The Tides of March
More lunacy looms with the eclipsed blood moon.
The tide of history turns with the ides of March. Russia has won in Ukraine. Western hegemony is broken and NATO is finished. It's all over bar the shouting, but of that there is bound to be plenty.
The diminutive French President, Emmanuel Macron, clinging to power by the skin of his teeth, thinks he is Naploeon. If the USA won't continue the futile war with Russia in Ukraine, he declared, then France will take over as Europe's protector, with its independent nuclear arsenal.
Apparently, no one has told Monsieur Macron about Oreshnik, an unstoppable hypersonic ballistic missile that could destroy Paris in 15 minutes from being launched in Russia. It has multiple war heads that each impact with a kinetic force equivalent to a nuclear explosion, minus the blast wave and the radioactive fall out. Nukes are so last century; the tide of military history definitively turned on November 21, last year.
In an address to the nation, Macron labelled Russia a "threat to France and Europe". This is the lie being sold by the Estonian EU foreign policy chief, Kaja Kallas, and the pretext for European rearmament.
The Council of Europe accepted its president, Ursula von der Leyen's, proposal for individual countries to massively increase defence spending. 'Defence' being a euphemism for war. There's a clip of Mrs. von der Crazy being interviewed on German TV. She is asked, will any of her seven children be conscripted? She laughs gaily. Of course not! The unelected Queen of Europe is far too important for her progeny to be sacrificed so cheaply. That's for the little people, her inferiors. Her own children were born to rule. To start wars, not die in them.
Roberta Metsola, the Maltese president of the European Parliament, said, "The situation today is exactly the same as it was three years ago. Ukraine is fighting for Europe and Europe needs to be hand-in-hand, lockstep with whoever is fighting for our security, for our values. Ukraine's security is Europe's security."
The Special Military Operation is all about security. President Putin seeks to ensure that Russians are safe by de-militarising and de-Nazifying its neighbour, Ukraine. After three years' warfare, the first of those objectives has nearly been achieved. However slow functionaries of the old order are to acknowledge the new reality, the situation has changed, fundamentally: Russia has proven its military superiority and is re-drawing its boundaries. NATO has been defeated and is likely to disintegrate. European 'values' have been exposed as deceitful, hypocritical and supremely arrogant.
The mighty Russian Foreign Minister, Sergey Lavrov accurately compared the puny French power freak, Emmanuel Macron, to Napoleon Bonaparte, saying that he is also looking to impose a defeat upon Russia and implying that he will suffer a similar fate.
Indeed, the Russians have done to the AFU force that made its incursion into Russia last August much the same as they did to Napoleon's army: got out of its way and cut their supply lines. A large detachment of the Ukrainian's best fighters equipped with their best kit stranded itself, contained in a few hundred square kilometres of sparsely-occupied, densely-wooded territory in the Kursk region, while the Russians attacked the front lines in Donbass. Which crumbled.
As Napoleon had his Josephine, Emmanuel Macron has Brigitte, about whom a French journalist, Xavier Poussard, has conducted an investigation that's now being propagated by Candace Owens. She's produced a podcast series and published a book, Becoming Brigitte, which tells a tale stranger than fiction. Officially, they met when he was 17 and her student and she was 36 and his drama teacher, but the truth is that he was 14 and not only was 'she' 40, but she wasn't a she!
Candace says, disproving the allegation that your wife is a man should be simple, but Macron hasn't. Instead, Lil' Napoleon has persecuted Poussard, bullying him out of France in the name of Liberty, Equality & Fraternity, and tried to legally intimidate Ms Owens in the Land of the Free. But that doesn't play in the Home of the Brave.
Candace told Theo Von - "I mean, it's such a murder mystery kind of thing, you know, and since it's French, they have all the stuff you can't pronounce" - she offered not to publish if Macron answered her questions, the first of which is, 'was your wife born a biological male?' His lawyers declined to answer and threaten a defamation suit. Bring it on, says Candace. It's not in her interest to spoil her reputation by telling lies.
