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Watching Television with Fenris Badwulf

Thursday, June 16th, 2011

After the Big Game, the Big Riot. Which is more interesting to talk about?

The Big Game. Who watches hockey now a days but a bunch of white right wing extremists who begrudge paying taxes to support the leftist non-worker class? It was only a while back that the state media was trying to get rid of Don Cherry, and hockey coverage for that matter. I took that as a hint from the progressive brain bug that showing interest in this corrupt manifestation of the lingering effects of colonialism in Africa was not to be done. I remember the big signs the media party had up with an N-person lamenting that it was the hockey playoffs. There was a big one at Woodbine and Danforth. So, this year, while passing by the television on my way to the kitchen I was astounded to see the (safe sex) oral-rectal relationship the media aristocrats had adopted to the attempt by Vancouver to win the cup.

Lacking freedom of speech I cannot comment on the wise Trotsky policy of changing policy (kinda like the way the Bolshies betrayed the anarchists after they used them to wipe out the White Russians) other than the surface insights that the CBC is running scared of losing its viewers and started to, in their ability challenged activist way, appeal to their market rather than their dream of making Canada into Haiti. As such, the New Face main stream media did a good job of creating the illusion that the evil white man’s sport of hockey is important to them too. Success for socialism! This lasted until …

The Big Riot.
Yeah, the big riot. The media newspokerpersons were positively aghast. This was the generation that they had formed in their mold. Politically correct kids of high schools and public schools, Canadian system educated. How many of the high schools in Vancouver were represented by a showboat arsonist? Round up the vice principals of Vancouver (add the same from surrounding prefectures) and they could do the job of identification. This is the youth that surround you, and it is the activists who have raised them up. Last night, the ability challenged looked into the snapping jaws of reality. They are frogs in a drying wetland, bordering snapping turtle habitat. Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha.

This is the fruit of toleration of the third world: you become one.

There are a lot of people counting their overtime dollars in the police services industry.
What about you? Did you know that running a fire truck, sirens blazing, stops darkie from turning to riot? You should not have to believe me. When those sirens stop, will you notice? And what an awful thing to be true, if it was true. And so easy to prove with scientific experiment.

The posties are being irradiated by solar flare
(while wise management hides in the lead lined lunch room and does Sudoku), and are going to be dead within five years. Spending a day in the sun in that sort of massive photon bombardment is certain death. Go bathe in the deadly rays of the Canadian Sun, you fools. Hold your microwave wavelength phone up to your head, all day. I bought the local posties coffee and salty snacks. No pensioner, no pension crisis. Doing the job the state death panels are paid to do, but do not. So I, model statist citizen, fill the socialist resource shortfall with my meager volunteer, community spirited, semi professional efforts.

Watching Television will continue to accompany you on your march down into the Middle Ages.

The Horoscope of Fenris Badwulf

Wednesday, January 12th, 2011

What better way to prove the accuracy of Astrology than to use the example of the birthday boy, Fenris Badwulf? His late mother would be proud of him; and his late father filled with happiness. His horoscope is filled with good news for the Republic, and for your estate. You can click to enlarge if you are not just cruising for one of the Mayor’s sex posts.


So long Israel, and hello Vienna! – Saved in Drafts

Thursday, December 16th, 2010

**It certainly wouldbe nice if Fenris revisited this piece and finished it. The Mayor doesn’t like posts that end with the word “and”. It leaves too much up in the air. This post is from 2.14.2010. Woulda coulda shoulda won some sort of award, and…

I have been bothered at my leisure with demands for production about the soon to be non-existance of Israel.  Yeah, sure, it is a tasty subject for satire.  It is grim and there will be quite a few war movies, great war movies of the future, to be written, scripted, story-boarded, filmed, edited, and shown.  So I will write quick, as there are only a few more paragraphs to go before I am done with you.

Today is the first Saturday after the Persians went public with the Bomb. They have the Bomb.  They have stated quite clearly the conditions under which they will use their Bomb.  This is quite Queensberry rules, and every dead Statesman you talk to on the Ouija board will tell you that what they say is true enough to take heed of, and if you heed their boundary conditions, the Bomb will not go boom.  So what?  So what does this have to do with Israel?  Those Persian atomic bombs can only hit Los Angeles, maybe San Francisco, certainly Honolulu.  Utah is safe.  So who cares?

