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I'm well convinced that all political hit jobs are the works of the ✡.

And the (((parasitic slugs))) always get away with it. The jew is the well poisoner, the back stabber and the doctor who is sworn to "do no harm"...the ✡ is the wolf in sheep's clothing .

HOWEVER....I am of the belief that their end is near.

I had a few eye openers when I least expected them. I'm in my late 20s, 4,000miles from home, 2,000miles from the 1st world, on an island in the Caribbean and Pablo Escobar and Carlos Leger have a ruling hand over the Caribbean and West to the Pacific ocean...and the money to fund their own political/military control of a dozen Caribbean and Latin America countries. When you're immersed in the "workings" of this part of the world it's very easy to end up dead.

I'm focused on "shit" and somehow I cross paths with a White girl of Irish descent who was born in Barbados. Here's what I never learned in school, she was the offspring of SLAVES.

Her name was Gwen, she was a "Red Leg" and she was desperate to get off that island hell. I was surprised about what she talked about, in short, I learned that day that there were White slaves before black slaves.

What I really found confusing was that because she's a citizen of the British Commonwealth she is entitled to go anywhere within the Commonwealth but not her, not any of them...BUT...niggers can.

I always had a distrust for government but I really got an education that day about how evil the British Empire is, of which I'm a part of. Now my eyes go wide open and I am looking at my life, my government, the "shit" I am involved in/with and, something that I thought was straight forward impoverished life, I started to pay closer attention to the survival aspect of human behavior.

I've been around a lot of people and my social interactions were dictated by a behavior and perspective that was nurtured and influenced in 1st world conventions. When you spend time with a young White woman who is willing to do anything (anything at all) to get off that island, desperate enough to marry whomever just to get out, or when you see someone eating their food from a plastic bag that is crawling with maggots in 110°F temperature, or when you see a family of 7, including 2 aged elder, living in a 16'x16' thatched hut and sharing 2 beds and much more, but actually living in this environment with all it's misery and being a witness to the mass corruption that is facilitated by the British crown, America and Europe, but living it made me lose all respect for authority.

THEN I SEE THE WEAPONRY AND AMMUNITION THAT IS EVERYWHERE IN THE 3RD WORLD...BUT YET A DESPERATE YOUNG WHITE WOMAN, AT THAT TIME , WAS STILL ENSLAVED BY THE BRITISH CROWN...AND THE "WAR ON DRUGS" IS A JOKE.

Every time I'd return to the 1st world, since then and progressively every year for 30years , it became more and more evident as to just how evil these governments are. They have no problems killing their own...or anyone else for that matter, (((they))) bring death and misery and nobody wants to see it.

And that's a fact...Andrey Bulusov is now appointed Defence Minister for Russia. The reason for this, mainly, is that Bulusov is a Russian "HISTORIAN" and industrialist.

Bulusov is well aware of (((who/what))) Russia's sworn enemy is...the off white mongol/turkic KHAZAR HORDES.

Let the pograms begin, no mercy, slaughter every one of them....are you listening benny shapiro?

...I've got my ass planted in my bear chair and mama bear is sprawled at my feet and she's munching peanuts while her 3 cubs are wrestling in the back yard...now she's pawing at my lap and here comes the cubs. This is where it gets rousing because they get agitated over one peanut...there's 5lbs of nuts here and 3 of them fight over the same one. Now mama's got her nose in the air and everyone is on high alert...and there they all go, so that means that there's another bear coming in and it's probably Brutus...these are all his cubs anyways...he was pretty busy with his role as "syre" last couple years.

So she's leaving by way of the north trail which means that...and there he is, big boy Brutus is coming in from the West trail and he's got himself sitting there in the midst of the trees and he's surveying the area. He will kill his own cubs if he gets that impulsive urge but he also knows that a female (sow) will give him the worst defensive battle that be would experience from any animal out there.

