During the course of human history, civilization has repeatedly collapsed. The first that I am aware of is the Late Bronze Age Collapse, roughly 3200 years ago, but it was by no means the last, and we appear to be walking right into the perfect storm to precipitate yet another, on a grander, world-wide scale.

A couple of things that civilizational collapses all seem to have in common are 1) over-centralization of control, and 2) over-extension of supply lines, what is now known of as "Globalism".

The over-centralization is usually exhibited as ridiculous centralization of governmental control structures (think "Rome" as the hub of the Roman Empire) and unwarranted centralization of financial structures (think "central banks"). This centralization of power structures leaves them vulnerable to a death blow. Consider the current centralization of political power in the US into Washington, DC. That leaves the entire nation vulnerable, as a nuke or two on DC would throw the entire country into disarray, like a chicken with it's head cut off. Don't think our enemies haven't noticed that.

Likewise the US financial structure - take the Federal Reserve (or any other Central bank you choose) out, and suddenly there would be no one to run the financial show - the entire economy would vaporize.

Over-extension of supply lines can produce disastrous cascade collapses that effect far more than just that supply line. Take out  just one "man in the middle" distribution point, or just one critical supply line, and watch how the carnage spreads from that single point into myriad other areas that became overly-dependent upon it - make gasoline and diesel unaffordable, and watch food prices rise out of control, even though none of us eat or drink petroleum products.

Putting all your eggs in one basket, and then putting that basket into the bull's eye far away from yourself still has a rippling effect that can collapse your own house.

We are witnessing, in our own day, yet another attempt by civilization to over-centralize control structures, and over-extend supply lines. They give it the pretty name of "Globalism" now, but make no mistake that the very central tenets of Globalism are the same damned things that have led to every other collapse of civilization in history.

Humans in general are stupid herd-beasts. As a matter of fact, calling humans "sheep" is, I believe, an insult to sheep. Will we ever learn from past mistakes? I doubt it - not as long as power can be centralized and a single person or group can seize that power for themselves. Humans are, not just stupid herd beasts, but also stupid herd beasts with a hankering for power over the other herd beasts, and control of them. So long as that is the case, civilizations will continue to collapse and have to start over from scratch.

When you add in "climate change" (which is always, and always has been changing), and other migratory pressures that cause one group to invade the territory of another group in search of cushier survival, you get a perfect storm that cascades into civilizational collapse - the "Sea Peoples" in the late bronze Age Collapse, the "Barbarians" in the collapse of the Roman Empire, and now the "migrants" from the Middle East currently invading Europe and the Hispanic "migrants" currently invading the US, are all examples of that phenomena. That ain't going to end well - it never has, NEVER, in all of human history.

The Late Bronze Age Collapse:



What we are seeing now is no different from what folks were seeing way back then. it's just a matter of time. While this video concentrates on the Mediterranean world and the Middle East, the migrations and collapse were not restricted to that area. For example, there is recorded in the ground evidence for a giant battle on the Tollense valley of Germany at the same time, fought with bronze weapons against stone and wooden weapons such as clubs. No one knows who the combatants were, or why, as history was not being recorded in Europe at that remote time. All we have are the remains of the dead and the weapons they killed one another with... but the timing is right to include the battle in this world-wide collapse of the original "Globalists".

ATTN Humanity: Learn from history or die. there is no third option. It may be that humanity really IS too dumb to live.

Globalism kills civilizations. We're next on the agenda.

"Too big to fail" = "too dumb to live".

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More childish behavior from a corporatist-fascist organization. Shocked! (Not)

Quote:World Economic Forum cancels Twitter, directs followers to Chinese social media apps

Prior to its upcoming conference in Davos next month, the World Economic Forum (WEF) appears to have joined the cancel campaign against Twitter, taking to recommending Chinese state-controlled social media apps to “follow along” with Davos Man into the future.

Quote:Zelensky announces he is planning to join World Economic Forum in Davos, to sign new "postwar loans" with BlackRock

"Volodymyr Zelenskyy and Larry Fink agreed to focus in the near term on coordinating the efforts of all potential investors and participants in the reconstruction of our country, channelling investment into the most relevant and impactful sectors of the Ukrainian economy," the post said.

Quote:Keeping up with the WEF - Davos 2023 in Jan: "Cooperation in a Fragmented World" by Dr. Robert Malone.

The topic for this year’s event:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vv6RJB3kak8


Exacto Bullet.  Found this.  Hope this works.