Sure, Israel has the Bomb. They have the Bomb too.  Big Deal.  This problem is not a big problem as far as Military problems go.  Israel does not fear the Bomb.  They are more likely to fire their broadside first, and it just might happen in this wonderful decade of 2010.  But before we get to how earthquakes and atomic bombs are like each other in effect, I want to talk about the ruthless self-interest of nation states.

This is a bad thing for Israel, but not in the way you would expect. History suggests that powers that pay tribute, pay tribute for appeasement, effect, or subterfuge.

Appeasement. The defeated in war end up paying tribute.  A certain amount of the trillions invested in Israel every year has a proportion, a percentage that is simple weregild, blood money for a ’sorry we shot your Grandpa’ that comes with a rather nice greeting card.

Appeasement, but. But the great power that was enforcing this payment is under a leader of Hope and Change. He has been bowing to these other, lesser, tribute paying powers. Today, Saturday, the Final Decision Makers are listening to Opera at their weekend retreats, sipping the best, and deciding. Maybe the Israel money does not have to be paid. Not now. The Americans are choosing retreat as their policy. So weregild for Israel can stop.

Effect. Sure, your tribute money buys you some peace and contentment over close there to where the oil fields are. But lately, last few years, those shipping lines, pipelines, refineries are

The Niagara Front

Sunday, February 17th, 2008

Activists must now turn their minds towards the inevitable ground war with America.

And what better campaign to study than the Niagara Front, where two Corps of the Canadian WarMachine will destroy the evil heteronormative Americans?

The map above depicts The Niagara Front. Two Corps of three divisions each are deployed. To the north is the I corps, and to the south is the II corps. Corps headquarters are at Smithville and Dunnville, respectively. Areas outlined in blue (St.Catharines and Niagara Falls) are fortified towns. The escarpment is depicted with a spiked line.

I Corps. The premier Corps of the Canadian WarMachine boasts three divisions, supported by an Assault Gun Brigade.

The mighty fortress of Minas Niagara Morgul cements the line on Lake Ontario. A fortress brigade of elite fanatics holds this citadel, which is dug into the bedrock below, and protected above with reinforced concrete, and has all around fire from machine guns, cannon, mortars, and grenade throwers housed in steel turrets. The area is extensively mined, draped with electrified barb wire, and capable of withstanding attack from poison gases.

The Niagara river along the I Corps front is not easily crossed, being a steep gorge on both sides. None the less, the American devils are expected to launch at least diversionary attacks with Suicide troops in division strength.

Our strategic vision is to allow the foolish Americans a foot hold on the Canadian side. These troops would then be placed in a cross fire from the mortar turrets in Minas Niagara Morgul (six 210 mm) and the dug in artillery along the escarpment. Our railway artillery would obliterate them like a snowplow moving snow. The American supply line across the river would be cut with a cloud of mustard gas, and then our valiant infantry would move forward to clean out the hated invader with the bayonet. Assault guns and flamethrowing tanks would mop up strong points. The few prisoners taken could be used for spare parts for our wounded soldiers.

II Corps. The mighty II Corps holds a far different stretch of terrain than its sister Corps to the north. Here, the river Niagara is shallow, and easily crossed by canoe. A moderate swimmer could easily cross and defile our sacred soil. Here, the banks of the Niagara are gently sloped and the is flat and lightly wooded.

The mighty fortress of Minas Erie Morgul cements the line on Lake Erie. While the fanatics of this fortress brigade would inflict incredible casualties on any unprovoked aggression of the aggressive Americans, the range of its rapid fire cannon is not enough to guarantee our glorious total victory.

Our strategic vision is to absorb the initial evil American thrust * . Given the ease with which the Niagara is forded, WarMachine Intellegence speculates that the most likely attack will occur at night during a thunder storm in March or April. The raised height of the river Niagara will allow larger assault canoes to cross, and the darkness and howling rain will allow the treacherous and sneaky Americans to hope for susprise.

Our front line positions (forward of the QEW) will be swept away in a sudden barrage. We can fill these trenches with convicts * or Prisoners of War. You cannot make an omelette without breaking a few eggs * . The evil Americans will no doubt attack with at least two Mountain divisions, with a follow up wave of at least two Armored divisions.

While some may swear on the effectiveness of Mustard Gas in stopping this sort of attack, when the sanctity of the sacred soil of the Canadian Homeland is threatened, more aggressive means are called for.

