Not In The Sense You're Thinking Of Them, Mind
Because as soon as your glazzies registered 'Krites' I know your mind instantly went to the villainous alien species in 'Critters', the omnivorous were-porcupines that they are, and having mentioned them I can now wheel in a picture. Art!
Conrad has seen the original and it's an amusing low-budget schlock fest. I cannot speak for the sequels, watch at your own peril.
ANYWAY the kind of - excuse me whilst I put on a bit of background music - 'Krite' we're talking about here is of course - obviously! - derived from the Greek <hack hack> 'Hupokrites', meaning 'To play a part'. Over millennia the Greek has been transformed via Old French to our contemporary 'Hypocrite'. My 'Collins Concise English Dictionary' defines this as "A person who pretends to be what he is not" especially one professing a "pretence of virtue and piety". Art!
IGNORE THE VULGARISM! IGNORE THE VULGARISM!
I rest my case, Your Honour. At least that case. He claims to have ended 8 wars, but this includes one he started, 'Star Wars', the War Of Jenkin's Ear - shot off by a Frenchman - and the War Of The Roses. Not the fracas between Lancaster and York, because that predates South Canada by a good three centuries, but which genus of Rosa Grandiflora were going to be selected for the White House Rose Garden. Art!
Donold rose* to the occasion and concreted it over
ANYWAY allow me to bring in Caolan Robertson, the Irish chap who now lives in Kyiv, and who does investigative reporting, including the Kozaky incursion into Kursk where he filmed in that very same oblast, causing the Ruffians to convict him of terrorism in absentia. He's been investigating an alumina plant in Eire which is owned and run by Ruffia, exporting alumina back to Mordorvia - despite Eire's supposed neutrality. Here's a Tweet of his:
If Ruffia is an analogue of Mordor, this makes Eire akin to Rhûn, who supplied Sauron with weapons and tribute. There are investigations afoot into this Ruffian business, which is already rueing their existence and practices being brought to light. Art!
Rather a blast from the past, this is a picture I harvested from Twitter, dated March 15th 2026, before Orbanazi got a right shoeing in the Hungarian general election. What seems to have sealed his fate is shaking J D Vance's venomous hand, which is the Greeting Of Actual Or Political Death. Seriously. Never take your glove off to shake Judge Death's hand.
ANYWAY AGAIN, the Were-toad's stock in trade was lambasting the EU for trying to interfere in Hungary's internal politics, lambasting the EU for backing Ukraine, lambasting the EU for invigilating at European elections to ensure fairness and transparency, and in general - just lambasting the EU.
Then he demanded the EU pony up €16 billion from the 'Security Assistance For Europe' fund for his regime. Doubtless to siphon off 90% for him and his cronies, which is the approved Ruffian method. Art!
We've insulted Trump, Vance, Orcban and Putinpot, so let us move onto another example of hypocrisy, garnered from Youtube and 'r/Slash' and one of their 'Nuclear Revenge' tales. It is narrated by Hypocrite Of Long Duration, hereafter HOLD, whom informed that he kept a bowl of medical marijuana on his mantlepiece, which kept being considerably lighter after he had a regular poker party in his apartment. So, he installed an internal camera and caught Jealous Oaf Equally Lengthy, hereafter JOEL, nicking $60 worth of marijuana. Art!
Despite being on camera, JOEL decided to deny it and refused to repay or replace the missing weed. Hugely unwise, one has to say, as HOLD had been a friend for 16 years and knew exactly where the bodies were buried. So -
"I decided to ruin his life"
Note that HOLD had been utterly unconcerned about his 'friend's ghastly behaviour until it impacted him - the characteristic of a hypocrite. Thus HOLD knew all about JOEL's affairs behind his wife's back, skimming off their joint bank account, traducing his wife, her mother and her sister. Art!
He screenshotted over 70 pages of social media comms between himself and JOEL, including confessions to affairs with 8 women, taking money for buying a car and using it to purchase drugs, hating his wife for being infertile, and some pretty awful NSFW stuff about conjugal rights.
His wife filed for divorce and reported him to the police for the drugs he had in their house. He got an 8-month prison sentence thanks to have stolen medical marijuana, amongst stuff like Oxycontin and Percodan.
It gets worse. Whilst he was in prison his boss filled his position, so when he got out he was unemployed. Ex-wife wouldn't let him back in the house, so now he lives in his car and does his personal hygiene at truckstops. Plus HOLD sent the socmed screenshots to everyone and 90% of JOEL's friends dropped him like a glowing coal. HOLD got rid of the other 10% 'because they wanted to associate with a known thief'. As did you for years, matey!
"That last OP ... I find myself wondering why he would keep such a bad friend in his social circle. Anyone who would say such horrible things about his life partner is a person I wouldn't let walk my dog, let alone permit them in my home."
Wow, that went longer than I expected. Time to put up a few illos to balance the wall-of-text.
Napoli Nails The Nappy Nonce
Bookmarked on Twitter as I thought it was hilarious. Art!
O my goodness did it trigger the MAGAts! They hate anything that dethrones their bloated tangerine toad.
Flotsam And Jets
No! That is not a truncation of 'Flotsam and jetsam' I'll have you know, it's an hilarious pun, hilarious I tell you. Laugh or it's the Remote Nuclear Tormentor!
Art?
These are the shores of Odesa, which the orcs ceaselessly bombard with drones, the poster child for dog-in-the-manger. This gentleman has retrieved on that had been downed over the Black Sea and swept inshore by the tides. Art!
The warhead and engine are both missing, so it's not going to explode. I would caution hefting one of these about by hand, thought, they are likely to have sharp edges. Still, if he can fit it in the family saloon, what a garden ornament to have!
When Birds Attack
Not the Alfred Hitchcock film. Rather, the Firepoint F5 'Flamingo' cruise missile, which we have mentioned on occasion in the past. It was supposed to go into serial production months ago, having been delayed by a Ruffian strike on their production facility, with up to five a day being produced.
It made an inauspicious debut, has been used only in small numbers and has seemingly suffered from accuracy problems.
Until now. Art!
A one-second clip posted by an orc. This is a Flamingo flying in broad daylight, reaching Cheboksary, 1,000 kilometres from Ukraine, with no sirens, SAMs or MANPADS or mobile fire teams to stop it. Art!
Behold, the VNIIR-Progress plant, that used to produce electronic modules for drones and missiles. Past tense, it was hit by two Flamingos. A month ago a Flamingo hit the pavement 50 yards in front of the building above, meaning they'd only just repaired all the blown-in glass and window frames. Oooops.
A Matter Of Logistics
SIT BACK DOWN! This item is not about military transport. No, you see our humble Ford Focus is in for serious repairs for several days, meaning Your Humble Scribe had to attempt a partial-weekly shop last night via bus. I discovered that I am incredibly inept when using Co-Op self-serve terminals. So, since start time on Friday is 12:00, I shall be ambling to Lidl and getting a few more things I wasn't able to physically carry on Wednesday. Wish me luck. Art!
Finally -
I passed on the two spare jigsaw pieces to Wonder Wifey. I like to keep you informed.
* Ha! Do you see wh- O you do.
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