To A Chorus Of 'Were You Away?' Or 'So What' From The Audience
Both of them, the pikers.
I need to explain that I'm typing this Intro up on Monday evening, after having arrived home from the Imperial War Museum site at RAF Duxford, where I and others have been making a group visit. The site is HUGE and one needs to walk between the gigantic aircraft hangers to get around, a chore rendered considerably less painful thanks to being in bright sunny warm weather.
As with the visit to BOVINGTON TANK MUSEUM last year, I am going to be padding out the blog with a handful of the 198 photographs I took. There would be more but both camera and phone battery were getting low by 17:00, or seven hours after we entered. Art!
The mighty Polaris submarine-launched ballistic missile with a nuclear warhead, or up to three of them*, which kept Brezhnev and the Ruffians in check and being as polite as Ruffians can be. With Sal and Col for scale.
ANYWAY as we do on BOOJUM! I would like to return to spifflicating the Ruffians again, this time the descendants of those who were kept polite courtesy of a few 200 kiloton Instant Sunshine Bombs. Art!
ANYWAY AGAIN I would like to lead with 'Preston Stewart', the vlogger whom has his own Youtube channel called - you may be ahead of me here - 'Preston Stewart'. Prez lead on his channel with the frankly bonkers news that Barad-Duh was burning, and on the eve of Putinpot's sham 'elections', too, which is the cherry on top of the icing on the cake. To mix baking metaphors. Art!
What you see here is Prez's Serious Face, his actual visage on live film is rather more animated and less constipated, and he has a great accent. His vlog concerned a huge Ukrainian strike on Barad-Duh on the first day of the 'election'. Art!
This is how you keep Ruffians polite. For your information, the Kozaky usually send as many as 400 drones into the entirety of Mordorvia, so this is about x4 times the normal number concentrated on one particular region.
Art!
That's the opening scene for 'Blade Runner', which Your Humble Scribe watched at the cinema yes I am that old and - Art!
The Moscow Oil Refinery is on fire. On the day the Duma 'elections' take place. Not a juxtaposition of words Charlie Chipmunk Cheeks ever expected nor wanted to hear. The Ukrainian attack was documented by 'Clement Molin', the wunderkinder French chap who uses OSINT - 'Open Source Intelligence' which is available to all - to create charts and graphs and maps that - if he stops posting in the near future, means either the CIA or MI6 have recruited him - illustrate the ongoing war. Art!
That looks expensive. Art!
The Ruffian milblogger 'Rybar', one of the orc's semi-official pro-Putin posters, explained in detail what had happened. The Kozaky had launched waves of drones towards Moscow, many of them inert versions carrying NO explosive payload, but ALL of which had to be intercepted, as you cannot tell which drone is carrying 50 kilos of high explosive. This process uses up the available interceptor missiles and at $1 million per interceptor versus $50,000 for a drone, the Ruffians are eating the credit imbalance. Then the waves of real drones went in, and the orcs admit at least 11 hit targets, which may be correct or just orc coping. Those that hit the Moscow refinery had gotten through 140 anti-aircraft systems arranged in 5 concentric circles around Barad-Duh, meaning that the Kozaky can still hit targets in the best-defended city in the world, should they care to. Art!
That looks expensive.
Prez read out the thoughts of 'Fighter-Bomber', the Ruffian ex-military pilot whom warned that Ukraine would be sending in waves of 1,000 or even up to 4,000 drones, to saturate the orc defences. This might sound like a paranoid fantasy, but it's not beyond reason; if the Kozaky can produce 400 drones per day and save 100 towards a major incursion each night, this kind of - <ahem> - 'experience' may not be so novel for the orcs in future.
Bunker Grandad may not be aware of these details as of today, or yesteryon, but even he can see what the results are with his Mark One Human Eyeball if he dips out of the Kremlin at any time. Art!
I bet 'Moscow Being Bombed' was not on his 2026 bingo card.
Stay polite, Dimya, we here in Perfidious Albion still have 4 'Vanguard' class 'Boomer' nuclear missile subs, one of which is always on patrol and which could deliver 40 Instant Sunshine Bombs on your scrofulitic empire. One wonders if the Ruffian air defences around Barad-Duh could intercept any of them. O and that's not counting our M8s, whom have their own Boomer nuclear deterrent. Art!
It takes rare precision and skill to unite two nations whom have been at each other's throats for 400 years and have them both hate and unite against you. But the highest levels of political will in Mordorvia have managed it. Well done Charlie Chipmunk Cheeks!
More Ungentle Shoeing
Yes, we are back to the Mercilessly Mocking Manchild Moobster, or the bloated sweaty swollen carcass that calls himself Donold Judas Trump. Sorry if you're a fan of his BUT you ought not to be anywhere near BOOJUM! if you revere the Big Orange Oaf Himself. Art!
Showing off his triple chin, and sweaty epidermis, and bloated eyes. He looks 92 years old, and a bad 92 at that. Imagine, if you will, Donold trying to cycle 50 yards as per Joe Biden: he would drop dead over the handlebars before 45 yards. I think this is BOOH trying to push his presence on the ballot, which, since it doesn't and cannot exist, is more 'Pretend The World Is As I Want It To Be'. You could write a library about him at this pont. Art!
Which came first, the Donold or the Salt Vampire or the Donold, or the - ? Only you can tell!
Cankles Von Yamteats
I have had to contract this Canadistuckistan's Twitter post since their nickname for the treble orange toast-rack is even worse than the original. Art!
Conrad unsure if there is any other stupid we can concrete how stupid Cankles Von Yamteats truly is: a basic metric in how much volume of your brain is made out of mashed potatoes? Maris Piper 1.0 and so on.
Enough of the Swollen Sweaty Saggy Senile Sepia Sackbutt, let us move on!
Further To The Above
Whilst travelling back to Lesser Sodom, Sal and Tom whom are collectively known as 'The Kids' despite being over 30, were communing together on their Devil's Digital Devices, and became aware that there was a Road Traffic Accident just ahead of us on the motorway.
Cue a diversion into an 'American Diner' for an early dinner, just short of the tailback forming as a result of an enormous army vehicle colliding with a car. Art!
Picture the above BUT WITH SUNSHINE.
Your Humble Scribe got a 'Blue Berry Gum' shake that meant no other sugar for the next ten days. Art!
Yes, so thick the spoon stood upright within it.
ANYWAY AGAIN once finished, The Kids used their unholy Devil's Digital Technology, known to the rest of you as mobile phones, to work around the back roads to circumvent the traffic backlog and avoid said queue. Which was pretty impressive to this old dog, I can tell you.
Still not had any more sugar since, though.
STOP WITH THE WALLET-EMPTYING!
Whilst at Duxford, I did avoid purchasing an edition of 'Sand And Steel' that was signed by the author, since I already have a non-signed edition. I am not saying that I didn't purchase any books, merely that wh
ANYWAY ANYWAY moving swiftly on, here's said author pimping another book - Art!
NO NO NO NO! I am so very NOT buying this book ever ever ever. Not at least for twelve months and there's a cheap paperback second-hand copy on Abebooks.
Enough wibble and time for bed.
* I think this was the 'Chevaline' modification but don't quote me.
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