Rat Nests

Forty years ago I lived and worked on a farm. One late autumn evening K. invited me to participate in an attack on the barn. He put two cartridges in his shotgun and we walked as quietly as we could across the yard. On a signal, I threw open the barn door and nipped inside to switch on the light. Rats fled in all directions. I caught a glimpse of the legendary Chester. He really was as big as a well-fed domestic cat. Two explosions had no effect whatsoever on the rat population. Sometime later, during the day, I found a rat that had fallen into an empty oil drum. I felt obliged to dispose of the enemy. He didn’t give up his life easily.

I dread to think what the carnage would have been like in Idlib if Syrian and Russian forces had entered the city to clear out the nest of terrorists. Estimates are that there are between 10,000 and 100,000 human rats there that must be removed if the sovereign nation is to resume its formerly peaceful existence. President Trump warned Syria and Russia not to attack the city, giving the impression that he cared for the civilians who would be caught up in the fighting. He doesn’t, of course, care about the slaughter of women, children and old men. (See Gaza and Yemen where his “friends” have committed war crimes routinely and show no inclination of stopping.)

Presidents al-Assad and Putin heeded the warning though, and with their Turkish counterpart Erdogan came up with a plan to create a demilitarized zone around the centre of Idlib city which would be slowly but steadily cleared of terrorists. The idea was, I think,  to clear this rats’ nest by October without a shot being fired and a single civilian killed.

I’m sure shots continue to be fired. There is nothing an Islamic terrorist enjoys more than brutalizing civilians. They are not going to give up easily. If one tunes into the UK’s propaganda media, all is currently quiet in Syria.

The FUKUS and Israeli Warhawks didn’t like the Putin-Erdogan plan and within hours launched an attack on Syria that resulted in the destruction of an Il-20 reconnaissance plane and its complement of fifteen Russian servicemen. That, like the Trump warning, brought an unexpected response from Putin. I will possibly give my thoughts about that tomorrow.

If President Trump has any sense he will listen to what Senator Richard Black had to say to Alex Christoforou on The Duran recently.

It’s A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World

The top story on Radio Five Live’s Breakfast Program this morning was the UK regime’s plan to ban the sale of Energy Drinks to children because they contain such large amounts of sugar and caffeine. (Yesterday’s top story was about the shockingly large numbers of young Brits who self-harm.) A little further down the running order – Should you take time off work if your pet dies? I missed this discussion so I can’t tell you what the consensus was.

I may also have missed the news that Syrian and Russian forces are almost ready to launch their attack on Idlib Province – to remove the western supported terrorists of  Al Qaeda, Isis/Isil. Jaysh al Islam etc. (Not to mention those lovely White Helmets who buried children alive so that they could video them being miraculously rescued.) It seems “highly likely” that Sergei Lavrov has warned France, the UK, and the US not to interfere with the clearance of the West’s proxy army from Syrian territory. The expected False Flag chemical attack in Idlib, being planned and facilitated in part by the UK regime’s MI6, is clearly no longer necessary. The psychopaths of NATO (and Israel) can begin their longed-for war any hour now. No excuse required.

There will be blood. Lots of it.

My lovely trip out to Flamborough this morning, (thanks Richard), may be my last for a while. Who knows?

Politician

Hey now baby, get into my big black car

I wanna just show you what my politics are.

Poilitical man and I practice what I preach

So don’t deny me baby not while you’re in my reach.

Lyrics: Jack Bruce, Pete Brown © Sony/ATV Music Publishing Ltd.

In a recent online conversation, Gerald Celente encouraged Jason Liosatos to look up the definition of ‘politician’. I’m not sure which source Jason chose but a couple of definitions apposite to this post are:-

A person who uses public office to advance personal or partisan interests (Webster’s College Dictionary).

A person who engages in politics out of a wish for personal gain, as realized by holding a public office (Collins English Dictionary).

See more at The Free Dictionary.

