When you listen to an intelligent articulate man like John Brenna and then listen to the coarse language that Trump deploys you wonder how the hell such an ignorant, stupid, obnoxious man ever got himself elected as President of the USA, not once but twice! There has to be a million other Americans who are better equipped to do that job. How did Americans elect this dangerous fascist lunatic?
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Dear Noddy
The letter arrived through my letter box. I picked it up and could immediately see that it was addressed to someone else but I opened it anyway.
Dear Noddy,
Please warn Big Ears that I’m going to nuke London.
That’ll teach you limey’s not to help me bomb the hell out of Iran in my big beautiful war. (which we’ve won by the way! We didn’t need you!)
Donald J Trump
‘Bloody Hell!’ I thought. ‘Why’s that come to me?’
Then I noticed that Hegseth had been charged with sending it to Noddy.
‘Phew,’ I thought, ‘nuking the whole of London just cos we didn’t join n with his ill-thought-through mess. That didn’t seem fair. Maybe if he’d told us first and involved us instead of simply going gung-ho.’
What to do now? I went on the internet to see if I could find Big Ear’s address so I could redirect it and send it on to him.
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Not Good and not Pretty!
Not Good and not Pretty!
Blood on the seat
Blood in the snow
Lies in the air
From those in the know
First it was good
Then it was pretty
Murderous thugs
In the heart of the city
Ended with bullets
From the hands of a goon
Lies from the White House
Who soon changed their tune
The truth was recorded
On many a phone
The lies seen through
Cut right to the bone
Renee Good
Alex Pretti
Murdered by thugs
Without any pity
Opher 2.4.2026
I still find it hard to believe that people can be murdered in plain sight carrying out Trump’s orders and there’s not a hint of culpability or legal repercussions.
If you are filmed shooting unarmed people in the face on camera surely you should be arrested and tried?
Is he looking for an excuse??
All along it seems like Trump is really siding with Russia.
He likes Putin, Xi, Lukashenko, Kim Jung Un, Oban, Netanyahu and Bolsonaro because he sees them as strong, controlling their people with a rod of iron, secret police, torture chambers and fear. That’s the kind of leader h would like to be. He likes Dictators. That’s what he’s doing with ICE and dismantling democracy in the USA.
He doesn’t respect the rest of Europe and the world because he sees democracy is weakness.
He really thinks that people in general are scum. They are gullible minions to be lied to and abused and should grovel and know their place. The only people who are worthwhile are the billionaire elite. They are worthy.
So, without telling allies, using only the combined intelligence of the inept sycophantic incompetents he has surrounded himself with (and the war criminal Netanyahu), based on some narcissistic gut feeling, Trump cooks up a plan. He is going to blow the hell out of Iran, blow them back to the stone age and get a regime change.
Just like in Korea, Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan they kill lots of people and blow all the military to bits. But they have no plan other than bomb the place. In the course of which they kills thousands of ordinary people and turn the population against them. There is no plan about how to achieve change, topple the regime or finish the war and it all starts going horribly wrong.
Having started it without a plan or real end point and exit strategy they then expect their allies (who he has roundly insulted and belittled) to support this stupid folly.
When the allies (who have far better understanding of the enormity of the task and difficulties involved) decline to become embroiled in a hugely expensive and futile campaign he turns on them.
Instead of a simple black and white scenario, wade in blow things up, they surrender and a new regime comes in – it’s a messy, hugely expensive war. Instead of rolling over the regime starts blowing up oil refineries, tankers and military bases all over the region. It’s mayhem. They hold the straits and hold the world to ransom. Cost fly sky high and the regime holds all the cards (precisely why the allies did not want to get involved and would not have done it). But you can’t tell the class bully anything can you?
So Trump releases sanctions on Russia, disbands NATO and attacks allies.
Isn’t that what he always wanted? He’s been supporting Putin and Russia all along and undermining NATO, the USA and the whole western alliance.
He’s a Russian stooge isn’t he? That’s why Russia helped get him elected!
If he had involved allies from the beginning…
Put together a good plan (with objectives and well-thought through strategy, aims and exit plan), coordinated with allies, that might have worked…
If he hadn’t been rude and abusive to allies….
You get what you voted for – an ignorant, rude, coarse, vulgar, uneducated narcissist with megalomaniac qualities who surrounds himself with stupid, inept, uneducated sycophants.
No wonder everything goes wrong! You’ve put a decrepit conman in charge! (But he has made himself $5 billion dollars so far (while putting trillions on the national debt)).
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The Cleansing – 47 – Chapter 25 (continued)
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Collaboration between Aliens and humans:
Ron watched the interview with mixed feelings. The coldness of her abduction might well fuel the fears of the protestors but overall the tone felt reassuring. The abducted were beginning to return. While their abductions had been terrifying the process they had been put through did not sound too gruesome and the end result seemed satisfactory, even positive.
