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However, when we look to South Canada, conspiracy theories acquire a sinister cast, all the more so because they are armed to the teeth, if not more so. 'Armed to the top of their head' seems more apt. Take 'Pizzagate' as an example.
In Loony La-La Land: Any mention of 'pizza' in e-mails or texts is, of course - obviously! - code for 'pedophile sex-trafficking ring run by Hilary Clinton'. Because so many right-wingers would rather asphyxiate than breathe the same air as Hilary, they go from Hearing to Believing. Of course - obviously! - the pizzeria is the centre of this child-trafficking ring, where they are manacled in the cellar, so that eeeeevil Democrats can abuse them at will. This message gradually creeps from the fringes of loonwaffleness and into the mainstream, and is eagerly espoused by the Ice Cream Bandits, who are delighted to have more metaphorical clubs to lambast Hilary with, because she is seen as Evil Incarnate.
Here an aside. AJ has now declared bankruptcy in an attempt to avoid paying the enormous punitive fines levied for his lies about Sandy Hook, and because he cannot keep his flapping pie-hole shut, has admitted as much on his television broadcasts. I suppose we here at BOOJUM! should remain unbiased and non-partisan; I plead special dispensation to point and laugh at the horrid little goblin in this case.
Yeah. Enter one Edgar Welch, who entered Comet armed with an assault rifle, determined to free the sex-slaves held in the cellar-cum-dungeon-cum-torture chamber. Proving that he wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, he fired a shot into the floor to announce his presence, entirely forgetting the hapless captives held beneath his feet. Art!
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His plans for a gallant rescue as the knight in shining armour came to naught for two reasons: 1) The local SWAT team turned up and 2) Comet doesn't have a cellar. Both equally compelling arguments.
In case you can't make it out, the tome to port is "Sherlock Holmes The Short Stories", which Your Humble Scribe first read aged about ten, and a fascinating read it was, too. "Darkest Hour" is truly that, a description of the politicking that went on in the summer of 1940, when This Sceptred Isle stood alone against Nazi Germany, who was backed up by their best mate the Sinister Union (Ruffians hate trying to explain this away). "Airborne" rather threw the lady on the till, as she recognised the name as an author of fiction. "He is, but he branches out occasionally," I quoth. "It's probably ghost-written but it has his name on because it sells books," I cynically added.
A Challenger. This may be the last thing Ruffian tank crews see**. |
Bad: A logistical dogs dinner! The Leclerc, Abrams and Leopard 2 all require different spare parts and maintenance procedures. The Challenger doesn't even use the same NATO-standard ammunition as the others. Plus the Abrams is a resource-hog, as I've said before. The MOD will probably have to set up a repair depot in Poland to accommodate maintenance.
‘Not for long,’ muttered
Capriccio under his breath, cocking his gun.
‘Allow me to interrogate,’
requested the Doctor, standing in front of the bio-vore to prevent any
“accidents” with gunfire. He kicked the
unfortunate creature on it’s webbed foot, eliciting a jerk in response.
‘Don’t! Don’t touch me!’ the alien babbled. It’s skin
where petrol had fallen was turning white and blotchy, blistering whilst they
watched.
‘Are there any survivors of the
caravan you attacked?’
The bio-vore made several
gestures, none of which the humans recognised.
Eventually it realised they didn’t realise.
‘No, none. We Eviscerated them all on the spot. Time was a factor. We needed to be quick.’
Loathsome creature! thought the
Doctor, not feeling at all sympathetic.
‘Why? Why the need for urgency?’
‘Because of the Artefact! It appeared out of nowhere, in the middle of
the sands whilst we approached the fodder.’
All three soldiers bristled
with annoyance, visibly. Even Capriccio
got the gist of what their captive said.
‘Assault Detachment Leader
Icono decided to take the object back to the Infiltration Complex, for further
study.’
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