Melanie Shaw is currently being held in HMP Styal. It isn’t clear why she was locked up initially. She was a victim of sexual abuse at Beechwood Children’s Home in Nottinghamshire and she “blew the whistle”. One of her alleged abusers, as yet unnamed, was a well-known politician. Melanie’s maltreatment in prison now, amounting to torture, is clearly intended to silence her. The police, judiciary, and Conservative Party in “government” are all complicit in this attempt to cover up crimes against vulnerable children in care. UK Column has been reporting on Melanie’s case for at least four years. Their daily News items covering her appearance in court earlier this week are on YouTube but here is a link to a June 2018 report re-uploaded by GeeGee Tee.

A few days ago the American regime announced further sanctions against the Russian Federation for attempting to murder Sergei and Yulia Skripal in Salisbury. The Skripals survived the attack upon them. Children on a school bus in Yemen a couple of days ago were not so lucky.

I haven’t heard any British politicians speaking out against what was done to the Yemeni children (because most of them support the war), or against the vile treatment of Melanie Shaw and thousands of other children (because they are, it appears, guilty by association).

Military Men

There are more than a dozen variants of the GWYNNE coat of arms but most have the “trademark” two swords with a third held aloft below the hilt. The motto of the Trecastle branch is Gogoniant yr clethaf (glory to the sword).

As mentioned yesterday, at least two “unrelated” GWYNNE lines joined genetic forces with another. I haven’t looked too closely to see if one branch was particularly warlike but quite a few Gwynne chaps took the monarch’s shilling and most served in the higher ranks. I have only found one so far that died by the sword – Roderick Thynne Sackville GWYNNE, remembered on a family grave in Filey, but buried in Merville Communal Cemetery in France.

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Roderick’s life was wasted in the second of two futile attacks near the Aubers Ridge in the Spring of 1915. Accounts of the first mention Bois Grenier, (a village, not a wood), and it took place near Neuve-Chapelle between Wednesday 10th and Saturday 13th March.  A second source, on the Imperial War Museum website, states that he was…

Fatally wounded in a night attack on a German position at Touquet on Sunday morning. When brought to the first aid post, he insisted on his men being attended to first.

Roderick was taken with many other casualties to the hospital at Merville, about twelve miles away, where he died of his wounds almost two weeks later.

By the evening of [Saturday] 9 May the situation was far from promising for the Allies: the groups of soldiers who had managed to reach the German front line were totally isolated and exposed to enemy fire. The chaos on the roads to the front and the communication trenches was such that any thought of relaunching the attack at sundown was abandoned by Haig.

During the night the soldiers established on the German lines (200 to 300 men in all) undertook a perilous retreat across no man’s land.

By the morning of 10 May all hopes of renewing the attack were abandoned because of a lack of shells and, above all, because of the huge numbers of casualties (it took three days to transfer the wounded of 9 May to the field ambulances on the second line). In one single day of fighting the British Army had lost 11,000 men (dead, wounded and lost in action) which was, in relative terms, one of the highest casualty rates of the Great War, in particular for officers.

Yves Le Maner, The Battle of Aubers Ridge

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     Roderick Thynne       Sackville GWYNNE   ©IWM (HU 115590)

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And to his eldest son, RODERICK THYNNE SACKVILLE GWYNNE, 2ND Lieut. K.O.Y.L.I. Born Sept 16th 1893, died of wounds, May 23rd 1915. Buried at Merville (Nord) France.

It is surprising that young Roderick was described in his CWGC Index entry as the son of “late Maj. Roderick Edmund Howe Gwynne”.  The “Major” died on 23 May 1922 at the family home in Southdene. (Roderick the Elder is only a Captain on the gravestone.)

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Sacred to the Memory of RODERICK EDMUND HOWE GWYNNE, Capt. R.W.F., of Breconshire, born Decr. 16th 1858, died May 23rd 1922.

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13, Southdene, Filey, 18 May 2018

Among other Fighting Gwynnes (in no particular order):-

James Hugh born February 1863 (FST: LBR2-STT), Lieut. South Wales Borderers, regular commission 1 Royal Welch Fusiliers, Burmese Expedition 1885-86. Shot in the knee at Yatha. Awarded India General Service Medal and clasp. Second clasp in the Hazara Expedition. Occupation of Crete with 2 RWF 1897-8. China Medal with clasp for the Relief of Pekin.  Reached the rank of substantive Major in 1903; retired August 1906. Died March 1910 as a result of a hunting accident with Bexhill Harriers.

