This Week: Tele-Marketing the War for All Seasons
For NATO arms-dealers there's no such thing as a lost cause
A lot of conscience-free media marionettes are working overtime to market the idea that “war is coming to Britain”. The truth is the precise opposite; Britain’s government is pulling out all the stops to find wars to which it can go. Although half a million cross-channel invaders storm our defenses every year, the Navy has to sail 3,700 miles to the Gulf of Aden to get in a fight. The arms industry, meanwhile, has a worldwide legion of journalistic stooges claiming Russia is planning an invasion of western europe -an amusing conceit, considering our very own Uniparty already has one up and running. Why on earth would Putin want europe? When you’re already stuck with hell-holes like Siberia, who needs a dozen collapsing economies and 20 million third-world benefit tourists?
But death is business so we must all endure a tidal wave of war-stories filling the media landscape from stem to stern. Submarines launched, missiles fired, fighter planes delivered, yada yada, but most of all -first and last- we hear about the money. This week’s highlight being 60 plus billion dollars more for the Ukraine swagbag, whether American taxpayers like it or not. Perhaps they won’t even notice. After all, when your national debt is already $34 TRILLION and rising, what’s another lousy sixty B?
ESCALATOR GAMES
The repeated but imbecilic lie that Putin’s immediate priority is to invade Poland has this week been amplified, in a crude PR exercise that perfectly exposes how the CIA’s protection racket works. The target regime is identified, then infiltrated, with key political players bribed to salute the Pentagon flag and feed the military/industrial monster. When the time is right, up pops the ‘local voice’ to spout the invitation -and bingo! Cue the Guardian’s headline news from Warsaw
One can only guess how the mere sight of Simon in his jumper must terrify the Soviet High Command.
UP THE SLIPPERY POLE
Behind this bonkers fiction about Russia invading Poland lies the usual ‘divide and conquer’ waffle beloved of the desk-warriors running the press. For reasons too daft to explain, Poland has both a President and a Prime Minister. With the nearby Ukraine fiasco sputtering to a halt, somebody with a large chequebook has prompted former Polish top-dog -President Andrej Duda, of the Law and Justice Party- to announce that Poland is now “ready” for nuclear weapons. Indeed, behind the scenes Duda is virtually begging the Pentagon to deliver them. (Don’t expect to see a referendum in which ordinary Poles can express their opinion about this brilliant wheeze.) President Duda, we gather, is eyeballing the Zelensky path to wealth and fame, i.e. arselicking the CIA/neocon axis in the hope of stuffing his numbered Swiss bank account.
Unfortunately for Duda’s ambitions, the current top-dog in Poland -Prime Minister Donald Tusk- clearly didn’t get the memo -or something more substantial- because his reaction was this ominous statement: “I am looking forward to meeting President Andrzej Duda. I would like to know all the circumstances that prompted him to make this declaration”. If I were Duda I’d be taking some pretty hefty bodyguards along to that little tete-a-tete. And I wouldn’t arrive by helicopter, either.
Tusk -himself an ex-President of the European Council- is already a bootlicking loyal globalist. Facing a choice between his job and his principles, it’s a no brainer which way he’ll jump. Ultimately, it matters very little, because if Poland imports nuclear weapons we’re all on the fast track to Armaggeddon. Of course, that’s not what the death-dealers want either; all they are angling for is a major increase in Polish arms-spending. If you can’t have nukes, why not a couple of dozen F-16s and a submarine?
So far so bad, but in the post-democratic west, threat + media = sales. It’s nothing personal, only business. Selling weapons is all about market penetration and countries on the Russian border are routinely made offers they cannot refuse. Nice little democracy you’ve got there -be a shame if something terrible happened to it…
To see how Britain’s own media was deployed to pre-sell this week’s ‘nuclear Poland’ fantasy, lets roll back the clock to April 3rd when Britain’s official war blog -the Daily Telegraph- published an article penned by UK Defense Secretary Grant Shapps, topped by this ridiculously staged photograph:
An important industry-related note: unlike the equally bankrupt Times and the Guardian, the Daily Telegraph has admitted it is flat broke, and is openly begging for a buyer. As a result, the Telegraph now consists of 95% advertising. Every piece of crap flung at its readers is sponsored by the subject of the article. No surprise then, to find a politician/sales-rep for the arms industry writing his own adverts.