Precision guided bullet.

DAARPA

Sorry, can only post link,

Regards,

Bally

I expect they "China" will end up infecting the world once again. It will be interesting for those who are jabbed as I have serious doubts about the vaccine protecting anyone but let's hope for the best.

Oh and the good news is Chinese citizens starting on January 2, 2023 are free to travel outside the country. https://youtu.be/JXQIGh-4i14

Former Russian President New Year's prediction:

Quote: 1. Oil price will rise to $150 a barrel, and gas price will top $5.000 per 1.000 cubic meters

2. The UK will rejoin the EU

3. The EU will collapse after the UK’s return; Euro will drop out of use as the former EU currency

4. Poland and Hungary will occupy western regions of the formerly existing Ukraine

5. The Fourth Reich will be created, encompassing the territory of Germany and its satellites, i.e., Poland, the Baltic states, Czechia, Slovakia, the Kiev Republic, and other outcasts

6. War will break out between France and the Fourth Reich. Europe will be divided, Poland repartitioned in the process

7. Northern Ireland will separate from the UK and join the Republic of Ireland

8. Civil war will break out in the US, California. and Texas becoming independent states as a result. Texas and Mexico will form an allied state. Elon Musk’ll win the presidential election in a number of states which, after the new Civil War’s end, will have been given to the GOP.

9. All the largest stock markets and financial activity will leave the US and Europe and move to Asia

10. The Bretton Woods system of monetary management will collapse, leading to the IMF and World Bank crash. Euro and Dollar will stop circulating as the global reserve currencies. Digital fiat currencies will be actively used instead.

Season greetings to you all, Anglo-Saxon friends, and their happily oinking piglets!

https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/16074...06273.html

Quote:“Russia has the right to use nuclear weapons if necessary in predetermined cases. In strict accordance with the fundamentals of state policy in the field of nuclear deterrence". He added that this is "certainly not a bluff".

THE STANDEFORD JOURNAL

A very interesting short video on the current progress of A.I.

Does Anyone Else Feel Like Everything Has Changed?




If you watched the above vid, he referenced Ray Dalio. You'll definitely like this excellent history presentation in a nut shell on how the world order really works...

Principles for Dealing with the Changing World Order by Ray Dalio



Vid has ~26 million views & ~31,000 comments.

Quote:I believe the world is changing in big ways that haven’t happened before in our lifetimes but have many times in history, so I knew I needed to study past changes to understand what is happening now and help me to anticipate what is likely to happen.

I shared what I learned in my book, Principles for Dealing with the Changing World Order, and my hope is that this animation gives people an easy way to understand the key ideas from the book in a simple and entertaining way. In the first 18 minutes, you’ll get the gist of what drives the “Big Cycle” of rise and decline of nations through time and where we now are in that cycle. If you give me 20 minutes more to watch the whole thing, and I will show you how the big cycle worked across the last 500 years of history—and what the current world leading power, the United States, needs to do to remain strong.

Key Sections:
1:33 - How I Learned to Anticipate the Future by Studying the Past
8:00 - Changing Orders
11:38 - The Big Cycle
18:26 - 500 Years of Big Cycles
18:45 - The Rise
26:16 - The Top
32:01- The Decline
39:39 - The Future

The overnight snow seemed to have been reluctant to visit this part of the forest and standing here beside the mythical
place where my ancestors were supposed to have originated from, I mockingly wondered if all the weird supplements
of my grandfather's annual story had some merit. Zipping my waterproof jacket up fully, I would have to admit that a
coldness had -at least, made an effort to give the overgrown dell a feel of maleficent ambience.

I reckon I'd been ten years-old when I first heard the tale of old Hetty, an alleged soothsayer who foretold the success
of a small boy and how his future would benefit mankind. A great yarn, full of scary moments and a creepy woman who
lived in a well. A classic -some would say, that my Grandfather would deliver such a mouth-watering folktale with relish
at a time of year where the old meets the new. For myself, it was obvious -even back then, that the old man had carved
the uncanny narrative to hint that such service could be connected to my destiny too, if I embraced its meaning.

Surveying the the tangles of blackberry bushes, twisting bellbinds and moss-covered boulders, my mind creeps back to
those Christmas afternoons before the big feast when the toothless father-of-my-father would render his version of how
we came to be. I can remember him now and the scene of of his telling is so formulaic that it sometimes makes me
wonder if I have performed the same act as that long-dead man had and contorted reality to make my memory more
conducive to a listener, I too would be viewed as an off-the-wall character.
Not that I've ever gave the legend any utterance to anyone until now.

