(i’ve tried to ensure this is simply what it appears sans AI pirates.  fingersXed. )

The Global Collapse of 2026

thank you, cronetoo!  i missed that completely—i simply found his assessment clear & spot on.    some of the incessant sirens, wars & grotesque distractions may be to cover the looming financial implosion, i shall try to be vigilant.  thankfully, the content was not altered & it was clearly yanis & recent.

ismaele

https://geopolitiq.substack.com/p/irans-response-to-e3s-anti-iran-iaea

venezuela/ russia & america

no mention of comrade kim?  iran drones will be a welcome & big help.  i agree, mother won’t sink an american ship, instead, i’m hoping china, russia & iran have supplied maduro with EW sufficient to the task…let greasy pete’s toys bob silently about the caribbean.

fwiw:  i remember the name change.  he’s smart, i’ve followed him randomly.   over the years i’ve never doubted that he’s smart, thorough, not afraid of heavy homework, or of working for months to no avail.    foremost, he has a keen sense of good ground & how a battle will end.  something @ the beginning of 404 i appreciated.  i’ve never felt wishful thinking was a fault he suffered or backing the wrong side of fight or getting badly sucker punched.

it strikes me working for CIA @ this stage would be like signing up for ukraine: either you are a starving latino, a high-jacked ukie, or you sold your soul to satan years ago, long before epstein.   & if that was the case, brian strikes me as smart enough between then & now to make himself worthless & ineffectual rather than a critic with some influence & therefore a target.    he seems the kinda guy that would sense the cauldron.   survival smarts.   what’s in it for him?  to go that deep for one side or the other, when the choice is black/white, good vs evil, you are either philby committed or you’ve sold yourself short, waaaay too short & know how the party ends & that you are above all expendable.  a smart guy, even some pretty dumb guys, @ that point in the play realize the only option left them is suicide of your choice.   that choice being the sole option you may hope to control.

godfree roberts

China’s Quiet Conquest

https://herecomeschina.substack.com/p/chinas-quiet-conquest

there are no coincidences:

laith alluded to canada’s role, house slave for the brit, mi6.

today…after feeding the nuthatches & chickadees crushed peanuts from my palm, i paused along dallas to stare up @ the clouds, late afternoon, another of monet’s stunning attempts to outdo turner.

an irish chap stopped to chat, the light & clouds made conversation easy, natural.   in victoria our city council is always an ice breaker, in short order we had established our ground.  he began…he worked out @ a community centre’s gym.  very nice, very good.   no, not @ all.  not a bit of it.  it’s supposed to be open until 10pm, which allowed him time after work to have dinner with his kids, help with homework & see them off to bed before hurrying, off to the gym for a quick work out & a proper steam.   hmm, i managed, very good very nice.

“no, not @ all!  not a bit of it!    for the last month it’s no longer accessible—it closes @ 8pm!  it’s a community gym.  my bloody gym.”

i returned to studying the drift of clouds, now curiously the colour of the sea.

“they close the entire gym, shut it down, my gym, with blackout curtains—even the windows, so no one can see in!”

i move politely away.     “it’s just women!  special imported immigrants afraid someone might see them.”

i turn, “immigrants?–from where?  where in the world are women afraid of being seen working out!”

“i don’t fuckin know—iran?   i think, yeah, iran.”

“persians?! no way!   they are not persians!  persian women are rich, they aren’t bussed to public gyms, they all have their own trainers in their private gym.   they’re here to flaunt their hair, their plastic surgery & gold in front of cameras to regime change iran—it’s why they get priority.”

“well, i don’t fuckin know, alls i know is they’re women who can’t be seen & takeover my gym—a community gym—every fuckin night for 2 fuckin hours.”

“have you seen these women?”

“as a matter of fact i have—i stuck around.  they arrive in a luxury bus with blacked out windows.  big & black as the lieutenant governor’s &  they’re head to toe black tents, could be guys under all that, no way they can work out in it, & they don’t need fuckin black out curtains, there’s no way anybody could see a fuckin thing, let alone a face.”

“so if they aren’t working out, what do you suppose they’re doing?”

“god bloody knows!  whatever it is, the bunch of em, men women or some weird combo, aren’t working out.  i don’t believe a bit of it.  not a fuckin bit.  god knows what they’re up to or what’s what!  alls i can say for sure is the country’s not headed straight to hell it’s already kentucky fried.”