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Monday, 1 April 2024

What Was New Is Old

Or Vice-Versa

What I'm trying to get across here is that there is very little in the world, especially when it comes to military matters, that is new and novel and different.  Instead you get the wheel re-invented, with a flash new fascia, when it's really still just a wheel.  Only yesteryon I mentioned that a Ruffian tank getting a turret bustle made up of rocks wasn't exactly new, because gabions have a history going back centuries.  

     So, when I mention the Challenger tank, people immediately jump to the conclusion that I mean the Chally, as seen in Ukraine.  Art!


     Frankly, this 70-ton beast puts the s***s* up the Ruffians, who describe it as "Huge and loud" and they're not wrong.

     HOWEVER** thanks to my current reading of "Monty's Men" by John Buckley - that's PROFESSOR John Buckley to you - and his previous work "British Armour In The Normandy Campaign", what I actually meant was this particular beast.  Art!


     The A30 Challenger cruiser, of 1944 vintage.  It was an interim design and only 200 were made, but it put the s****s
* up the Teutons, as that 17 pounder would make mincemeat of anything armoured.

     Please also recall my fond purchase of Robert Citino's "The German Way Of War", where he puts forward a convincing argument that the Teutons never used the word "Blitzkrieg" to describe their Second Unpleasantness strategy and tactics.  Instead they used the word "Bewegungskrieg", which is Teuton for "Manoeuvre Warfare".  He gives examples going back to the late seventeenth-century to show that what the Allies called Blitzkrieg was simply the logical extension of mobile warfare.  Art!

Rob lecturing

     Well well what's that spell?  Why it's none other than Bernhardt, who runs the Youtube channel "Military History Visualised", and whom is Austrian.  His English is excellent, both spoken and written, with a charming accent.  We have mentioned him occasionally on the blog.  Not too often, don't want him getting pretensions.

     Now, Ol' Bernie has posted a positively gleeful vlog about having found the word "Blitzkrieg" in an official Teuton pre-war source of 1937.  You may be familiar with that stereotype about the Efficient And Thorough Teuton?  Well well Dog Buns! hell, Ol' Bernie is exactly that.  Art!


     These are official Teuton publications from the Second Unpleasantness and before, which he is able to afford thanks to his Youtube subscribers.  He has now been able to shift his focus from secondary sources to primary ones, which is always the best bet for military historians.  Art!


     The other word, is of course - obviously! - "Bewegungskrieg", and to prove it Ol' Bernie lays out a montage of virtual cuttings to illustrate the point.  Art!



     One feels for the bloke.  All this archived material is written in the "Fraktur" font, which is as horribly difficult to read as it was to write in.  Art!


     That last word is "sovjetrussiche", which means the Sinister Union, who were best mates with the Third Reich at this moment in time, which they hate being pointed out to them.  You can now understand how unpleasant Fraktur was to read.  I believe it got banned in 1941 because there were suspicions about it having a whiff of Jewishness about it.  Art!

Bernie boldly brings out one of his book babies

     Ol' Bernie explains that the various texts laud Bewegungskrieg as the highest form of warfare, and that "Stellungskrieg" or positional warfare was to be avoided at all costs.  This goes all the way back to Verdun and the Somme, which were attritional slogging matches, heavy on firepower and blood, with minimal movement.  Art!


     I recently learned that "Old man shouts at cloud" is from "The Simpsons".  Conrad is not fluent at all in Teuton, and Fraktur hurts the eyes if you look at it for more than a few seconds straight, but I did notice another reference.  Art!


   They don't capitalise for some obscure Teuton grammar rule, so let me point out that 'russisch-japanischen kriege von 1904" refers to the Russo-Japanese War that began in 1904.  It did indeed devolve at the end into Stellungskrieg and is probably the biggest war you've never heard of.

     So.  Next time someone bangs on about 'Blitzkrieg' you can refute them with this Intro.


The Desperate Hours

No!  I am not talking about that classic film noir with - O why waste words when we can cattle-prod Art into life.


     It also has the late, great Simon Oakland in an uncredited role as a State Trooper.  Art!


     None of which, inevitably, has to do with the mewling man-child Donald Judas Trump.  Why do I mention this insufferable oaf?  Well, because he consistently provides BOOJUM! with content, and because his criminal hush-money trial is looming.  Jury selection happens in 2 weeks, unless he can wriggle out of it in some way, and he's trying to wriggle wriggle wriggle even as I type.  Desperate hours indeed!  Both Harry Litman and Joyce Vance, former legal members of the South Canadian Department of Justice, have pointed out the same strategies that Donny might try.

1)  Fire his legal team.  However, Donny retains many, many lawyers, which is why his legal bills are so enormous.  The judge would just tell him to move another trio of incompetents into position.

2)  Request Judge Merchan be recused, because - well, essentially because Donny says so.  Not going to happen as no new reason, or even old reason, has been put forward.

3)  A Close Family Member Has Died.  This one probably has both sons and daughter looking over their shoulder, because Dad would definitely throw them under an actual real bus to get out of court.