There he'd hold sway, hunched over in his armchair beside a blazing fire, the ninety-year-old would stare balefully at
the little lad at his feet and administering dollops of wide-eyed boggle of transcendent magic and boorish intimation
of organised-powers that exist beyond some mysterious veil.

As the faint sonance of clattering pots and pans performed in the busy kitchen and my parents chirped small worries
about gravy density to each other, a grizzled old man who could fart with the best of them would whisper idioms of
astoundment to his grandchild and a with hope that a special kind of baton would be passed across time once more.

The bones of the family lore had been simple as all tales should be. A coarse-speaking crone had visited one of my
predecessors and for the price of a meal, forecast his future before disappearing into a hole in the ground. Now at
that very location, I must confess that it was a grand supernumerary of dark innuendo that all good yarns need when
told to a child swimming in make-believe and certainly matched the disorderly herbage of where I currently stood.

I'm getting towards half-a-century old now and maybe this is that imaginary crossroad where I cry out for my time
back and mourn the years of my youth or just trudge onwards to more thinning of my pate and accepting the alarm
bells in my joints. Midlife crisis...? If standing alone amongst punky-smelling verdure and snaking vines that wish to
snag an invader of their suppressed haven is an indicator, then yes... that would rationally explain why I'm here.

But quickly on the heels of this ascetic reflection, I mentally stumble on by reminding myself that my current bearing
stems simply from my Grandfather's story and whether the cold afternoon finds me staring down into the darkness of
a borehole and realising that the past should just remain there and the future is more important, then maybe I can hold
a branding-iron to sear the truth onto my Grandfather's words or cauterise the mark he'd made and move on.

Now standing before the decaying watering-hole where Wicked Hetty supposedly departed from the boy of the story,
a more-melodramatic person than myself may pose I was awaiting such a verdict.
..........................................

"Yer' shouldn't be buggerin' about here me-lad, it's a dangerous place..." the woman said as she adjusted a bundle
of sticks beneath her arm. "...Ah've heard some say it's a haunted address too" she added and pulled the hood of her
coat down to allow a full examination. Resisting the need to choke on my alarm, I gathered myself as I surveyed the
middle-aged stranger and kindling-gathering interloper of my Parzival-like pilgrimage.

"Er... yes, yes-indeed. I was just interested in the old well here" I mumbled without any real cerebration of logic. I was
still dealing with being startled from my poetic reflection of my past and being dragged back into reality can certainly
knock any wool-gatherer from his beam.

"It certainly looks perilous" I suggested and glanced back to the stygian ruined abode of one of my memories. As the
chilly Christmas morning treacled on, the quietness of the woods joined me in noticing the woman seemed more
interested in her burden than myself and so I timidly began to scan her poise and face as I waited by the well.

I'd guess she was in her late-forties, but I've never been one for decent hunches when it comes to a woman's age.
All men are aware of this minefield regardless of any possible amour or edible fare on the table, it's merely some
unspoken advice handed down from the days of living in caves.

The stranger's hair was charcoal and thankfully free of the dyes to keep it that way commonly found these days.
Via my fleeting and abashed gander, I saw that she carried a face not unappealing and I would wager from the
set of her mouth, the lady could tarry in a jape and take full advantage of such badinage for her own merriment.
Maybe the very warning she'd offered was such a prank, but I couldn't be sure.

Of course, her proletarian accent was not of my social-standing and I'm embarrassed to say this. My family were
wealthy enough to send me for a high-quality education where comportment of one's speech and pronunciation
are paramount in getting on in life. One hopes a listener doesn't misunderstand my words, I'm merely expressing
that a good schooling coaches a better crusade for self-prosperity in all walks of life.

But now beneath a winter sky and surrounded by dreary boscage, this fairly-handsome stick-collector seemed to
speak in the manner that my Grandfather would appreciate, the common tongue of the benighted, the enunciate
of the vulgar and a pairing I would never have guessed at.

"Yer not frum' 'round here..." the woman offered as her focus left the gathered faggot and returned to newly-found
catechumen amongst the weeds. "...Tis' an odd day te' be rootin' 'round in such an impotent place and nay muddle
fur' sure. Bad place this, some say... full 'a things best left unearthed, others tell" she muttered and I believe her last
remark was to herself more than me.