Lil' Napoleon's wife is a man? That is a plot twist I did not see coming. Any more than I could have predicted back in 2016 that Donald J. Trump, the crass property developer from Queens - the 'short-fingered vulgarian', as Spy magazine called him, back in the 1980s - would become President of the USA. Who’d a-thunk that the game show host and former wrestling promoter with the weird hair and that dumb catch phrase would one day occupy the Oval Office? Never mind twice, especially after what happened the first time.
Trump was never truly an immensely successful businessman, but he played one on TV. He was rescued from insolvency and resurrected as a caricature big shot, a role he relished. His run for President in 2016 may have been motivated by Obama making fun of him at the 2011 Correspondent's Dinner, or as a strategy intended to secure another series of The Apprentice, the TV game show which had saved his bacon and provided The Donald with a very classy lifestyle and a collection golf courses that includes Turnberry in Scotland.
Why would The Don want the hassle of being President? I tend to subscribe to Howard Stern's theory that Trump's first run was a publicity stunt that went too far. Way too far.
In my last post I declared my devotion to the philosophy of Bill Hicks, who described what happens after the inauguration ceremony of a newly-elected President of the United States. POTUS is ushered into a conference room where the donors whose money got him into this position are assembled. He sits in the only vacant seat at the table, the lights dim and a film plays. It is the Kennedy Assassination, shot from a angle not previously seen; quite possibly the grassy knoll. Kennendy's head explodes, the film ends and the lights come up. The Chair turns to POTUS and asks, "Any questions?"
Trump's first Presidency did not go that way, because he was not supposed to win. Politically naive, Trump did not know how to operate. Out on the campaign trail he had hit on the slogan, 'Drain The Swamp', and his crowds started chanting it, but when he got into office, Trump appointed a gang of swamp monsters who, since they couldn't completely control him, conspired against him.
Incredibly, this time around, The Don has already dodged an assassin’s bullets, one of which grazed his ear. Did that truly happen? Was it allowed to happen? Or was the whole thing contrived for the camera, with The Don ducking down to feign injury? Likesay, it’s hard to know these days what’s real and what’s make-believe, but it is salient that the first reaction of many on TwitteX to the events of 20.09.24 is that they were faked. Of course, The Don was not the only victim of the shooting, so the ammo was definitely not fake.
Trump’s survival may have been calculated as a stunt to increase his popularity - Reagan’s approval rating surged after he took a bullet - and it brought Elon Musk aboard the Trump Train, but supposing it was really real? What effect might surviving a hit like that have on a narcissistic personality such as Donald J. Trump? Why would The Donald not feel that his life had been saved for a purpose?
Throughout his first term, Trump was relentlessly attacked, demeaned and ridiculed. Out of office, he has been subjected to lawfare that any objective commentator must agree was capricious and vindictive, even if it's no more than he deserved. If the parties that goaded Trump don't regret it yet, regret shall soon come. Had they left him alone, The Don might have toddled off to play golf in Florida as befits a rich old geezer. But they didn't and here we are.
Now, Trump is President again, or at least he is playing that role on TV, with Peter Thiel, a Baron of Big Data, as Executive Producer. Thiel has adapted the script from sources that include, The Sovereign Individual: Mastering the Transition to the Information Age, which was co-authored by Lord Rees-Mogg, father of Jacob. Fancy that: Little Lord Moggy’s dad was a prophet of technofeudalism!
Thiel cast his protegé, JD Vance, in the role of consigliere to The Don and augmented the ensemble for, Trump 2: Return of The Don, with a posse of Marvel-like superheroes or villains led by the real life Tony Stark, Elon Musk. Then there's RFK Jr with his dalek’s voice and hatred of Palestinians; Silversurfer-supersoldier, Tulsi Gabbard; and Justice League defender, Kash Patel.
Donald Trump has a colossal ego, but his skin is thin and his memory akin to that of the proverbial elephant. Not an actual elephant, whose hide is known to be tough, but he forgets not a single sleight. The Don has amassed a bulging warehouse of grievances, waiting to be avenged. It’s started with slashing funding and axing whole government departments, as determined by DOGE under the direction of Special Agent Musk, who in drab reality is an accountant, not an engineer. His expertise is in sacking people. They will likely be replaced by AI operated by companies owned by Musk, Thiel and the other Tech Bros who were assembled at Trump's inauguration.
