E=Mc2 and a suitcase nuke.

“It’s the end...it’s Doomsday...damn you to Hell you bloody baboon!” Chuck finds everything truly human betrayed and that he's standing outnumbered, dragged low, mouthing into the storm and facing the swarming barbarians...alone.




“This is the end,
Beautiful friend.
This is the end,
My only friend, the end.

Of our elaborate plans, the end.
Of everything that stands, the end.
No safety or surprise, the end.
I'll never look into your eyes...again.

Can you picture what will be?
So limitless and free,
Desperately in need, of some stranger's hand,
In a, desperate land”. The End, Jim Morrison and the Doors.


We can’t go on like this. No, really. It’s a law of physics that “every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it”. Newton’s First Law of Motion.

We are unbelievably on a gradual slide to no return, because quite simply, the spontaneous deflection and the required effective counter punches are restricted, lacking or non existent.

And the objects in a state of motion are the abyss and crush of Islam; the eternal living dead of the Left; of Marxist and Communist ideology based on murder and lies; a useless, spineless neurotic dhimmitude of denial; a bankrupt and untrustworthy MSM; the global socialism of global warming fraud and man, the general pitiful cluelessness of it all.

What’s acting against such er, objects, Jim? Not enough at all, to zero.

More are acting for it and the added momentum they eagerly and stupidly provide in literal treason comes rather incredibly and suicidally, from the intended target. That’s the free and human scale West, kids.

“The West is the best.
The West is the best.
Get here, and we'll do the rest". The End, Jim Morrison. The Doors.

Every moment, a vast drift of nihilistic evil is moving in the dark of wilful ignorance. Can you feel, hear and see it? I bloody can. Everything I can imagine and more is happening right now and much of it dreadful. This no matter how comfortable my bed, and how good a plate of pasta can be.

"I like not fair terms and a villain's mind”. William Shakespeare. The Merchant of Venice" Via Shooting Star.

“We were talking about the space between us all of illusion, never glimpse the truth, until it’s far too late, and we pass away”. Within You Without You. The Beatles.

We said how ain’t it funny how proportionately few read and read well...Yeah, it's a riot. Jesus, many people think this is the way it is, instead of a small period of light in “the dark tunnel of history”. They don't notice that everything we have is fragile, and created by often greater men and women of the past than us.

How long do you think it’s possible to draw upon the soul, blood and minds of those who saw the value of our liberty and the reality of awful and monstrous tyranny and think they were inferior and mistaken boobs? Not much 'effing longer, mate.

I mean, every second bastard it can seem, [apart from you and I of course!], seems to have a two dimensional idea of how our world is built, and why and how it functions often better than you could expect. We live in a miracle of individuality, creativity and co-operation, folks.

“Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain.
And all the children are insane.
All the children are insane.
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah”. The End, Jim Morrison. The Doors.

Islam and its enablers are a murderous force that has and is moving upon and against us. It will devour our civilisation and the million things that make it beautiful and flawed, and then as sure as the grave, it will collapse and implode in on its myriad factions. The world will resemble a perverted dead and forbidden zone, all without anyone left to buy their oil.

Islam teaches infiltration and forward movement when there is an opportunity, and never has there been a greater range of advantages to be taken and er, consolidated. Add ‘em up. Demographics, anti-Democratic laws and worst of all, incompetent, disingenuous cowardly authorities and a largely fake media, who refuse to inform the people of harsh facts or simply deny and lie about them.

“The relationship between an object's mass m, its acceleration a, and the applied force F is F = ma. Acceleration and force are vectors (as indicated by their symbols being displayed in slant bold font); in this law the direction of the force vector is the same as the direction of the acceleration vector”. Newton’s Second Law of motion.

Imagine any theatre of operations in WWll, where you think it’s a groovy idea to not even name your mortal enemy, while destroying your own ability from inside? Not only allowing it but encouraging this, legislating for it and making cultural and security suicide...compulsory? Don’t imagine, look around.

“The blue bus is callin' us.
The blue bus is callin' us.
Driver, where you taken' us?

There's danger on the edge of town.
Ride the King's highway, baby.
Weird scenes inside the gold mine.
Ride the highway west, baby.

Ride the snake, ride the snake.
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby.
The snake is long, seven miles.
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold”. The End, Jim Morrison. The Doors.

There’s the insane contradiction for you. They tell you to be tolerant of something you know nothing about. Why and how exactly? A dumb tolerance based on er, faith? Which one, you jerks?

As Mark Steyn said of multiculturalism, it absolves you from learning anything about another culture. Just feel good about it and go the restaurants. So hey, I decide to study Islam and what do I find? Nothing but a nest of unbearable vipers and a nausea that tracks and surrounds like some filthy smog. God knows what its like for the poor souls born and trapped within it. Ah yes, but we do, those of us who care to know. Like this ten year old bride piece for a tip of the dysfunctional iceberg.

So let me get this crap straight. If one respects Mohammad/Islam/the Koran enough to seriously research them, you ain’t gonna respect ‘em at all, unless one is deeply deficient. Gotcha. Check.

“I wanna destroy!” Pretty Vacant. Johnny Rotten. The Sex Pistols.

Yes, Mohammad, the Prophet of doom.

“The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on.
He took a face from the ancient gallery.
And he walked on down the hall.

He went into the room where his sister lived, and then he,
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he,
He walked on down the hall, and,
And he came to a door...and he looked inside.

Father, yes son, I want to kill you.
Mother...I want to...fuck you”. The End, Jim Morrison. The Doors.

Hey, an average night in Riyadh. We better start seeing what we have, it’s profound human meaning and what it will be like when it’s all gone, never to return, which is entirely possible. Everyday we should get down on our hands and knees and thank God for Capitalist Democracy. No, really. Every twerp that sneers at that can only exist within it.

“C'mon baby, take a chance with us.
C'mon baby, take a chance with us.
C'mon baby, take a chance with us.
And meet me at the back of the blue bus.

Doin' a blue rock,
On a blue bus.
Doin' a blue rock,
C'mon, yeah.
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill”. The End, Jim Morrison. The Doors.

”For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction”. Newtons Third Law of Motion.’

In martial arts, there is no opponent per se, but a series of forces and actions in the real world that must be understood and dealt with effectively, with stripped down technique via a true individual and complete human being. There is only one goal in a fight for life or death. Deflect, counter hit and total annihilating victory.

Sure, there’s always an alternative, if you all don’t mind madness, the endless sorrow of dhimmitude and dying. Frankly my dear, I do give a damn.

“This is the end,
Beautiful friend.
This is the end,
My only friend, the end.

It hurts to set you free,
But you'll never follow me.
The end of laughter and soft lies,
The end of nights we tried to die.

This is the end”. The End, Jim Morrison. The Doors.