Hamas did it? Austin Wounded in Kiev when Kinzhal Blew Through Patriot Missile Defenses – THE INTEL DROP
Our server isn’t really equipped for podcasts, any trouble with the audio go to our Substack site: Broadcasts from Silent Hill, Transmission I (substack.com) The Khazar-Nazi Anti-Christ: “In the Beginning” part I by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org) The Satanic Verses (the Khazar-Nazi Anti-Christ part II) by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org) Human Sacrifice among the Catholic Clergy I (the Khazar-Nazi Antichrist III) by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org) Human Sacrifice among the Catholic Clergy II (the Khazar-Nazi Antichrist IV) – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)
Before There Was Darkness There Was White It was the same sound a creaky old door made when you open it but a thousand times louder drowning out even the howling wind. The dogs crouched low in the snow cowering but afraid to even whimper. The moon hung over them; a dazzling orb rimmed with iridescent violet as the aurora borealis flashed vivid green and magenta all around it. The horizon was blocked by upheavals of ice that had been twisted into a chaotic landscape of jagged outcrops. Some were twenty to thirty meters tall and made any further progress doubtful. By the time Fridjof Nansen and Hjalmar Johansen made camp for the night they had already decided to turn back at first light. They had been out on the ice for three weeks and beneath them was two thousand fathoms of freezing ocean. The temperature was a constant forty below and Nansen’s fingers were frozen to his mittens. They were two hundred miles further north than any man had gone before. Ostensibly they were trying to reach the north pole. That is what Nansen had told the Norwegian Geographical Society in Christiania, now Oslo, when he had proposed the expedition […]
Dr. E Michael Jones is highly recommended by our friends within the Catholic Church. In fact they tell me some of his books are free on libgen, whatever that is. I’ve included as a cover his only video I could find still up on YouTube, dispelling Schlomo’s genocidal slander of National Socialism and the German people but what we’re interested in here is his new book lampooning Schlomo’s Holocaust myth. As many of you know I was friends with the Zundel’s, Ingrid offered to finance me. That’s probably why they are both now dead. The Holocaust never happened and once you take it away Schlomo loses his license to fold, spindle and mutilate western civilization. In the interview I link to from the Sage of Quay about twenty-two minutes in Dr. Jones talks about how Schlomo has turned America into a “gay disco:” Sage of Quay® News: The Key to Saving Western Civilization (sageofquaynews.blogspot.com)
I took a long last drag from my cigarette and doused it in the receptacle by the front of the doors. It would be at least ten hours till the next one. I had two hours till takeoff, but I figured I better check in now considering what happened on my last flight out of Frankfurt in 2019. Orage had dropped me off at the airport at about one in the morning. The flight was at nine, so I made my way upstairs through the deserted airport and drank overpriced beer in front of an all-night McDonalds at a table in a German café across from it. At first it was just the barmaid, an attractive young fräulein who spoke little English, and I. But we were soon joined by a very strange man who hovered at the periphery of the cafe playing peekaboo behind the copious artificial plants demarcating its perimeter. Even though the temperature was in the mid-fifties outside, inside he was wearing a heavy winter snorkel coat with the hood pulled over his face. He had a shopping bag presumably to transport the days treasures he had found while foraging the airport. When I tried to take […]
Hi Jack & Orage, Here are the last 3 parts. I’m also including the link to the final compiled file. I’ve gone back over a few things, particularly at the beginning of the translation. I don’t know if I’ll do it again, it was pretty hard and exhausting. I’m off to crack open a cold beer and wish you all a great day! The Complete File : https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/kcrtm7bi9411m195xh5qn/La-Chevalerie-Amoureuse-Amorous-Chivalry.docx?rlkey=9llgn941es001r5tpufsl990l&dl=0 Part 7/8/9 : § 73. But ierne is above all a synonym of verne, from the Latin verna, feminine of vernus (a pun on Venus), “spring”, the season of flowers. Verna is therefore Flora and Laura by apocope, Petrarch’s Laure, the lover, the courtesan, because verna conceals verrina, the naughty girl, the secret grid or tongue, from grullos, “pig”. This is where the expression “to play a dirty trick” comes from (pig’s trick in French). Verna also refers to a garden where flowers are grown. In the Middle Ages, houses of pleasure were – according to history – called “champs-florys”, as we can see in the old texts and, in Provençal troubadouresque, “camps de flours”. These were Flora’s paradises, the courts of love, the Lodges of Massenia, of the Holy Grail, which have been confused with public houses. Boccaccio, in his Decameron (theka-êmerion, […]