Step forward Grant Shapps, with an opening paragraph as fake as his creepy smile.
Well I never -the real modern-day dystopia modelled on 1984 is Russia! Who knew? It seems like only yesterday I was sneaking past the British mask police to get my 30-minutes of permitted exercise, waving the rainbow flag and clanging for carers, while my non-essential mum was locked in solitary at the hospice. That was the winter when Christmas was cancelled and we learned the Rule Of Six. I remember thinking to myself : thank God we don’t live in the Orwellian dystopia of Russia.
Having launched his essay with this creative whopper, Minister Grant Shapps proceeds into an epic fake history of NATO. “When chaos came to the Balkans it was NATO that restored the peace,” Shapps claims, although the chaos of that era was instigated entirely by NATO’s inept maneouverings. Ask any inhabitant of Kosovo. But there’s more: NATO “stepped up” he bellows, “when Stalin’s 21st century successor Vladimir Putin launched his full-scale invasion of Ukraine.” Steady on old chap, just four beats to the bar, eh?
A little fact-checking: Before 2022, Russia already occupied 16,000 square miles of Ukrainian territory: Crimea, and parts of Donetsk and Luhansk. The March 2022 invasion involved an additional 46,000 square miles -all of it formerly part of Russia and most of it inhabited by Russian-speaking, pro-Russian people. A ‘full-scale’ Russian invasion would -and could- have occupied all of Ukraine within weeks if that had been the goal. In fact, the two regions combined comprise not quite 27% of Ukraine.
If 27% is deemed “full-scale” I hope nobody puts Shapps in charge of an invasion anytime soon, as nearly three quarters of everything won’t be used -including his brain. If the minister’s monthly salary cheque turned up 73% light I imagine he’d notice the difference pretty quick.
NOT MY INVASION
In any case, Alexander Lukashenko, the President of Ukraine’s neighbour Belarus, popped up to remind Grant Shapps & co that not all plucky little nations belong to NATO, stating: “It is obvious that Poland and the Baltic countries are being purposefully turned into a military bridgehead for its possible use by NATO.”
He would say that, though, because he let Russia use Belarus to launch its invasion in 2022, the scamp. But that’s client states for you. Taking a look at the current conditions in Ukraine, I doubt the people of Belarus are in a tearing hurry to cosy up to Washington for a dose of the same.
Which brings us back to this week’s increasingly shrill warnings. For those with the ears to hear, it’s not war coming to Britain, just war-scale taxation, as globalist proconsul Rishi Sunak offshores the last dregs of our terminal economy. To emphasise this, our pocket wizard announced the ‘biggest ever’ UK bung to the Zelensky slush-fund, bringing our running total up to 12 billion. As we know, Sunak’s days on the throne are numbered so everything must go -including Rishi himself and his fragrant billionaire wife. Once the election result is in, they will return to roost in the USA where their love was forged in the shadow of her family fortune and Sunak was recruited by the deep-state operators who arrange regime change in failing states like Chile, Nicoragua and Britain.
Once Washington’s chickenhawks had rubber-stamped their farewell bribe to the Zelensky retirement fund, Downing Street was contractually obliged to echo the shameless boondoggle. Just for headlines, the boy Rishi stumped up the immediate sum of 500 miliion quid (from the bank of you and I) and threw in some missiles and a few million rounds of ammo to make the bung look Kosher. After the coming season of election theatre, Rishi will ghost, Ukraine will be toast, and the whole filthy racket will pivot to the middle east, as it always does. A Washington man to the last, however, Rishi dutifully read the script handed him by the American Ambassador, declaring:
“Ukraine’s armed forces continue to fight bravely, but they need our support – and they need it now. This package will help ensure Ukraine has what they need to take the fight to Russia.” (Editor’s note: Isn’t Russia supposed to be bringing the war to us?)
Of course, the phrase “taking the war to Russia” means firing American long-range missiles into Russian territory. Ukraine’s armed forces are utterly fucked, and the ruins of the country has only one remaining purpose: to serve as a launching pad for shameless US attacks on Soviet infrastructure. Don’t take my word for it. Now that it serves as the Pentagon’s official mouthpiece, the Telegraph is on hand to confirm that yet another far-right conspiracy theory has made the short hop to hard fact:
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Note that not a single journalist was willing to put their name to this piece, with authorship attribured to “Our Foreign Staff” -traditional codespeak for a CIA press-release. Quote: “Two US officials who spoke on condition of anonymity to discuss the delivery before it became public, would not provide the exact number of missiles given.” Why so shy? They were quite happy to provide an explanatory cartoon:
Note the tactful inclusion of of the primitive firing-unit on the converted dumper-truck. This is to help senior Telegraph readers who might otherwise assume that James Bond fires the Himar missiles from the bonnet of his sports car.
