Stay Crispy Avec Matt Le Tissier sponsored by Gary Lineker

I swear I'm not going to bore the shit out of thee for once. It just resonated and I had one of my 'feels' with very little to go on, and subsequently to support my gestation of a new conspiracy theory. To take our minds off the old ones.

The last March days of Lineker are merely the end of a gestation is imminent... Any day now... a new start will begin and playing for England in 1966 will be racist. The nation state no longer useful as a means of control.  This is hybrid warfare doctrine. 5GW is military nomenclature.

Gary can eat crisps and banter such fancies as there's no such thing as a woman or even the nation state. He may or may not be right on this. He can say what he likes.

 

Apart from country solitude walks, there's not that much free speech worth listening to. It increases in price, the more powerful and influential it can become..

Sometimes freely articulated thoughts are priceless.

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It's synchronicity (or synchs for short) and some will extend it into synchro-mysticism which it well deserves because we know the factuality, but we don't know the how or its method of actualisation as it were. This applies a lot more than is currently assumed in the public domain.. perhaps in part to our collective hubris and manufactured ennui with our ancestors but never their suspicions. Our descent into heavier density in other words.

I had a feeling that the signifier was much more solid than the signified. Despite being unsure, I at least felt for certain I was clueless and incapable of seeing what could be next, and yet I was obliged to 'press on' despite (imo) the Sadducees looking less cheerful than the Pharisees (or was it the other way round?). Just riddles, it's a simple story and can be explained to the common man if so wished.

I wanted to know where the wandering Jesus Christ Superstar haters changed their Thomas Cook travel chequers and where the shekels for the travellers' cheques in the temples might upset the table turner. Also while we're on the subject are we using the Geneva Bible or are you translating for the KJV on someone elses crucifixion?

He claimed in one of those chest-swelling followed by beating, and later on... unashamed pearl clutching moments, but that in order to manifest the appropriate gravity, a bit of chin stroking, would act as an emolument... as if it were all just some storm in teacup as it were.

The boys and girls at The Rest Is History dragged Gary on and I listened not because he confirmed my biases that he's a shallow regime mouthpiece. I listened because he's funnier and cleverer than I expected, but much more anomalous, and again I couldn't have been a hundred times more wrong; very likable (affable if you wish), interesting, humbler than I anticipated and witty. His story about cup ceremony training in Russia with Putin and Maradona is a gem of a story and hilarious.

Everyone was slagging Gary off back in March, just as I was getting to know the fella. 

Bad timing. Hits everyone at some point.

He is fearless in a cocky way, and invoices multimillion contracts to many of the countries he has worked in and for, while insulting them before during and after the event he is hired if we're paying attention.

Obvs I don't condone that activity in public but privately, I mean, he has a richly insightful wealth of expertise from a life of flitting in and out of the global celebrity milieue of 3rd millennium sporting legends, but when he has an hour or so, to talk about life, he's worth listening to.

Most servants and recipients of the regime are dull. Gary Lineker is a world class globalist but one a conversation can be had with. It wouldn't be like drinking with Kissinger and Schwab at The Dorchester. It would be much more wide ranging and funnier. Instructive too? Only time can tell.

Are Borrusia Dortmund's colours yellow & black and what about Quatar?

Clown World [How Does It Feel?]

'King Charles III' was swapped out some time ago for prince sausage fingers. Camilla is his handler and both their days are numbered.

This information unlike much that is being, and will continue to be revealed in the coming months and years will not be placed in the public domain, as the British publics hypnotism (and international bigotry) with and by the Royal family is such that if it was made known, it would induce a mass psychotic event that would endanger everyone's safety. For once it's a good idea this needs to be kept secret.

This is the only time to my knowledge that 'for reasons of national security' has ever been necessary as well as the truth.

Message received and fully comprehended. Sitreps not subject to bias.

VoxDay opines similarly

Just Checking

I have a unique perspective on privacy because I made a decision about it long before I had any choice in the matter. Subsequently, that decision was made for me without my consent.

I demand the same level of transparency from publicly elected officials and institutions because, pragmatically speaking, there is no privacy in the public domain. While this is generally a good thing, I still exercise discretion in deciding who gets the full story and who only gets part of it.

It may be worth exploring how radical transparency is rewarded by Universe, or seek further clarification over here.

Yassaui Mergalyev

You may recall that I was recently floored by a dancer with the Kyiv City Ballet Gala at Southampton Mayflower theatre, and that I couldn't locate his name or the extraordinary music he danced to.

Well, I received a lovely email from the artistic director who corrected a few errors I'd made (now updated) and shared with me the dancers name and the music that was driving me nuts trying to locate. When I looked down the concert program the first name I picked out was Yassaui Mergalyev because of the Asiatic name, and my brief experiences of former Soviet Union states, yet still I managed to get the music wrong or clicked on a different rendition of the classical piece called November by Max Richter. If you haven't heard it, I hope you find a few minutes to listen at some point.

Now then, as soon as I had Mr Mergalyev's name I did a search and saw a bunch of videos but two of them appealed to me because they were so grainy and posted well over a decade ago. The location, Kazakhstan I believe, might not be The Bolshoi but on that stage, you and I can view those minute and a half clips, from a (distant galaxy) or generation ago as if we are talent spotters trawling the planet for the new and the best, and it's among the most extraordinary footage you or I could have ever expected. You can see for yourself how exceptionally talented a dancer Yassui Mergalyev is.

