It's Teuton In Case You Were Wondering
It means 'Soldier's Radio' and yes, it dates from the Second Unpleasantness. We'll come back to it after Your Humble Scribe initially ventures around the houses in pursuit of his latest Intro theme. Thanks to 'SK Media' on Twitter for resurrecting this idea. You may recall him as the South Canadian with a long history of involvement with Ukraine, who went there and served in their drone forces. Art!
Ol' SK had posted on Twitter about a MAGA cult member who was proving that their parents were very closely related. Cletus The Slack-Jawed Local Yokel was holding forth on the Truth Social image that Donnie Dorko posted of him replacing Jesus. Art!
DJ Tango himself admitted to posting this image, which incurred howls of hatred and accusations of blasphemy from his now ex-supporters, and he silently bowed to pressure and deleted it later that day.
Cletus wasn't having it, though.
"I don't think President Trump posted that. I think somebody else posted that."
The word 'think' is doing a lot of heavy lifting there.
Here's where SK opens up the field: he mentions the phrase 'Good Tsar, bad boyars'. What does he mean? O I thought you'd never ask!
You see, back in Tsarist Ruffia, it was believed by the superstitious peasantry that the Tsar was a kindly and benevolent figure with their best interests at heart, even when said Tsar was Ivan Grozny, better known to us in the West as Ivan The Terrible. Art!
John The Awful circa 1550
The reason they barely existed in poverty and squalor was not the fault of the Tsar - whom one could not criticise and keep your head on your neck - but the corrupt and eeeevil circle of boyars, Ruffian court aristocracy, whom kept him isolated and deliberately misinformed. Good Tsar, bad boyars.
You may be interested to know that this kind of oblique criticism is not new, even in 1550. Art!
Meet Edward II of England. We here in This Sceptred Isle have always had problems with Edwards, and he was no mistake. Eddy Two here presided over the disastrous defeat by the Scots at Bannockburn HOORAY SHOUTS CONRAD'S CELTIC GENES and he was an all-round incompetent. However - we meet again, word - he was the King in an era where the Divine Right Of Kings was not merely a concept, it was chapter, verse and daily observance. You did not criticise the King and keep your head on your shoulders.
No, instead you inveigled against his wicked courtiers, who were keeping the King in ignorance of the real state of affairs, who were working against him, who were looking to line their own pockets at the expense of the King's loyal citizens. Good King, bad barons. That way you got to level your criticism and remained capitated. Art!
A moments silence, please, for the propaganda pundit par excellence Sefton Delmer. Ol' Sefty worked for the British Political Warfare Executive during the Second Unpleasantness, and thanks to his upbringing in Germany as a youth, he was intimately familiar with Teuton culture. He was responsible for setting up radio stations that pretended to be broadcasting Teuton content, but which were actually broadcasting Teuton content. Except with every four or five copied items would be a bit of political poison, subtly done, undercutting Teuton morale. Art!
This is the broadcast station 'Aspidistra', which would regularly use it's unparalelled power to add on demoralising addenda to the end of Teuton radio transmissions, to the elevated blood pressure of Herr Goebbels. It also broadcast the alleged content of 'Soldatensender Calais', which pretended to be a Teuton station sending out content from that location.
The truth was that Delmer, with a cast of emigres from Germany and Austria, frequently Jewish ones who were delighted to get one back on their oppressors, was adding in pearls of poison wit to pre-recorded Teuton radio broadcasts. Art!
Gert Frobe flies again
The central character of SSC was 'Der Chef', whom set himself up as a sincere, honest and dedicated Nazi and Teuton patriot, whom was horrified at the corruption and decadence present in the ranks of the Nazis, which offended his pure and patriotic Prussian soul. This probably rang true with the listening audience, because Nazi corruption and decadence was nothing new to them. One slang term they had for Nazi functionaries out to steal, embezzle and defraud was 'Golden Pheasants', so the British were building on an already-extant base.
This, you see, gentle reader, is how you criticise the King without actually criticising the King. Art!
Especially as the Bunker Tsar will ignore your petition. These pathetic broadcasts have been going on for years, with Peter The Average paying entirely 0% interest. Good Tsar bad boyars, remember.
Well, it may not have been a bender, but you must admit it was a little bit diverted.
Appealing And Reeling
Another from the horrifying compilation that 'Be Amazed' put up on Youtube in their 'When Building Demolitions Go Horribly Wrong' sequence. This one is set in Moscow, where building regulations, safety and proper demolition practices are another country. Art!
Here we see the urban hellscape that is Mordorvia, before any extra ladling of opprobium. Snow and grey the theme. Art!
Part of a building being demolished decides to collapse in sympathy, or spite, or surrender, the 'collapse' part being the important bit. Art!
Nobody was killed.
THIS TIME.
"Who?"
NO! Not the film adapted from the Algis Budrys novel, whom you must admit has one of the more interesting names in sci-fi. Art!
This was in the decade before our time-travelling Gallifreyan.
ANYWAY what we're here for is a double-dose of dirty debacle, as one of the true and tested tactics of Donold Trump is to claim that he had minimal contact with, knowledge of or acquaintance with a person who was actually one of his best mates. Rudy Giuliani springs to mind. DJ Tango does not like being associated with failure, even if it be seventeen steps removed.
Guess which pariah nation is now resorting to this tactic as regards the Weretoad's loss of political power as of Sunday? Art!
More Gentle Shoeing
As we members of the Donold Judas Trump Publicity Campaign keep posting, our responsibility is to keep reminder the Saggy Senile Sepia Sackbut that he is indeed very, very mortal*. You know, as in ancient Roman triumphs, where a Rubio or Leavitt would sit behind Emperor Obesus to remind him that he needed a glutes and cardio regime. Art!
O my goodness, he looks as if he's every feeling second of his ninety-three years. Conrad is unsure when this illo was taken, although it's supposed to be contemporary, so at sometime during The Nodfather's time during the latest 24/7 crisis with Iran. You can bet that he's taking lots of half-days off from the Iranian crisis in order to be able to cheat at golf. "Trump" and "work ethic" being diametrically opposed.
Politics Be Beggared
I just came across a post from 'Daractenus', the actinic Romanian poster on Twitter whose English is a whole lot better than many of my compatriots, and whom takes a look across Eastern Europe. This one was posted during the throes of the recent Hungarian general election, so Sunday just gone**. Art!
I think this is where we came in.
* No mention of adult diapers, as that would not be classy. Even if true.
** An election on a Sunday makes a lot more sense, as there are a lot fewer people working, whom have to interrupt their working day
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