This is a Fairy tale, in the truest sense, a Faerie story. Thus: Once upon a time There is a valley in central Tibet, where folklore would have it, a giant burst out of a mountain chasing a woman. The story goes, she had stolen his magic snake, or serpent creature. The giant was enormous, and his footsteps at a running pace were a mile or more apart. He was so angry at being dupped by this woman that he crushed her into the ground under his giant foot when he eventually caught up with her. But in his haste, he also crushed the magic reptile, in doing so, he disappeared, or, was reduced to dust, never to be seen again. In this same valley, it is said, a horde of giants were caught invading from the east, (China?) A ray (sun light?) was focused upon them, and they were instantly turned to stone. Their remains are still there, as weathered rock at the eastern end of the valley. As crazy as this story sounds, if you fly over this valley at the right hight, you can see a large gash in a mountainside, followed by two giant indentations in […]
https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/djgr128rz4iw4snho7618/La-Chevalerie-Amoureuse-Pierre-Dujols-de-Valois-49-60.docx?rlkey=imgog0nhwrgv0s75dnqi1sp7u&dl=0 § 49. Mistral was accused of separatism; it was not the regionalist snake that lurked beneath these flowers, but the apocalyptic dragon, the Albigensian Tarasque. But, like Alighieri, Mistral was playing a comedy. When he was asked where he had got the word ‘félibrige’, which he used to baptise the renaissance of Provençal poetry, he never wanted to say, even though he knew absolutely. With concealed ingenuity, he took refuge behind a joke and said that he had picked up the word for its picturesque quality from an old hymn sung by his mother – unknown in the region – which spoke of the ‘Seven Félibres of the Law’. He even recited a timely stanza for the occasion. It’s not hard to recognise in it the seven troubadours who promulgated the Laws of Love and who had no place in a Catholic hymn. § 50. And it would be on this vague, obscure word, without precise consistency, that the renewal of southern poetics would have been founded. Mistral and Mathieu, who had been indoctrinated by Roumanille and taught at Dupuy’s Provençal school, formed a small group who had studied good Greek and Latin literature, and they knew perfectly well […]
§ 11 The writings of the humanists are full of surprises. What is a humanist? Convention has it that ahumanist is a man versed in the knowledge of ancient languages, which is superficially correct. But thiskind word conceals, beneath a smile, the finest irony. A humanist, from the Latinhumanus, is not only apoliceman, but also a politician:umên-istêsis also a singer of love, a trouvère. The links betweentroubadourism and Platonism are undeniable. The Greekplastônikoscharacterises an inventor, a finder(trouvère)and a mystifier. Platonic love is therefore one and the same with chivalric love, namelyjobelin, fromkobalein, “to deceive” or “deception”. Love,emmor(readamor), frommenuô, isenvelopment, seduction.“Qui ne sait celer*ne sait aimer” (“Whoever does not know how tosealdoesnot know how to love”), say the Arrests d’amour § 13. Let us now go back a few centuries and recall the troubling quarrel of Father Jean Hardouin, a renowned professor at the Collège de Clermont (now Louis le Grand), who argued that the poems of Virgil and Horace were false. Nowadays, revelations of this kind go unnoticed or unappreciated: the mind is elsewhere. But it was a tempestuous time, and opinion was divided into two bellicose camps; the camp of the bold Jesuit included prominent figures in the Church […]
Our server isn’t really equipped for podcasts, any trouble with the audio go to our Substack site: Twin Peaks the Return, episode 5 & 6 (substack.com) in a phone call from their car Gene and Jake, her hit men, report to Lorraine, presumably the woman Duncan gave the job too, that they are thus far unable to assassinate Dougie Jones. Frustrated, she tells them they are going to get her killed and sends a message to her contact “ARGENT.” At the morgue Talbot, Macklay and Harrison stand over the headless corpse of the as of yet unidentified Major Briggs. Talbot tells them that her autopsy shows the man hadn’t eaten for days but he did have a ring in his stomach. She shows them a wedding band and on it is an inscription that reads; “To Dougie, with love, Janey-E.” Season 3, episode 5; 4:00–5:00. Evil Cooper looks in the mirror of his prison cell and sees BOB’s features start to materialize on his face and says “you’re still with me, that’s good.” – Season 3, episode 5; 7:00. Dougie’s car is now being targeted by car thieves. Anthony Sinclair tells Cooper that he’s covered for Dougie’s absence and during the meeting, as Sinclair presents a report Cooper sees a green […]