He's pretty much accustomed to the dogs out here, well two of them anyways, there's little yappy mutt and a Golden Retriever that have been around him since he was born, him and the Retriever will play around. Last year Brutus had the Retriever in an actual bear hug, the dog had his head buried right into Brutus' chest and they were rolling around, Brutus was on his back with paws in the air, as they do when they play, but because the dog is pretty old now it doesn't have that frisk anymore and got tired so it's just sitting there staring at Brutus and he's getting pawed in face so to keep playing but it just didn't have the energy. Brutus is 5.5 years this year and he's just getting out of his adolescent stage so he's still pretty active...but I did notice last fall that he wasn't getting exited anymore like he used to, he grew up fast and he's a big fucking bear now. I would think that by mid summer he's going to be 700lbs. Last year he was over 3ft wide at the shoulders and on his fours he was pushing 4ft, and when he stood up he towered over me to at least over 9ft...and he still has his ass planted on that path.

And that's the bear report for today

....as stated in the heading I started out in a reply to @Boekanier re his reply to my previous post. I just thought I'd have too much to put into a reply.

@Boekanier's reply had a military connotation to it and it struck a chord with me that goes back to my formative years where it was time to choose that critical path where, however far down that path, the destination was destiny itself.

As a kid, growing up with no childhood, every fucking day was a gauntlet of flaming charcoal, being able to tolerate the pain associated with life's learning process and daily chores meant that conditions weren't harsh enough...and you knew that was going to change. Life with Russian roots and Slavic DNA meant there was never any time for childish pursuits. Something that always stuck with me that came from my brutish father when I was only 5 or 6, was when he told me "in Russia nobody smiles", I never forgot those words, everyday life from that point on was a life knowing that growing up was not going to be fun.

In summer of 1976, here in my hometown of 100,000 the British military was on a recruiting campaign...the thing was it wasn't an "actual MILITARY recruiting campaign". Given that there's a pro forma process that denies DIRECT military recruitment by the British crown...BUT...recruiting for military contractors anywhere within the Commonwealth was legal. The campaign was compliant within the legal framework of the "operating principles" ( not constitutional because Kanastan has no constitution and the charter/bill of rights is a pro forma without binding obligations, it was a formality that shuts everyone up)...bottom line is, the crown will do whatever it wants to do...anyhow, I was all pumped and when do I leave.

At that time I was with the JEHOVAS WITNESSES and our neighbor, who was a church elder and Crown prosecuter, told me, not asked me, that I had a position with the police department as soon as I was ready...but I was pumped about the British military, but it was something to consider. I remember walking into the house and showing my mother the recruiting package from the British military, she went blank and then says to me, and she's pissed, "you know what this is, do you know what a "MERCENARY" is?"...then this, "there's no mercenary prisoners, they are killed on the spot because nobody likes a SOLDIER OF FORTUNE". I didn't know any of this shit, all I knew was that I would have no problem passing the physical and that I was in killer shape. My old man sneered at me and then tells me that the life expectancy of a mercenary in Rhodesia was 3 weeks before you get a bullet in the brain, he didn't say "bullet to the head, he said to the brain". So to keep everyone happy I decided to be a cop. My dad goes to the neighbor (crown prosecuter) and tells him that it would be better if I was a cop instead of a mercenary.

Next day I head over to the police station and tell them that after moose hunting season I'd be ready to go. It's all set, I'm going to be a cop and I owe my future to a church elder who was a Jehova Witness of which I was one.

Then I'm told that I have to spend my rookie time in the "PEEL REGION" of South Ontario and under cover spying on THE SATAN'S CHOICE MC, of which I became very close with after I refused to take the position of a cop, I also walked away from the church. But I was still playing hockey.

A year later I pile into a dump truck that blew a stop sign and was operated by a drunk driver in Michigan...my destiny was now a different path and what a path it was.

And that's it for now...hollywood has actors...I lived in reality and what a wild ride it was.

...how would a library justify late fees without books, or increase it's revenue without books...would the chief librarian, "Mr. WORDSWORTH" suddenly be designated as an "OBSOLETE MAN"?

WOULD ADOLF HITLER'S "KRISTALNAUCHT" BONN FIRE BURNED AS WELL AS IT DID WITHOUT THE ✡ SMUT BOOKS?

Realistically though, who of any high grade genetic value has the fucking time to sit around all day and read books, forget about the daily routine of chores and making a buck, just sit back and read a book about something that could be and more than likely is a lie.

