FEDIT POLITICS Thread

I know this sounds tired or even trite to most of you but this stuff is not shocking from a biblical prophecy perspective. Sooner or later folks gonna start to realize why we have terms like 'visionary' in our lexicon for filmmakers. People in the past would see the 'writing on the wall' (itself a metaphor from a vision that became an actual historical event) and use their knowledge of the past, of history and literature and having the gift of being a visionary use their abilities to see what the most logical outcome of a current situation would end up being. And because they did not have all of the input that we have today to clog our minds they could output a tremendous amount of vivid data about the future. Abilities so strong they could only be fueled by the stroke of inspiration. Like the inspiration, you get when you look at your newborn daughter and want to be a better man for instance. Or observe the love of your wife and can resist the absolutely natural but temporary and animalistic urge to keep sowing your oats. That is due to inspiration too. But different people have different gifts.

Old man Ronny knew it, before he went senile. Dude lost touch at the end and went from trusting the old prophets to bringing in new age mediums and witches to guide him.

Magog are the descendants of Scythian/Mongol/Hun hordes in the area of greater Russia/Eastern Europe, the old Steppes peoples, all the way to the wall of China.
Nephews and brothers of Magog include the Togarmah which are TurcoArmenians, Meshek which are Muscovites, ubalcain which are the eastern European ibero/slavs around the Caucasus and the Gommerian black sea pirates who became Viking and Germanic barbarians.

The other group are descendants of the Egyptians.
Cush are the people in south/east egypt of the past, now east africa. Th went all the way to the mountains of asia and became the Kush. I have had lots of dealings with the Kush
Phut is Libya and the rest of the environs of ancient northwestern egyptian holdings.
Back in time Egypt also controlled the lands of Dedan and Sheba which are South and North Arabia. And Tarshish which is Syrio/Palestine and the old coastal lands of the Phoenicians.

And between these two massive groups lie the Persians who unite this old family. as they came out of Egypt first and followed the rivers up the mountains to the Iranian plate from where they ruled the first empire of the world.

Over the course of time these lands have been the enemies of freedom. And in the end they will all gang up again under a prince, aka a Tsar who they will all follow against their common enemy.
And guess what, for the first time since days gone by these groups are all but united.

Communist/Socialist are united with Barbarian/Anarchist who are untied with Islamo/Fascists under a single Monarch from the northernmost reaches of Hell.
Hell is Fire trapped under Ice.
The visionary calls that monarch Gog. Who is the same as Gad-Ra-El.
Gad is Roof/Wall/Rampart of a Castle/Tower/Fortress. Ra is All Seeing/Knowing but in its most evil way (think Saurons eye or better yet Espionage/Surveillance). El is Mighty, Powerful, Godly in terms of a force.

In other words... the Enemy that walks the earth.




I should get back to processing these orders.
But I will leave you with a joke.
What did the warehouse worker tell his paper-pushing buddy from the front office who always came in to talk about the next crate of goods to be shipped but instead took up a bunch of his time waxing philosophically over some ancient matter of supposed prescient importance but never finished his original point about?
So, crates... you were saying something about crates?

 

Buy Iodine.
Lots and lots of Iodine.
If you have money, use it to buy things that are worth more than money.
Diablo, this is WW3. This is bad news. They pushed Trumps hand. Trump has a gun to his head and reading from a script.
They got to his lawyer with that raid.
They found the smoking gun. That smoking gun is at his temple.
This is what I feared with Trump. He will always make a deal to save himself.