Those unbelievable pirouettes that I've seen world class ballet dancers misstep when drawing to a halt, because everybody is vulnerable to dizziness, no amount of training takes it all away, a lot yes, but not all, yet Mr Mergaliev delivers easily the most unprecedented number of turns for a male dancer that I've yet witnessed. 

Finally in the first clip, the dances' denouement ends in a what looks like for a microsecond, a stumble or fall, but no. The music is surgically severed exactly on-point and we apprehend all of a sudden that it's a choreographed collapse and thus takes us somewhere I've not seen outside of Nureyev or any of the biggest names. It's a large claim but you can see for yourself.

It's a real treat even to the untrained eye.

First Draft. I'll clean up later as I must crack on.

Max Richter - November

Shakin' Stevens - It All Comes Round

Imagine banging out your best work three decades after fame and fortuitous times carried you with just the rising warm air, intriguing lyrics and very good looks.

I was astonished when I asked the radio One DJ who made this music, and she replied Shakin Stevens - It All Comes Round. 

His voice is very touching. You won't recognise him.

MEDICI.TV

Kyiv City Ballet

I went to see Kyiv City Ballet last week for their gala performance in Southampton. 

They're exiled and inevitably (somewhat) stranded in the former Warsaw Pact country Croatia after a stint in Paris.

There's a lot I noticed and ordinarily would wish to write about, but now isn't the time.

Kyiv City Ballet were sparse but dignified.

They were professional with a wide ranging and versatile repertoire.

There was nothing but effort, and from time-to-time unforgettable performances from a skeletal ballet company under pressure, surviving at first week to week, followed if lucky by month to month, and then inevitably we tell ourselves the years trundle or roll by-on-by.

Not once did they solicit maudlin sympathy or allow anger, jingoism or bitterness spoil their performance. 

If anything was obvious, it was the absence of propaganda in either direction, and not its presence as it were.

The dancer in three images above, was not only extraordinary in a fluid and uncoiling manner, but the music for his sleeveless black-tunic performance has tested my sanity (help me out here please) trying to find it. I pulled my phone out to sound-search using Google Assistant but unsuccessfully.

I was hopeful it might be Le Spectre de la Rose (Carl Maria von Weber's Aufforderung zum Tanz - Invitation to Dance) or Elgar's Nimrod (Tribute to Peace) from the single-sheet concert program I subsequently located, but my hopes were skripaled early on and I've yet to find what I'm looking for. 

Show must go on.

Update. I received a lovely email from Croatia and I have the music so I'll be sharing that and more.

Image Provenance

If anyone has any information on these, can you get in touch please?

I've done my own digging and the only facts I have; are they were first published this year. They might be AI generated (the resolution is too high in my opinion) or the last option is they were sequestered and have now been leaked.

Update: I've changed my mind about AI

Tik Tok Jesus & Social Media Mentoring

I'm not unemployed. 

I'm unemployable.

Big difference.

Do You Even Calculus Bro?

Fascinating nugget on the relationship between temperature and CO2. 

Is this the right place to raise the post hoc ergo propter hoc subject?

Savings & Loans

 A long forgotten 80s financial scandal in the US, I researched a decade or so ago is too arcane to be mentioned by anybody, except perhaps Katherine Austin Fitts, who has the sort of macroeconomic experience & expertise to know.

All these years later UNLIMITED HANGOUT is refreshing our memories of the Savings & Loans affair back in the Eighties with Pension-Fund Pick-Pocket and Mossad triple agent Robert Maxwell father of Ghislaine, her ugly sisters and the fraudulent sons. I crossed ones path as he bowled out of the Old Bailey around June 92 (Mintpress). He bounded down the steps and couldn't wait to GTF out of there.

 Ian and Kevin Maxwell's father Captain Bob are like Heinz Kissinger who the allies also picked up, along with other Nazis notables like George Soros, Werner von Braun, Dr Green (real name Mengele), and so forth.

 Robert Maxwell’s reputation was tainted after his drowning, when it was discovered that he had looted six million Daily Mirror retirees, past present and future, of their highly remunerated (due to strong unions) pension fund to prop up his debt-ridden business empire. In contrast, George H. W. Bush is remembered for his public service. 

 He is not remembered for his oil business Zapata and many other oilier and darker business endeavours.

 Maxwell is now violently decomposed and buried on the most sacred ground in the Holy Land. The Mount of Olives in Israel. The official story (including Ghislaine's version) is a preposterous tale that he took a piss in the wee hours off the back of his Khashoggi Super Yacht, and whoever pushed his head under the water till he was dead had extraordinarily good timing to turn up just as his warm urine was diluting the Atlantic Ocean.

 I wasn't there but how many nights did they wait for him to be alone? Were they waiting clad in black clothes and ski masks in their military grade dinghy till he serendipitously turned up?

 How did they pass the minutes, hours and nights waiting for their chance? 

Candy Crush or fishing?

This post is dedicated to Blue Doran who walked like Ian Maxwell in crowded foreign capitals and people parted to let him through. It was a sight to behold and as I've previously shared, he was a dangerous man.