The mission of the 'Destruction Demolition Crew', as Denise Le Fay calls them, is to dismantle democracy and implement technofeudalism, which Yanis Varoufakis defines as an epochal shift in late stage capitalism that looks a lot like medieval serfdom.
Trump's Fantastic Four are bound by their fealty to the Zionist entity, of which there is no more loyal servant than their ringmaster, Donald J. Trump. Or so it has been said. While there’s no evidence that The Don is any less committed to the Greater Israel project, there is a theory that, more than anything else, Trump’s overriding ambition is now to go down in history as a Man of Peace. Is that the purpose for which he was saved?
Trump wants his countenance on Mount Rushmore, but first he wants a Nobel Peace Prize. They gave Obama one just for being black and he went on to wreak havoc in Libya and Syria. Last time around, The Don didn’t start any wars and, after this go-round, Trump cannot seek re-election, so he is not quite so beholden to his Zionist sponsors. His relations with Netanyahu are not completely subservient and have been less than cordial, as was shown when Trump posted a clip of Jeff Sachs describing Bibi as a "deep, dark son-of-a-bitch".
Trump's 'Art of The Deal' is not complicated: thesis; antithesis; synthesis. Make an outrageous proposition that provokes a counter offer, then haggle. Trump's diabolical Mar-A-Gaza plan goaded the Arab League - which has been useless - into putting together its own $30 billion project. Trump rejected it, but it's not up to him. The fact is that a realistic reconstruction plan for Gaza now exists. Similarly, while The Don thunders and threatens Hamas in public, privately his envoy, Steve Witkoff, had face-to-face talks with Hamas.
Grudge-fuelled and narcissistic he may be, but The Don is nothing if not a showman. He is the consummate reality TV star, not sticking to a script but improvising within a carefully constructed scenario. His skill was fully displayed on 28.02.05 when The Don directed and starred in an episode for the ages that historians shall view as a moment in which history turned before our very eyes.
Indeed, history squirmed like a worm on a fisherman’s hook alongside Zelensky, the Ukrainian cocaine goblin, whom JD & The Don ambushed in the Oval Office. BTW & FYI, Mr Reagan’s viral video version is even better than the real thing.
This White House Pow Wow, live streamed on CSPAN, was a more fully developed performance than earlier dress rehearsals that featured as supplicants, first Macron and then Starmer, who presented The Don with an invitation from The King of England, telling him it was a really big deal. As Theo Von might say, it was SO cringe.
The Don took centre screen, naturally, sat between Zelensky and Vance. The Ukrainian's posture was defensive as Vance leaned forward, pugnaciously. The Don was impassive as if adjudicating a scrap between contestants in the closing stages of The Apprentice. He assumed the Sumo power position: knees akimbo, palms together, pointing downward, in the direction of his trademark red tie. The Don was fully in control.
I easily tire of overwrought TV dramas - I bailed from Succession after the second season - but Trump 2: Revenge of The Don is turning out to be the best telly since Johnny Depp vs. Amber Heard. I relish Denise Le Fay's plot summary: 'Daddy has Dementia, wears adult diapers, and has wounded boys in adult male bodies surrounding him with their patriarchal revenge agendas.’ Which sounds harsh but seems fair. ‘There’s nothing’ more to see here folks’, she says, ‘this is the bottom of the patriarchal barrel.'
In the UK, cuts in state benefits for the disabled are being mooted at the same time as the money spent on weapons is being increased. The message from our political leaders is clear: they prioritise killing foreigners over improving the lives of those they were elected to represent. Which, I suggest, is a working definition of evil: it is against life.
Sooner than acknowledge defeat in Ukraine the Russophobic British establishment is doubling down. The Brits never quite accepted that their Imperial era ended, kidding themselves that they had merely ceded control to their transatlantic cousins and are junior partners in a special relationship. In fact, the UK is entirely subordinate and, since its intelligence service colluded against Trump in Russiagate - they made up a story that he paid whores to piss on him! - while Trump has the power, its influence is zilch.
Sir Keir Starmer's special relationship with The Don was soured by a hundred UK Labour Party activists who went Stateside to canvass for Kamala Harris during the US election. Team Trump filed an official complaint, alleging 'blatant foreign interference'. Asked by the BBC if he risked jeopardising his relationship with a future Trump administration, Starmer showed his poor judgement by claiming to have established a rapport with The Don over dinner at Trump Tower. He did not specify what was on the menu.
