Interesting whom they’d put out as their sacrificial lamb, their patsy, to start the far away war talk.
Well well well … if it isn’t Jacob himself:
A selection of reactions which came thick and fast:
This is the age old trap:
The political ploy, as I mentioned last evening, started way back with fabian Wokism, the very worst Feminazism in schools of the hate toxic males, women are better anyway variety, sicko sexuality for kiddies, designer drugs, before crippling health with everything from mRNA gene altering to chemtrail networks in the sky.
Plus massed invasion. While the distraction of the boat people gets those who care about the old Britain to Dover and Portsmouth, the real invasion since Windrush has been going on in the background … steadily, inexorably, until it became open govt policy and now there is a foreign army waiting in barracks, with the usual rapes and murders of locals, until such time as the first conscriptees are sent to the Black Sea.
My position? I’d sign up for Dad’s Army to take on the enemy within, being no pacifist of note … but some foreign war to support the banksters’ and politicians’ war industry, human trafficking and biolabs? Forgeddit.
Mr Rees-Mogg showing his true colours at last. A wolf in sheep's clothing.
ReplyDeleteAs for sending our children to die in someone else's war, I'd be very wary of training them in weaponry because they might just turn them on the rats who are determined to get them killed.
Mutinies among the ranks are not unheard of, as seen in the first world war. And during the Viet Nam war, American conscripts were known to have killed their officers after they reached breaking point.
What follows was my recollection of what was related to me by my father.
ReplyDeleteMy grandfather at the start of WW2 was married with two children. He saw at some point that conscription was going to be invoked and he was within the conscript age limits and his trade was outside of the "war effort" rules. His sole aim was to be live beyond the war.
To that end he decided he was going to volunteer. That way he could choose which part of the military offered him the best chance of achieving his aim. He chose the navy.
He had a very active eighteen months or so on a sloop and the remainder of the time basically inactive on a lend lease clapped out destroyer.
He achieved his aim.
No mention of defending the country, no jingoism, no fighting for democracy.
After the war his contact with anything military was limited to his reserve status and the British Legion.
I learnt from another family member who also served in the navy and was active in the Legion that grandad never talked about his wartime experience but if he overheard anyone boasting or glorifying war he told them in no uncertain terms they weren't there.
The only thing that my father tokd me about grandads time in the navy was that in Oran shortly after the port had been taken and the breakout was underway he had been talking to a friend from his home town on a merchant ship tied up at a jetty and had just gotten ashore when a huge explosion knocked him off his feet.
He got up turned round and the part of the ship where he had been stood talking moments earlier had vanished taking his friend with it.