I grew up with the historical facts, all written into so many books, that there was only two genders, male and female, and not multiple genders. Now, by today's standards and social justice codes, if 4the overall credibility, reliability and reputation of a system or institution, or even an individual of an "ethnic group", was determined by rating the quality and value of that specific information alone, a litmus test of a sort, any book with contextual references pertaining to only two genders
gets a failing grade....every fucking thing that I was taught, through my text books was a lie...fuck, I can't even watch reruns of HAWAII FIVE O anymore thinking that Jack Lord didn't have a clue about what he was saying when he used the line "bookem Danno"

There's very little quality reading these days...aside from Dostoyevsky, Solzhenytzn, Ernst Zundel and 5-6 reloading manuals, oh yeah, and "Thomas Crapper's" 12 volume collection of schematics, design and history of the toilet, pre ice age era to the current. It's well worth the $12.95 investment. Believe me, when shit hits the fan "Crapper's" the man.

Played football for 4years in high-school, played hockey from 6years old to 35. Had a potential NHL future but a motorcycle accident ended that. Plenty of martial arts and boxing...in fact it was the Taekwondo that brought me back to almost the shape I was in throughout the 70s. At 6'4" and a bit and 258lbs I was nothing but confident, no fear meant no fear...BUT...I have taken a few beatings, I have lost teeth and I have been knocked out...BUT...it always took a gang to do it.

Problem for my adversaries was that they didn't kill me because retribution is dished out in pain.

For a few decades I was a major MC clubber until "81" arranged a "patch over" in 98/99, I still held rank but unofficially, due to professional aspects in my "other life"...but it was my "connections" in the 3rd world that reinforced the relationship. I had military and Constabulary in a few countries that were loyal to me and respected me, as I respected them.

I never panicked under any circumstances, even when outnumbered and confronted with armed psychos who did not care about who's life they took. But maintaining the physical condition required to stay feared and respected was getting to be too much of a job.

But the routine that kept me in the best of shape, without the gym, the DO or the ring was 300 situps, 100pushups, 30-50 pullups if possible using a tree branch...AND...15minutes of skip rope...and it's very important to be noticed but in a subtle way, word gets out and that's all part of the "psy-op".

Staying alive is not just about physical capability, in fact there were a few times when I thought my end was right there...especially when you're 4,000 miles from home at 22.30hrs with jungle on one side and open sea on the other and you've got 3 M16s shoved into your ribs and a half dozen niggers that want answers.

That's another story for another post...bottom line is, staying in shape is a major factor in staying alive...OVER AND OUT.

HOWEVER...BY DECREE...FORTH WITH, THE TERM "NAZI" SHALL BE ORIENTED, WITH SPECIFIC DILINEATION, IN REFERENCE TO (((THOSE))) RESPONSIBLE FOR THE ETYMOLOGY OF ORIGIN PER TO THE APPLICATION OF SUCH HATEFUL ANTI-S.A.N.E. SEMANTICS.

HAVE ATTER EVERYONE

The way I see it now is that 1st world governments are comprised of an artificially empowered youth, militant feministas and low IQ trash from the 3rd world along with the misfit products of Western (((academia))).

One only needs to look at the matching character traits and lack of intellectual substance shared by the clowns in 1st world governments, a very fucked up blend of delusional degenerates and worthless human debris that exists only because they're useful idiots for (((those))) who are really in control ergo, they are a means to an end and in the end they'll be no longer of any use.

These clowns are all the same, lofty dreams but have no idea what it takes to follow through with them, failure is common with them...but as long as they say "I'm sorry" , their mental limitations are overlooked and their mass failures are accepted as being the consequences of the routine challenges facing governments everywhere. The gullible masses don't hold their clown politicians accountable because that would be cruel and insulting and possibly interpreted as violent...or antisemitic, and besides, the intentions were noble and they speak with such a soft voice.

In the end we are ruled more by deceit than we are by tyranny, tyranny is somewhat of a complicated process that requires brains, balls, bullets and wisdom, all of which are lacking in the modern political world today.