As Scott Ritter says, "you don't put your finger on the scale of an American election, especially if the side you tried to make win loses and the person that won has thin skin, a big ego, and is as vindictive as Donald J. Trump". Someone else who campaigned on behalf of the Biden Administration - as JD reminded him during their fateful Oval Office showdown - was Voldemort Zelensky. He went on a campaign trip to a munitions factory in Scranton, PA, which led senior Republicans to cry foul! As Ritter said, if it didn't matter, JD would not have brought it up.
Scott Ritter has a theory that Zelensky couldn't sign away Ukrainian mineral rights to the USA because he had already done a deal with the UK, although there is no mention of mineral rights in the UK-Ukraine 100 Year Partnership Declaration policy paper. The notion that one can sign a deal that's supposed to endure for a century with a political leader whose regime is on the verge of military defeat is absurd, except in the logic of a globalist automaton.
Stout Sir Keir does not admit defeat! While there remain Ukrainians of fighting age left to die, then they must be rounded up and dispatched to the front lines to fill up the breech with their Ukrainian corpses. And noble Sir Keir will be right behind them, at a safe distance, promising British "boots on the ground and planes in the air". So long, that is, as they have American backing. Which they do not.
Dismissed from the White House, it was natural for Zelensky to scuttle off to London to be embraced by our Prime Minister. We Brits love a loser, especially when he's one of our own making. British involvement in Ukraine over the past decade, motivated by Establishment animus toward Russia and Putin, personally, has been utterly catastrophic for that country and has ruined any last vestige of a reputation the Brits might formerly have enjoyed for fair play.
Not only was it Boris Johnson, the Bloody Bloviator, who exhorted Zelensky to carry on fighting three years ago, when a perfectly good peace deal awaited his signature, but British military planners have been behind just about every strategic blunder the AFU has made over the past three years on its erratic journey to ultimate defeat.
The idea behind the Ukrainian incursion into Russian territory, initially, was to grab the Kursk nuclear power plant, which might've been swapped for Zaporizhzhia, the Ukrainian plant shut down by the Russians. It was a bold move, but one could see the reasoning behind it. When they failed to achieve that objective, however, rather than retreat, the AFU expeditionary force hung around.
The Ukrainians wrongly reckoned their presence on Russian soil would embarrass their foe into diverting forces away from the front lines. They hoped that the territory they'd seized might be exchanged in a future settlement for - say - Crimea. British military planners are obsessed with Crimea, perhaps for historical reasons. Their Kursk incursion was a folly on a par with the Charge of the Light Brigade.
While Zelensky buzzed around the capitals of Europe, trying to muster support for his lost cause, and as Starmer & co. attempted to assemble their 'coalition of the willing', the Russians turned up the heat under the Kursk cauldron.
As Zelensky met the Yanks in Jeddah to agree a 30 day ceasefire on terms that are unacceptable to the Russians and while Starmer waffled about policing an imaginary ceasefire with 'peacekeepers' whom the Russians have said will be treated as enemy combatants, the battle of Kursk is coming to its inevitably bloody conclusion. Since a ceasefire only benefits those who are retreating, there is no chance that the Russians will now pause for a month to give their opponents an opportunity to regroup.
Asked if Russia might accept a ceasefire on any terms other than those President Putin has repeatedly spelled out and will have made crystal clear to his opposite number in the White House during their 90 minute telephone call on 12.02.25, Sergey Lavrov responded, "why would we do that?" Lavrov, a politician of towering stature who makes the warmongering bureaucrats of the EU pale into insignificance, was hosting a small group of alt.media You Tubers whom he invited to Moscow for a face-to-face meeting.
While they aren’t too concerned with the media war that dazzles those in the West who somehow find reasons to believe that the Federation can be beaten, the Russians seek cordial relations via alt.media. They appreciate the opportunity of conveying a more nuanced message through longer form interviews, like that conducted by Judge Napolitano with Alexandr Dugin. His first question: "How do you account for the resurgence of traditional Christianity out of the ashes of the Soviet Union?"