Gillian, the cold-hearted vulture capitalist, was no longer following a trajectory that brought her great wealth, albeit at a great emotional cost, and was going to follow a more positive, rewarding career. That felt like a positive outcome.
According to Gillian and her husband she was still much the same as she had been except more empathetic and compassionate. She was a vindication of the rehabilitation process.
Surely the protestors would see that as a positive outcome? Surely they were not in favour of asset stripping leeches who left such misery and despair in their wake?
There was no way of telling. There did not appear to be any rationality behind the protests. It was all high-octane emotion. All Ron could hope for was that the return of the rehabilitated took the wind out of all those conspiracy theories. The abducted weren’t dead of brainwashed. That had to be good.
A flicker of hope raised its head.
The ‘Freedom March’ had its epicentre at Trafalgar Square. People were bussed in from all over Britain and flew in from all over the world. It was estimated that over two million attended the protest. They marched along all the arteries converging on the square carrying their banners, waving placards, with loudhailers leading the chanting:
‘Out Dragons Out!
‘Out Dragons Out’.
Within a short while the square was packed. Then all the roads leading to the square were clogged. London was brought to a seething halt.
Boisterous, noisy and angry, but not violent. The stewards vainly attempted to corral the crowds and the huge police presence provided a huge restraining force. The atmosphere remained charged.
Ron and Chameakegra sat in Ron’s office in New York, watching the mass protest with mounting anxiety. They had done everything they could. There had been no way of banning the protest. The groundswell had been too great. They relied on containing it. Every measure had been taken; every single body they could muster was there. But with two million people the outcome was not predictable. Chameakegra had urged Grrndakegra to keep all aliens out of sight. She had not wanted their presence inflaming the situation. Grrndakegra had readily agreed but informed her that his forces would be poised. If things kicked off they were prepared to go in and sort things out. Violence would not be tolerated and aggressive Hydrans would soon find that out.
Chameakegra did not like the sound of that but this was under Grrndakegra’s jurisdiction. All she could do was watch.
Grrndakegra chose to watch events from the Quorma where she seated herself down for a ringside view and could direct operations. She did not invite Chameakegra to join her so she settled herself nervously on the Neff.
The mass of people were crushed into the square looking towards the giant screens that had been erected, waiting for Billy to deliver his words.
All seemed to be going well right up until the missiles started flying. Little groups of protestors seemed to spring up among the crowds, all dressed in similar balaclavas, and flinging what looked like darts into the crowd. It sparked panic. There were people with darts stuck through their skulls, one with a dart in the eye. What was an orderly crowd rapidly decayed into a hysterical mob. People were crushed as the crowd tried to escape the missiles, pushing shoving, screaming. Then windows started going in. Once the fire had been lit the flames spread like crazy. Fear fed anger, anger transformed into fury and fury looked for a suitable target. The police tried to stem the riot but were soon overwhelmed. Blood-splattered people, frantic to escape, trampled others who had fallen to the ground. Carnage reigned.
The graphic scenes of violence and rampage were relayed to Ron and Chameakegra as police battled with inflamed rioters while first aiders tried to deal with the injured and ambulances carted off the crushed and beaten. Pepper spray hung in the air, glass was strewn over pavements and angry mobs, not knowing what had caused the disturbances hurled abuse and venom at the authorities.
This was the mayhem that Ron and Chameakegra had most feared.
Grrndakegra watched from the Quorma with a grim satisfaction. Even better than Clacton. Anyone would have thought this had all been planned. She sent the order for the Giforian ‘peace keepers’ to go in. Things were about to get a whole lot worse when the fearsome looking Giforians and Drefs started wading in.
Beheggakegri received the visual reports.
A great elation welled up inside him as the insipient frustration receded. He felt his appetite returning. He might not need to call upon that Ollyx Ce Frolli after all. That was a relief.
Grrndakegra had excelled herself. Time for another showdown with the committee. He stuffed a few dainties into his buccal cavity. Perhaps the committee could wait a little while longer. It was so pleasant to bask in the tranquillity of success. Besides, it would allow those Hydran scenes to fester in their crops. Beheggakegri felt elated. He settled back to rerun the tridee reports – stupid inflamed Hydrans hurling themselves at police, properties on fire and valiant Giforians plucking violent Hydrans from the rioting crowds. Gore, glass, missiles, debris and fury. Sure made for compulsive viewing.
So much for intelligence and responsible citizens looking to take their place in the Federation. Everyone could see these feral space vermin for what they were – hopelessly vile demented apes – beyond all hope of redemption.
He helped himself to another tumbler of synth and waved for Limo to keep producing the dainties. No need to send this round to the committee members. They already had their links. Just sit back and savour the fall of drangling Commander Chameakegra.
Let the committee contact him and request they reconvene.
He was loving this. This would completely vindicate him and cement his power.