During her cryptic opinion-venting, I delegated my viewing to eyeing the forlorn shrubbery that waited either side of
this miserable magistrate of my visit and raven-haired trespasser of my reminiscing introspection. Yet, it seemed
my outsider position needed more dubiousness dumped onto it.

"Ah' would a' thought a fella, a gent like yer'sell would be home under a tree and enjoyin' the livery of today? Ah hear
it telled' that some give gifts to discharge their jubilation for the day" she added and suddenly gazed squarely towards
me like an unsure predator coming to an accord with their needs.

However, with the need to counter her overt plebeian power-grab, I confidently responded that I was here because of
personal reasons and that I should really be on my way during this time of festive celebration. I believed -at the time,
my tone of cavalier articulation was commanding enough that my own type of cautioning struck home. I would also
propose that insults -no matter how poorly veiled, are becoming far-too common these days.
Although, I never told her this.

It was at this moment, the atmosphere that bound us in this strange encounter took on an air that -once more, the
old man who's seed was my father, would have cackled at and shown his lack of dentures. I'm not one for reading
fiction and even though my present predicament would equal anything Poe or Lovecraft could've dredged from their
dark innards, I attempted to cling onto the reality I knew to be trusted... the one that now spurned me in my hour of
of need. The hour of Hetty the Hag.
..........................................

The old Witch chuckled as the aromatic herbage around me began to writhe and shrivel, the sombre light of this cold
end of December changed and some might suggest, became a time before pollution. The poor weather was gone and
now a bright sun shone down into the small clearing where a grinning raggedy scarecrow watched as the small boy in
an oversized windcheater ogled at the magical world he'd been dragged down into.

I cannot swear to it, but the background sounds that I was accustomed to in my life altered too, the familiar low murmur
of modern-day living seemed to fall away to a fresher -less busy accent. The air felt sweeter on my lips and the aromas
told of wild flowers feeling the breeze of a Summer's day and nodding in confidence that time would never be the Judas
we all know it to be.

All this from a devolved terror-stricken adult grasping at the oversized pants he'd darkened in fear. I had passed through
that supposedly-translucent curtain that my elder had spoken of and now in child-form, had become part of an epilogue
to the folklore of rural Underhill.

"Yer' took yer' bloody time te' come back te' me, me-lad..." the skinny harridan scolded "...the defrayal fur' yer good times
didn't include forgettin' ol' Hetty, thee knows". My terrified mind raced across the account from my Grandfather and for a
moment, a smeared plate of hardened cheese swam past my lens of anamnesis. Oh, it was so long ago... was I correct?

Hetty's un-toothed maw widened and prompted me that I may be accurate. But the abhorrent mare's words confirmed it
-even though it took me a second to translate her shabby version. "Aye, old rat... a begrudged repast fur' a grand payment
that would bring pelotage te' a young fella's future" she growled as her red-rimmed eyes scanned the man who'd now been
reduced down to a frightened boy again. I had misplaced the knowledge that she could read minds.

"There'll be looking for me..." I blurted "...I am a man of means and importance, you're going to get into troub..." but my
admonishment was curtailed when the rawboned crone stepped forwards and grabbed the artificial fabric of my too-big
coat. "Divna' threaten me wiv' yer piss-poor dither, if thee kens the bargain, then thee kens the contract in its absolute"
Hetty hissed into my blanched face.

Every word stank of expired care and poisonous menace, the damaged woman in rags hinted at something beyond an
old man's dispensing of a lightweight fairy-tale told in round, pear shaped tones. It smacked of lost imperative particulars.
What deal had been made in that long-ago farmyard and what unwanted details had been dropped from the legend?

With my collar released, I felt her bundle of claws pretentiously pat the top of my head and I'd swear I felt scurrying lice
exploring a new home. The Hag stood erect and with the rays of the sun threatening to shine through her bedraggled
attire, I mentally prayed that the redeemer born on this day would release me from this nightmare.

Allowing her anger to leave her craggy features, the scrawny horror before me planted her hands on her bulimic hips
and confidently cooed the words that assured my stained jeans would fall foul to a more-substantial blemishing.
"It's time me-lad, yer've grown up and the pact must now be bound... it's time yer' took me as yer wife".


The End?

The aircraft has an extremely valuable mission for any Navy or aircraft that are airborne as it is designed to detect all threats within (classified) distances. Regardless the price of this stuff is beyond belief IMO.