4)  I Don't Feel Well.  This tends to have a diminishing effect after the sufferer is over 13.

     The thing is, this is definitely not Judge Merchan's first rodeo.

     He's also likely to be less than pleased with Bloaty Bafune Biffer Boy castigating his daughter in public on social media.  Art!

Turkey-wattle battle!


Less Prose More Picture

We've had two long blocks of text, so time to rock on with "The Daily Beast" and one of their silly Temu advertising sidebars.  Art!


     This is so obviously a Scunge Bobbler that I feel embarrassed even posting it.  When your scunge needs bobbling, OF COURSE you need one of these.


"City In The Sky"

A trio of American soldiers are encountering their first extra-terrestrial, and it's not going swimmingly, to be honest.

The snake slowly turned to face the men crowding into the doorway, as an incredulous Boyce levelled his pistol.

     ‘Freeze!’ he barked.  The human head turned slowly towards the doorway as Mower used his rifle barrel to break the wire connected to the Chief’s headset, and the seated man began to slowly regain consciousness.

     An eye-bleaching bright flash suddenly came in the gloomy single-roomed shack and Mower let out a brief shout of agony before crumpling to the dusty boards.  Boyce didn’t hesitate and fired three times, knocking fist-sized holes in the creature, spraying blood and machine parts across the walls.  Werner fired his rifle, shattering the priest’s “head” apart completely and sending a volley of shrapnel everywhere.  The body toppled over backwards and hit the floor hard, bouncing.

     Boyce strode over and kicked the snake’s head.  He’d hit the creature lower down, almost severing it’s body in two, and the head merely flopped limply.  Pulling out his issue knife, he hacked away until he held a grisly trophy in his hand.

     Turning back, he saw that Werner had retrieved Mower’s gun and binoculars.

     ‘Dead?’ he asked.  Werner nodded, before clearing his throat.

     ‘Burnt a hole right through him, sir.’  The younger soldier pointed at the supposed priest’s body.  ‘What the hell was that thing, sir?  And what was it doing to the Chief?’

     Boyce kicked the wrecked artefact, now stinking of burnt plastic and a disgusting meaty smell reminiscent of bad cooking.

     ‘This, Specialist, is our saboteur.  And the Chief was it’s tool.’

          Snake harming?


Yes!  A Have Your Say Has Been Opened!

This concerns the ballfoot game, which Conrad has 0% interest in.  On the other hand, we do get hilarious Comments from the fans of said pigs-bladder knockabout, such as - 

Comment posted by Dave Pup, at 20:39 10 Mar

As an Arsenal fan, I want either us or Liverpool. Never City. Sick of them and their 100+ charges

     Bring on the buckets of popcorn!


Finally -

Better go chop up that remaindered bacon rib in the Sunday Stew, and check how the tumble drier is doing.  Ah me, what a rock 'n' roll lifestyle I lead!



* "Salts" as in Epsom Salts.  What, did you think otherwise?

**  A word you knew was coming.

Encumber With Number

I'm Afraid We're Talking Money Here

Yes, the stuff that's never enough.  More specifically, we are talking about stocks and shares, which is hardly sufficient to get the pulse pounding and the blood moving, so instead of a graph here's one I saved earlier.  Art!


     As I snarkily replied to "Soxic", it's not new.  For one thing, gabions, as they're known, have been around for centuries.  In ages past they were made of wicker and filled with earth or stones, as a kind of do-it-yourself barricade and bulwark.  Art!


     Then you have what some wag called the "Impoverished Range" of British military kit conjured into existence post-Dunkirk, where a bad vehicle now was infinitely better than a good vehicle six months down the road.  This gave birth to the 'Armadillo', a truck turned into an "armoured" vehicle - Art!


     That cab or - ahem - 'armoured fighting compartment' in the truck bed is actually formed from two spaced sets of timber, the gap being filled with stones.  Exactly how bulletproof this cut-price arrangement was is questionable, as the Armadillo was never put to the test, being used for airfield defence in This Sceptred Isle.  

     ANYWAY we come back to that tireless creator of content for the blog, namely Bloaty Bafune Biffer Boy.  Don't complain, we spent yesteryon not mentioning him once.  You see, Donald Buck recently oversaw a merger of two companies into one, Trump Media and Technology Group, which then listed itself on the South Canadian NASDAQ.  "National Association of Securities Dealers Automated Quotations" since you ask.  This is one of the big three South Canadian stock exchanges.  Art!


     TMTG's sole asset is "Truth Social", a knock-off of Twitter, created for BBBB when he got kicked off that latter platform.  You may not have heard of it before, which is entirely understandable, as it's not very successful.  In fact, the only thing it has going for it are Donnie's 'Truths', which tend to BE IN UPPER CASE, randomly capitalised, with tortuous grammar and nonsense words.  Jack Smith - yes, that Jack Smith - skewered him nicely on Twitter.  Art!


Happy Easter. Captain Capslock is risen.


     Back to TS.  First, a comparison.  Take Twitter, which Elong Tusk did, for the vastly over-inflated price of $44 billion.  It counts 360 million users per month, even after a lot of people left post-buyout.  For revenue, let's bring in a graph.  Art!


