the repetitive bleatings of impotent protest, the dumb rhetorical why questions when the answer is obvious, the reposting of the same tired old clichés masquerading as memes or wise commentary and most of all the allegedly alternative conservative punditry.

I know it’s a fault but I don’t suffer fools gladly and GETTR is a ship of fools adrift on an ocean of imbecility.

“I sometimes imagine the billions upon trillions of tweets, upon posts. upon comments, upon status updates floating slowly, like lost prayers, unnoticed, unliked and unheeded, further and further into the outer reaches of empty cyber-space.

Until it’s all clogged up, just like our oceans are with masks.”

However, ignoring my better judgement, I thought I’d give it a go.

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City of Crows

Rangoon Moon

City of Crows

“Cor Blimey! As they used to say in the glorious old days of the British Empire;

It ain’t ‘alf ‘ot ‘ere, and I ain’t seen a white woman in over a year.

Which is true in my case.

Actually, they never said that here in Shangri La. They used to say;

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