The II Corps will engage in a fighting withdrawl to the line of Crystal Beach – Niagara Falls * . The hated Americans will become disorganized as they claw their way through the trenches, barbed wire, mine fields, and sweeping artillery barrages. Little do our despised American foes realize that their country is riddled with traitors and saboteurs, sympathetic to our plans for the destruction of America and all it stands for.

H-Hour. A barrage of rockets will open up our glorious counter-offensive. Our shells will be a mixture of high explosive and Phosgene gas. Our artillery fire will be very effective, as it is directed by American traitors. After a snap barrage of choking gas, a reinforced division from Army Toronto reserve will smash into the disorganized lines of the brutal American aggressor, spear headed by an independent regiment of our heaviest tanks, while overhead our attack helicopters will tear apart the bewildered enemy with cluster bombs or set them on fire with phosphorus rockets. Fresh troops from the Toronto Army will spring up and clear out the enemy with the cold steel.

Flanking attacks from the Toronto Garrison can be expected upon the vulnerable south shore of Lake Ontario. Buffalo will fall in the enemies rear to our hovercraft and helicopter troops. Faced with the severing of their supply lines, the once haughty Americans will be forced to surrender, to grovel, and to lick the Queen’s boots. They will march in shame to forced labor camps.

There is nothing that sixteen inches of cold Canadian steel cannot fix.

Next episode: On to Syracuse!

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.

West Lynn Avenue

Sunday, January 6th, 2008

Vistors to Toronto should take a few moments to ride or bike around the quiet neighbourhood to the south of Woodbine Subway * station. If you head west, crossing Moberley and East Lynn Avenue, you come to West Lynn Avenue. Heading south, you come to a peaceful ravine.

Designed at the early stages of the cold war by a team of Nazi engineers, the ravine is really an anti-tank ditch, designed as a place of death for the expected American invaders. The slope is steep, and the floor of the ravine is marshy year round. Even the most modern American tank, the Grant * , could not pass through this hazard. Once bogged down in the mud, the helpless tank would be set on fire with the crew inside.

Both ends of the anti-tank ditch contain emplacements for defending infantry. This is a view of the opposite end, towards West Lynn Avenue. This end has an elaborate stairway to allow combat engineers quick access to deploy mines and booby traps.

Mysterious marks in military green paint are all through the area. The ‘ravine’ is within mortar range of the flak bunker at Oakcrest * . These could be range marks for artillery, or perhaps coded reference points for land mine locations. The green cross is a common military symbol for asphyxiating gasses, such as cyanide or carbon monoxide. The use of a large numeral 3 (majiscule) and smaller zeros (miniscule) is a way of designating map co-ordinates for targeting purposes.

Sturdy railway ties were used extensively in military fortifications in 1946. Here, a makeshift bridge for commando troops to allow them to move quickly and silently towards the hated American enemy. Notice how well it blends in with the surroundings.

This so-called ‘drainage’ grate is located at the west end of the ravine. As you can see, it is too big for ‘drainage’. In actuality, it is an infantry sally port. There is a hinged opening (towards the back) which leads to a ladder. In keeping with 1946 military plans, a phosgene * gas generator would be deployed here. The low lying nature of the ‘ravine’ made it ideal for the use of this invisible, choking killer.

This green wire is a military communication cable, used to transmit information to and from a command post. Stay behind troops (combatants in civilian clothing) would use these to call in artillery barrages or rocket strikes. They could also be used to trigger large land mines, or share details of American troop dispositions from ‘interrogation’ of prisoners.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.

Fact check

Wednesday, December 19th, 2007

Toronto, the most important city in Canada, is rich in diversity.

Our cherished union jobs in the social services sector, are safe. Even the elected representatives of the people cannot disturb our scheduled pension date. Our activists are dug into the judiciary, the bureaucracy, and the media. Our activists will disobey the law, laugh at social convention, and routinely concoct propaganda.

So, our welfare state is safe. Universal health care for Canadian residents is safe. Also the other programs that keep so many Toronto-Canadians in secure six figure jobs.

We collectivists have won against our internal enemies. I gloat.

But not for long. What of foreign enemies? Can Winnipeg stand against a German parachute division landed at Churchill Falls? Will a Belgian-style colonialist power dominate the diamond mining of The Yukon? Will The Yukon be The New Congo with Global Warming.