It’s easy to see this bit of dirt-cheap weaponry as the hardware equivalent of having Rambo stood on the Russian border mooning at Soviet troops. On the other hand, If you want an equivalent provocation, imagine Vladimir Putin putting ICBM silos in the Rocky Mountains and firing at Oregon. All he would need would be a friendly Communist psychopath in charge of Canada. Come to think of it…
GENERAL CONFUSION
Inevitably, the Telegraph’s self-written military press pieces revealed much more than intended, and I invite readers to savour the implications of this particular quote from “Our Foreign Staff” :
Marvellous. God forbid any politicians might know who’s firing what at whom. Does anyone seriously think minnows like Biden are Sunak are consulted about even the teeniest part of the so-called ‘Ukraine war”? Everybody involved -and I mean everybody- knows this farcical conflict is now a performance, a pointless waltz which achieves nothing but profit. But further down the food chain, Captain Courageous is still fighting -at least in the swirling imagination of UK Defense Secretary Grants Shapps:
“This record package of military aid will give President Zelenskiy and his brave nation more of the kit they need to kick Putin out and restore peace and stability in Europe. We will never let the world forget the existential battle Ukraine is fighting, and with our enduring support, they will win.”
Existential battle? Ukraine has been conquered, occupied, ditched and re-occupied more often than Meghan Markle. There will always be a Ukraine, though probably not another cabinet job for Shapps. I can only imagine he is angling for a full-time gig scribbling for the Telegraph after the curtain comes down on the Killers of Kiev.
But the week would not be complete with a snapshot of Our Boys now larging it in the sunny middle east, comfortably distant from our shores, and thus ideally placed for the Royal Navy to attempt something more challenging than towing migrants to the cashpoints of Dover. Accordingly, “a Royal Navy warship has shot down an enemy ballistic missile in combat for the first time,” roared Admiral Shapps, bursting with briny bombast. (The first time since 1991, corrected the Telegraph).
A lot of cooperation went into staging this event, which required an Iranian missile possessed by Houthi rebels to be fired from Yemen at an unnamed “merchant vessel”. Given all that palava, its “interception” by the HMS Diamond seems a touch less astounding, as the radio traffic preceding the launch must have been monitored everywhere from Siberia to Kalamazoo.
Indeed, sufficient warning was given that our chaps had time to put on spotless Covidian hazmat fatigues and arrange for a photographer with a tripod and a journalist with official clearance to name the heroes depicted. We are thus enlightened that the snap below features HMS Diamond’s Commanding Officer Evans and Sub Lieutenant James.
Medals should clearly be awarded, not least for the Oscar-worthy performance of sub- Lt James, who was quick witted enough to direct his Commanding Officer’s gaze upward, in case Evans mistakenly thought they were firing a torpedo.
IN OTHER WAR NEWS
Not all heroes wear overalls, we were reminded, when, toiling in his padded cubicle at the pay-as-you-play Telegraph, dear old Hamish de Bretton-Moron dusted off his quill to drop this bombshell:
Ah, Hamish. I’m going to miss him when Grant Shapps nicks his job.
Elsewhere -although its relevance probably exists only in my tortured brain- I can reveal that on Tuesday afternoon the Bin Laden family had its first ever winner on a British racecourse, with a horse named Binadham romping in at Yarmouth. Regarding his new customers, the winning trainer Mr Phillipart de Foy said, with understandable delight, “They are here for the long term”. Editorial staff at the Racing Post made sure the Yarmouth report included not a single word, let alone a quip, regarding the Bin Laden family’s meteoric rise to fame in September 2001. Possibly because the Racing Post itself is owned by Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum, who was, back in the day, a chum of Osama, with whom he often went horse-riding in the desert. It’s nice to see there’s more to the British press than war-mongering.
Ian Andrew-Patrick
Still making me do the tea thing Ian, fair play.
Joking apart , your observations and insight are spot on.
Daveh