Nadolig Ximenes born 25 December 1832 (MTRS-S1T), 53rd and 85th Regiments, Shropshire Light Infantry, served in the Afghan War and in Sudan; Major-General.

John born 1780, Lieutenant, 14th Dragoons, Peninsular War.

Frederick Ximenes (MTR3-6CX), Colonel, Breconshire Volunteers.

Sackville Henry Frederick born 1778 (MTR3-XGN), Lieut.-Colonel Commandant 1st Carmarthenshire Militia.

Two Graces

The Beasts from the East earlier this year wrecked the Bay beaches. They may recover eventually but powerful storms can be expected any year now in this era of Extreme Weather Events, not once every hundred years. I thought I’d walk to Reighton Sands this morning to photograph the beach, for comparison with Today’s Image.

There was a strong breeze from the south but it had teeth – unwelcome after recent hot days. I was warmed, though, by the love for passing strangers offered by Gracie on Hunmanby Sands. (I’m not sure where Muston Sands end and Hunmanby’s begin; this heart was near the track up to The Bay Holiday Village.)

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I was reminded of another Grace, who makes short videos that EVERYONE should watch. Here is a couple that should be trending right now, on Iran and Israel.

Thinking of Iran brought back memories of Persian music that a commenter on a previous blog brought to my attention.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe 2015 photo was taken in the early afternoon, at a time when, today, the waves would be lapping near the base of the clay cliffs. I didn’t attempt to make today ’s picture an exact compositional match but if you look for the remnant of Second World War defense with a hole through it you can “get a fix”. Today’s human element would be at the very bottom of the frame (left).  The concrete blocks are clearly bulkier now, giving some idea of how much golden sand has been scoured away. Looking north from this viewpoint, the beach is much stonier. I chatted for a while with a chap walking his two dogs, a black lab called Sophie and a dachshund. He has known the beach for forty years and never seen it in such a state.

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Meanwhile, in the Middle East… The mainstream media in the UK, and in the USA I think, is not reporting the full extent of Israel’s aggression against Syria. And anything the MSM does say is framed in the lie that “Israel is defending itself against an Iranian attack”. This is already “old news” – Escalation in Syria.

Vladimir’s Big Day

I watched the inauguration of President Putin yesterday morning, “live” on RT. Fascinating. I was particularly engaged by the soldiers’ uniforms and the choreographed movements of the ceremonial – and the stunning Kremlin interiors.

In my early teens, in the early 60s, I watched Ballad of a Soldier (dir. Grigori Chukhrai) on our small screen black and white TV. I was very impressionable. Heroism, romance, tragedy, loss – and the wonderful strangeness of the Russian tongue. I wasn’t at all surprised to be moved by the singing of the National Anthem yesterday.

As I write this, the news is breaking that the Israeli military has ordered the unlocking of bomb shelters in the area of the Golan Heights, having detected “irregular activity” of Iranian forces in Syria. POTUS has just announced American withdrawal from the “Iran Deal”.

Israel appears to want America to fight its battle with Iran, hoping to benefit territorially when the conflict ends. I expect Netanyahu will be surprised if, fingers crossed, President Trump doesn’t oblige.

There are no certainties these days, other than those old standbys, death and taxes. Although his seemingly erratic behavior may suggest otherwise, I don’t think President Trump wants a war with Iran, Russia and, perhaps China. President Putin, laughably labeled an aggressor for the past several years, has been calling for dialogue and cooperation with “the West” – and turning the other cheek to each rejection, libel, and slander.

On my daily walks, I have met several “ordinary people” in Filey who reckon the two Presidents may have a pleasant surprise in store for us. We can but hope. A future determined by globalists is a bleak one. A New Silk Road Alliance led by a swamp-drained America, India, Russian Federation and China seems more hopeful. Something worth fighting for?