LIES LIES AND MORE LIES, ALL THEY KNOW TODAY IS TO LIE...AND THEN SAY "I'M SORRY ".

I do believe that this is a first in Kanastan re adverse effects of the joo jab.

Schools in the Kitchener Waterloo region of Ontario have now implemented a policy that restricts vexxed students from participating in school sports until they've been cleared by a physician due to the possibility of stroke or pulmonary complications associated with the covid vexinations.

The gullible masses have no choice but to face the reality of being poisoned. And they chose to be poisoned.

The lamest excuse for willfully rolling up a sleeve is, "I did it for my family and to save my job"...and now they die, along with those around them.

I never got it and I can't get sick if I even try and heres everyone around me dropping dead or deathly ill. As of today I know an entire family, mother, 2 grandkids and her son, sicker than a rabid coon and confirmed with covid, well that's what they've been told, regardless, they're fucking ill...buddy says his mother can't even get off the couch because she's so weak....FUCK...OVER THE PHONE YESTERDAY SHE WAS TOO WEAK TO BITCH ABOUT THE DOG SHIT ALL OVER HER DECK.

Just a point of interest...I've got friends who won't even talk to me right now because they know that I was right in not getting the vex and they're all fucked up.

IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE THE TERM "PURE BLOODS" IS DEEMED RACISS

FUCK YOU JEW

Left concentric Great Lakes at 17.00hrs Sunday, got into Toronto at 00.20hrs and now I'm flat out, winding down and the alarm is set for 05.15hrs...and I am fucking wound up tighter than a ✡jewish alarm clock✡ in the lunch room of a pork processing plant.

AND I'M ALMOST 700KMS (420 MILES) FROM HOME...AM I WEARY OR AM I WIERD?

At one time, for a long time up until just recent time, there wasn't a place in much of the Western Hemisphere where I was without very close and tight friends, not just associates but brothers (and a few sisters)...in a couple of cases "mothers". No matter if somewhere in Latin America, Caribbean or America or Canada, especially Toronto, Vancouver, Edmonton or Montreal, Detroit, Chicago, Cleveland, Denver, Santa Fe or Amarillo , and a lot more but the people I've been close to for a long time are a part of those places.

ACTUALLY, I HAVE TO STATE THIS GIVEN I'M PRAISING GOOD PEOPLE WHOM I KNOW...there's 2 guys in South Dakota, 1 in Lead (near Deadwood) and the other in Hill City, I don't think it would be out line and that I would be an asshole for mentioning a business owned by one of these good men, so, asshole or not, "SIC VICK'S HOUSE OF HORSEPOWER" in Hill City, by my/our standards, is owned by a very decent human being and buddy in Lead, there isn't anything that I can say, no matter how emphatic the praise, that could leave his image better than what it is now (I can't get into specifics)...when being thousands of miles from home """(away from mom)"""you'll never feel "loneliness" when in the company of people you can trust. Being in a crowd may mean that you're not alone but that doesn't mean you're not lonely.

Great people make great company no matter where in the world they are.

I know that I'm probably going to regret this and I already feel like somewhat of a slight asshole but VOAT seems to have worked it's way into the category of what I previously stated. Only with VOAT faggots can one feel at home wherever one happens to be at the time. This place is dungeon of knife wielding epileptics, a fucking viper pit where the snakes are slithering in floods of their own toxic venom...even alien life forms don't want to post or comment for fear of being informed that they're now faggots.

BUT IT'S AN EXTENSION OF HOME...AND HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS...INCLUDING THE HEARTS OF A FEW DOZEN COONS THAT WALKED INTO THE CROSS HAIRS OF MY SCOPE. VOAT HAS MADE IT EASIER TO CONDUCT BUSINESS AWAY FROM THE ADDRESS OF MY HOME, AND THAT MEANS SOMETHING.

Sometimes this week I'm going to do a post on an old man and the "faggots" that he collected every day, 365 per year regardless of the weather and as a kid I watched this old man without understanding the real meaning of "will to survive". Every time I see the Led Zeppelin album image of the "old man humping the faggot of wood on his back" I think of that old man. So I'm going to do a post on that. .....(again??)