While Lavrov was seeking to normalise relations, the European elites were gearing up for war. The progress of European Military Integration has been closely followed by UK Column; a perceived threat from Russia provides a pretext to pursue that agenda. The Council of Europe convened in Brussels to discuss rearmament and the more formal integration of a European army, of which initiative the UK remains a leading proponent, despite having left the EU. Hence the references by UK Column News to, “Brexit without the exit”.
Having produced a ceasefire proposal that cannot be accepted, as Team Trump must be aware, The Don has once more been threatening to collapse the Russian economy with swingeing sanctions, as if that were possible. Surely few know better than the President that there's nothing left to sanction, except fertiliser, which American farmers need, and enriched uranium, which American nuclear power stations will struggle to do without.
With Trump, however, one should never pay too much attention to the detail of what he says. Interviewed by RT on the prospects of a ceasefire, Alexandr Dugin speculated that Trump was not yet fully in control of foreign policy and that there are malign actors within the US Deep State who are determined to keep the war in Ukraine going.
Personally, I think The Don is more about economic cooperation than military confrontation. He understands that war is not the answer and mutually beneficial trade is the path to prosperity that only comes with enduring peace . I mean, it’s not rocket science. Although, if it were, the Russians would have won, already.
This weekend, as Mercury, the planet of communication, turns retrograde, throwing a spanner in the workings of international diplomacy, Sir Keir Starmer is to convene a virtual meeting of the diminishing band of Western world leaders who might be prepared to join his initiative to prosecute World War 3.
These warmongering politicians are utterly delusional, determined to make miserable the people they purport to represent in pursuit of an unwinnable war against a superior enemy. But it is so much hot air. You can't simply snap your fingers and magically summon an army and the Russians aren't going to wait. The Ukrainian army is on the brink of collapse and the Russians are massing for what could be their final offensive, starting by clearing the invaders from Kursk.
There is no time to recruit an army to stand against Putin and, even if the Russians could be matched in terms of numbers of troops on the ground, their miltech is proven to be far superior, despite contrary Western propaganda. So, Mr Microleon of France and Herr StarmerFührer of Großbritannien will be lucky to emerge from this crisis they are contriving with bloody noses, revealed for the inadequate mediocrities they truly are.
As reflected by world events, this last period since the new moon has been energetically tumultuous. My personal experience, day-to-day, is unusual and peculiar to me, but hardly unique. Untold thousands of volunteers are actively engaged in what Denise Le Fay calls, the Evolutionary Ascension Process; my preferred Facebook support group has nearly 30,000 members.
I call Denise my Ascension Auntie, because she has the knack of explaining WTF is happening as it's happening to me. On 05.03.25, she reminded me that, 'one prominent and familiar EAP symptom is how your spine, back, back muscles… seriously hurts like crazy at times.' Innit 'tho. Alongside such twinges, I am a connoisseur of headaches and have learned to cope with 'digestive system difficulties' scatalogically.
At least I'm not suffering from Long Covid! In fact, I do not suffer. It only happens with my consent and I'm grateful to have found my métier. Some Ascension symptoms - such as pins & needles; brain fog; lethargy & overwhelm - are similar to those reported by the Long Covidians and one wonders if some may have misdiagnosed WTF is happening to them? For me, it's been going on for over a decade at this point, so I am by now accustomed to riding the lemniscate energetic roller coaster.
The upside is that after each energetic upgrade, one feels subtle differences. Returning to earth, one feels more grounded; having been laid low, one stands stronger. Not that peripheral bits of my old carcass aren't broken. A sense of embodiment is frequently complemented by a rush of optimism and sufficient inspiration to squeeze out a few thousands words, such as those you have been reading. Also, I have temporarily renounced animal products and alcohol for Lent and Ramadan, respectively and concurrently. It's my annual Spring clean routine, about which I'll write more next time.
I am not unhappy with now it has been going, but this Substack has not been growing its audience. I suppose it needs to be shorter and more regular, but likesay, the Universe intervenes. Just now is the calm before the next storm that's coming with the lunar eclipse in my sign, Virgo, along with the full blood moon today, 14.03.25. As Lisa Simpson might have warned Homer The Great (S06E12), "Beware the idea of March". See you on the other side.