I Am Struck

Not Literally, As Many Have Hoped

By the parallels between two dictators and a wannabe, which is to say, Herr Schickelgruber (or Hitler if we're being formal), Putinpot and Donold Judas Trump.  I would specify a little further and focus on Schickelgruber during his 'Berlin Bunker' phase, Putinpot at present and Donnie Dorko since the dementia really began biting.  Art!

     Looks more like Himmler but we shall let it pass.  I also said 'Putin', not 'Andropov'.  Conrad not convinced AI is the threat some see it as

     ANYWAY what I meant is that all three were or are being lied to by their inner circle, and are or were making decisions based on false evidence or none at all.  I can imagine Herr Schickelgruber moving imaginary armies around on a map in his bunker, completely divorced from reality, and flying into a spittle-projecting rage when things come crashing down.  Although you'd think Soviet artillery fire might have broken the delusions a bit earlier.  Art!

Mister Hitler suffering hissy fit

     Then you have Donnie Dorko, whom has surrounded himself with incompetent toadying yes-men, whose prime accomplishment is being able to lick his boots to a high shine, and who act as an echo chamber for him.  Thus his very worst ideas are hailed as strokes of genius, instead of just strokes.  How else can one explain the bizarre trade war with Canada but no sanctions against Mordorvia?  Plus, one suspects that these same minions are creating the fake polls that King Piggy keeps quoting.  To keep him placated, as with small children.  Art!

     This is Howard Lutnick, whom 'David Pakman' has christened 'Nutlick', blathering on about economics - by reciting completely imaginary figures, which are being used to 'prove' to The Nodfather that the South Canadian economy is fine.  Hot tip: it's not.

     The worst that can happen to one of Fat Caligula's minions is that they can be fired, raise your hand Tulsi Gabbard, and have BOOH slander them afterwards.  If you work for Putinpot, delivering bad news can be hazardous to your health - Dictatoritis in action, as we've yarked at length about already.  Thus anything negative gets either filleted, massaged or simply never reported up the chain of command.   

     However - ah that word again! - Charlie Chipmunk Cheeks is probably aware that everyone is lying to him, except he's unsure quite how much they're lying, and chooses to believe that his toadies are only lying a bit.

     WRONG!

     I am going to feature some economic data from 'Preston Stewart', another South Canadian ex-military who loathes Trump and everything to do with him, but whom is quieter about it than 'Jake Broe'.  Art!

     Preston at work.  His wife designed and outfitted this room, which Prez is reluctant to call a 'studio', be

     ANYWAY he put up a graph from the 'Wall Street Journal' that illustrates how much of a pounding - stop me if I get too technical - the Ruffian economy is taking from Ukrainian drones.  Art!

     You can see the ramp up in drone strikes in 2025 and the enormous increase in 2026.  What you're seeing here is the end result of strategic decisions made at the highest political, military and economic level back in 2024, to go in for drone warfare at an industrial scale.  As an aside, that decision is why the Kozaky are able to send 400 long-range drones into Mordorvia every night.  You can bet your bottom kopek that Putinpot won't be given any of the details above.  Art!

     Another graph that Putinpot is destined never to see, since it's so Dog Buns! awful, and if it were being presented to Donnie Demented they'd turn it upside down.  Going from 6 million barrels per day to 3.8 BPD is not good, lest ye be unaware.  The Ruffians may be getting double the price for their crude, but they're exporting far less of it thanks to relentless drone strikes.  Prez also comments that the Ruffians are producing E-2 and E-3 quality fuels, which destroy engines in the mid-term.  Art!

     Here is the price of petrol and diesel that the orcs are paying, with a notable dip from where, I suggested, the strategic reserves were emptied in a once-only manoeuvre.  Again, you can guarantee that Putler won't see these prices.  Art!

russian authorities lowered the price of gas on the signs of the gas stations along a road Putin used to visit to an aviation plant

     Potemkin petro-state!

     Prez has more economic data but I don't want this to become yet another single-item BOOJUM! so we shall most definitely be returning to this.  I bet you can hardly wait.

'20 Essential Classics That Continue To Inspire Readers'

Yes, we are back on that list, and now well into the twentieth century.  As I guessed from the photograph, this one concerns Franz Kafka.  Art!

Dateline 1915

     To be honest, Conrad has not read this particular work, but I am familiar with it.  Gregor Samza wakes up one morning to find that he's been transformed into a giant beetle, a form he retains for the rest of the story.  We shall gloss over the fact that a man-sized beetle would suffocate instantly thanks to breathing th

     ANYWAY his family are not impressed with his transformation and keep him hidden in his bedroom, as a sort of bedroombug, where he pines away and dies.  The end.  Sorry if that was a bit of a downer, you don't read Kafka for happy floppy bunnies or gambolling lambs, you read him to confirm the bleak existential crisis of the human condition.  To boast literary credits, I have read 'The Castle' and 'The Trial'.

Back To Brucie

Pennington, not Springsteen, just to be clear.  The artist chap whom we have been covering via 'Sci-Fi Art' the Youtube channel that covers - er - sci-fi art.  As it says on the tin.  They have a load of pages from 'Eschatus', Brucie's attempt to render Nostrildamus relevant or even correct.  Art!

    I think this one is meant to represent a Dire Warning, which Nostrildamus will have dressed up in esoteric imagery and fine, vague sentences that render it's warning capacity as useful as a sword made out of day-old bread.  Ol' Brucie is really rocking it with the spirit of Nuremberg here.  Leni Reifenstahl eat your heart out.  Notice how Bruce omitted any lettering, so it can apply to any nation (Ruffia we are looking at you).  Art!

     There's a lot to unpack here.  We are witnessing an amphibious assault mounted by what seems to be submarines, backed up by an air assault as well.  We get no information about who's being attacked, eagles being ten-a-penny in European heraldry.  Matey in the pointy helmet looks very excited about something, perhaps his larynx?

Leave Them Wanting More

I give you another hideously unflattering picture of Donold Judas Trump, which is free from the text I had partially covering his festerface in a different photo I collected.  Don't want you to miss a single sweaty pore!  Art!

     Conrad was puzzling about what this fizzog reminded me of, and it took a bit of memory searching to discover the real-life parallel.  Art!

     The kind of happy floppy bunny that Franz Kafka would approve of.  From the Joe Dante section of 'Twilight Zone: The Movie'.

     O and I just noticed that King Piggy has been oinking on Truth Social about the Canadian aircraft company Bombardier.

""NO MORE SELLING BOMBARDIER IN THE UNITED STATES!" Trump wrote in a Truth Social post on Monday. "If they want our Market, they must build here, and stop treating America like a 'piggybank'.""

     South Canadian policy executed by social media.

     Bombardier politely and indirectly challenged BOOH by stating that they already operate a factory in Kansas, employing 3,500 South Canadians.  Once again that man proves he can't be trusted with a knife and fork.

That's it!