     Like or loathe it, Twitter (none of that "X" nonsense here) is a big hitter.  Truth Social?  Not so much.  It has a total of 860,000 users, or less than one-quarter of one percent of Twitter.  It brought in $5 million in revenue in 2023, which makes it sound like a modest success, except it actually spent $30 million.

     What does this have to do with the stock price?  Everything!  Because 78.75 million shares were issued for this turkey, which debuted at $70 per share.  DJ Tango got 54% of them, to give him a controlling interest, and the breathless blurb is that he stood to make BILLIONS.  BILLIONS I TELL YOU!

     However - and you knew that word would be in here somewhere - he's actually forbidden to sell his stock for six months.  Meanwhile, those who already have their shares without any limitation on when to sell are getting rid.  Art!


     It debuted and promptly began to lose value; the chart above is four days old and represents a single day's trading.  If you look at a longer-term graph the path is compellingly clear.  Art!

     Actually scratch that, the 5 Day option isn't available.  Let's have the very latest update.  Art, again!


     The esteemed, Pulitzer Prize-winning author Suzanne Craig, who has an instantly identifiable hairstyle, cautioned that this kind of 'meme stock' may bounce back within the next six months, or - it may end up at $2 per share.  Art!

Suze - rocking the foxy Older Chick look


ORLON

Not to be confused with "Orlan", because that's a crappy Ruffian drone that they got stung for, retailing at $120,000 per unit, when it actually costs about $5,000 at most.  The only Ruffian thing about them was the cap on the fuel tank.

     ANYWAY you might be thinking "Ah, yes, 'Orlons', those were the brutish aliens that the Daleks used as muscle, weren't they?  Art!

No!  You bafune!

     Those were the OGRONS.  Do keep up!  I can see you stroking your chin and thinking "Okay, okay, obviously it was the supercomputer that had a schizoid personality and ran the Tesh in -"

     NO!  THAT WAS XOANON!  Stop guessing.  Art!



     It's a textile made of acrylic fibre.  Wonder Wifey acquired a dress made of it that was over forty years old and still looked brand new, which was the problem, as it just doesn't decompose when dumped.  Alien archaeologists in millennia to come will be able to dig orlon clothes up and wear them, should the fancy take them.

     What's that?  You suddenly realised -


     Go away and stop being stupid.


Mikes Dark Recommendations

We're now up to Number 4 on his list of Dystopian or Post-Apocalyptic Novels, and he chose "Swan Song" by Robert McCammon.  Art!

A worryingly accurate depiction of the two main protagonists

     This one is both supernatural and apocalyptic.  You get to see the apocalypse happening as global thermonuclear war breaks out, and the aftermath.  On one hand you have Snow, a remarkable young woman, and the shape-shifting, mind controlling epitomy of evil that tracks her down.  There's also Sister Creep and her magic glass totem full of jewels, and Josh the wrestler, and Colonel Macklin - and a whole lot of other characters.  It's a long read, about two inches thick, but it's never boring.  Conrad recommends.  Only superficially similar to another work that comes in at Number 2 - Conrad is also cross he threw his old copy out as it's worth a mint now  <sad face>.

     Just discovered this:

Adaptation[edit]

On Jan 19 2024 it was announced Swan Song is being adapted as a television series With Greg Nicotero from The Walking Dead directing the pilot episode and writing as well.[3]

     Interesting!


"City In The Sky"

We are still with the Americans in New Orleans, uncovering mischief and mayhem.

     That ruled himself out.  He’d never been off the base.  Werner and Mower hadn’t been on leave for over a year.  When he discreetly examined staff logs, one name stood out – Chief Engineer Murakow.  The Chief regularly travelled to New Orleans where he’d had distant relatives long before the Big Crash.  So, swearing the two other men to silence, he’d followed the engineer when he made his next trip.

     Already he realised that the tall tale Veep Waukegan had spun wasn’t so tall after all.  Murakow hadn’t ever mentioned visiting a voodoo priest on his leave, only ever historical sites or family residences, and that damn spooky witch doctor didn’t show up on infra-red like a human being did.

     ‘Right.  We go in and take the spook down.  Any resistance, any display of force, slot him.’

     Boyce didn’t mince words or euphemise.  He hadn’t explained exactly what the Veep had warned about, and the other soldiers might be expecting a Chinese spy.

     They rushed the shack and Boyce, a hard and wiry officer, hit the crooked wooden door with his shoulder and ripped the door off it’s hinges.  It clattered noisily inside and the trio witnessed an unbelievable sight: Chief Murakow sitting – more accurately slumping – in a crude wooden chair, eyes wide, jaw slack, drool running down his chin.  A wire headpiece sat on his scalp, the wiring running back to the voodoo priest’s clawlike hands and a small device there.  Most stunning of all  was the giant gash in the priest’s chest, easily a foot in diameter, and a giant snake’s head poking out of the gap.

     'Tall tale', hmmmm?


Finally -

Time to go do another wash as I have now figured out the Bosch.