My dog disappeared today.
Nobody was home all day. He was there when I left this morning.
He was there when my wife and mom and uncle left an hour later.
There is no way my dogs can get out of the gate. One dog is here, the young strong dog.
The old double blind dog is gone. It is impossible for him to go anywhere, even when I let him out he just bumps into a few things and slowly makes his way back in. I have been out looking for him all night and cant find him anywhere. My other dog looked for him with me and could not pick up his scent.
I called my wife from work and asked her to go buy dog food, she said we were fully stocked and asked me why I was asking her to buy dog food. I did not know why.
Last night as she was going to bed I told her an old children story that I wrote many years ago.
About a boy and his dog.
A stranded boy, washed ashore on a beach with no inhabitants.
Attacked by wild beasts the boy scout scares them off by making fire.
After days of starving the boy finds sheep being killed by a pack of wild dogs.
The boy scares away the wild dogs who turn on him by showing him his fire.
He saves the last sheep and gets mauled a little bit in the process.
But he is starving and the sheep has a broken leg and cant walk.
The boy is a boy, he tries to carry the sheep but is too weak to carry it.
So he stays with the sheep and creates a big fire to keep the wolves at bay.
The wild beasts circle around the fire hungry for the boy and the sheep.
The boy is trapped. The sheep is crying.
The boy sacrifices the sheep and he eats.
He makes a huge holocaust.
The wild beasts turn around and flee.
There is no more sheep crying and they fear the boy.
The boy falls asleep by the fire.
In the middle of the night he awakes to a noise.
There is a wild dog tugging at the bbq sheep left at the pit.
This dog has risked her life to get a piece of meat.
Dared to come upon the sleeping giant with the pit of fire.
She is scarred up, hair singed off, has a broken leg and chunks missing from her hide.
The boy wakes up and grabs a fiery bone to scare the dog.
The dog recoils and saunters off.
But she carries away with her a rib bone.
And eats that rib.
In the morning the boy wakes up and the dog is still there.
She is coiled up sleeping on the other side of the fire pit.
With the rib bone under her paws.
Out of instinct the boy yells at the dog to go.
But she keeps coming back.
And so the boy goes about his business and with his belly full starts to survey the island.
He finds fruits and some veggies.
He finds a bubbling brook to drink from.
The dog follows along from afar.
The boy goes from chasing the dog away to being chased by the dog.
But in a good way.
He goes from screaming at the dog to go to yelling at the dog to come here girl.
The boy has never seen these plants, these fruits, the veggies so he starts to name them after how they look or taste or whatever.
The only soul to hear him name them is that black dog with him.
And he obviously notices the insects and the birds and all the woodland critters that start coming out after the storm.
The boy arrived on the island during a wild storm.
He actually barely remembers anything from before waking up on the shore.
But now that the day is clear and the wild beasts are gone and the storm is over and he has somebody to talk to and he has named the animals and the vegetables and the critters and the fruits he starts to remember something. The last thing he saw before passing out.
His father drenched in oil kissing him on the forehead and throwing him out into the ocean with nothing more than floaties on his arms as a lifesaver.
The ship had been hit by lightning.
And as the boy floated to shore the burning ship exploded into a fireball.
Just like in the movies the explosion blasted the boy and knocked him out as he hit the water.
What the boy never remembered was that the family dog was on the boat too.
And it jumped after the boy.
By instinct.
Like as if her fur was on fire.
There was more to the story.
But by then my wife was past nodding off.
I asked her today if she remembered the story about a boy and his dog.
She said "what dog"?

 

Do we take the kremlin seriously at all?
A month ago Putin said in a meeting of the world press that the west was putting the world on course towards WW3.
He implored them to tell the people of their countries that they need to be worried about what their governments are doing.
That they are funding Islamic terrorists. That they are arming terrorists. That they are providing them cover, shelter, and protection.
Our media buried all of that. They buried the warnings from Putin that if the US, Europe and the UK continued down this path that WW3 was inevitable.
The leader of a country that has the most nukes, the most land, and tons of living souls saying these things should be news.
In the past if the PM of the Soviet Union would have said something similar it would have been all over the news and we would have been paying attention.
We are all asleep at the wheel. We have a VR screen instead of a car windshield.

And my dog is still missing.
The gate locked.
No blood anywhere he was not attacked.
He went missing in broad daylight.
And he is blind.
When we let him out he only ambulates a for 30 feet at most before turning back.
Usually bumps into a bush and turns around.
My mom is really sad.
She got dressed to go to church but ended up not going.
Our throats are hoarse from all the calling out to the dog.
Did the pet rapture happen or something?
I need to rewatch all dogs go to heaven.

 

When people come to my house and ask me about my dog I say I dont want to talk about it.
Every time someone in the family starts voluntarily giving me their theory of what they think must have happened to my dog my eyes start to roll back and I look at them as if they are OJ Simpson talking about "if" they did it.
I have some nerve damage in my forearm/wrist from that one time he got crazy and bit me but I miss him a lil bit.
I do seem to be forging a closer relationship with the younger dog who has always been super skittish. He runs away from people if they try to pet him but now he likes to walk up to me. When I reach out my hand to pet him he still gets skittish but does not run away. He acts like he is going to run away but as soon as he feels my hand hover over him a bit he lies down in an almost subservient way. Sometimes he does still run over to his house but its huge progress for the kid.
He has no other dog to play with anymore, just me.

 

BKD: WW3 is coming soon. Good?
RuBE: WTH?

 

Israel bombs Iran base in Damascus with Iranian soldiers, relief workers, and diplomats.
Possibly a few Russians and allies too.
Iran bombs Israel.
US bombs Iran.
Russia bombs US.
US destroys Russia and key key cities.
Some key newer allies betray us.
China plays both sides.
The entire world bombs the US.
The US unleashes its own 'suicide bomber' post-nuclear weapon.
The end.
For a millenium.
7th life begins.
It never ends.

 

What you are saying is completely wrong.
Its like saying you can go to a prostitute and not end up picking up some of whatever all the other johns put down.
Because that is how political alliances work.