The people of Canada do not control Canada. We, Us, the Collective do. But are we strong enough to fend off a resurgent French mercantile empire? What about Portugese pirates?

Canada is rich in plunder that would whet the appetite of foreign Imperialists with a need for cheap labor, resources, and data processing expertese.

Just look at Scarborough. I see a multi-cultural village of village peoples. Warlords see slave labor. I see lagging factories in Oshawa. Warlords see a place to build tanks.

Oakcrest and Woodbine

Thursday, November 22nd, 2007

Vistors to Toronto should take a few moments to ride or bike around the quiet neighbourhood to the south of Woodbine Subway * station. If you go south on Woodbine, you approach a railway underpass. To your left is a flight of four stairs, the summit of which is Oakcrest avenue, a quiet park with a wading pool, a commanding view of downtown Toronto, and a church.

Designed at the early stages of the cold war by a team of Nazi engineers, the childrens wading pool at the summit of Oakcrest was placed there for public recreation, and as a secret air defence installation designed to hurl a snowstorm of steel at hostile American aircraft.

The circular concrete ring is the turnabout for a twin mounted, 128 millimeter super-heavy anti-aircraft gun. This monster needed water cooling, hence the so-called kiddie wading pool plumbing. The rectangular steel hatches (made of a lost Nazi era alloy that remains unrusted to this day, some fifty years later) allow access to a high capacity ammunition hoist system that can feed the two shells a second appetite that this beast can deliver at the touch of a button. The barrels would be kept cool with recirculated water, which could also be used for fire fighting in the event of a near miss and subsequent ammunition fire.

The crew, ammunition storage, and machinery are all secured underground in a deep bunker, protected by an overhead cover of two meters of reinforced concrete. The weapon can be directed from underground. The crew could survive for up to a year on recycled air and canned food, and were safe from the expected atomic attack and radioactive fallout that the evil Americans would launch upon the peaceful city of Toronto in the event of Total War.

There are several exits from the flak bunker, for perimeter defence, re-supply, and commando operations. A detachment of Canadian Warmachine Regulars was to be deployed to the installation, supplemented by a local Milita kampfgruppe. When you are walking around the installation you may wonder why there are several drainage sewers located at the top of a hill. They are sally ports, that is why. The circular concrete knee high wall at the end of Oakcrest is a ballistic blast shield, behind which a 45 millimeter anti-tank gun could command the surrounding approaches.

Built by forced labor, casualties were high among the plumbers and carpenters when their lunch trailer became engulfed in an electrical fire. To maintain secrecy, their bodies were buried in a mass grave. This accounts for the lush plant growth and the few bones appearing at the hill slope along the east side of Woodbine.

The church that is built beside the air defence installation has been recently expanded. Given that church attendance has been in decline in Toronto for the last thirty years, this is strange. The new structure is just the right size for an Anhydrous Hydrazine * ready storage tank for a liquid fueled surface-to-air battery of the Hohenstauffen type. Maybe a type III, but most likely a type IIc. Most of the equipment from the original design can be used by this up-graded, multi-purpose weapons system. This installation may still be active. Neighbours in the area complain of tunneling sounds late at night.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.

see also Victoria Park Subway Station*

Victoria Park Subway Station

Wednesday, September 5th, 2007

Visitors to Toronto should spend a few moments appreciating the architecture and design of this classic 1950’s era public transit station.

Designed at the early stages of the cold war by a team of Nazi engineers, Victoria Park Subway station was designed for two purposes: public transit, and as a secret missile base to rain missiles down upon the hated United States.

Missiles were assembled in at a secret assembly facility, presently known as the Greenwood TTC yard. Here, the mighty Wotan-IIIB intermediate range rockets were lifted onto cribs; technicians, scientists, and workers in the underground facility worked under harsh yellow sodium lights. The rockets were moved by subway to Woodbine subway station where a deadly mixture of explosive metallic soap (called obliterite in the Wotan-IIIB; superseded by cataclysmite in the Wotan-IV prototype) was pumped into the nose and belly of these angels of death. The liquid fuel and rocket motor was surrounded by several pads of explosive to ensure maximum destruction.

Casualties among the fanatics making these weapons was high. To this day the subway walls are sooty and a dirty black from the carbonized remnants of human flesh and vaporized metal from several hellish infernos. Water pumped in from the pumping station at Ashbridges bay was used to flush the glowing slag and jagged splinters out into Lake Ontario during the night … the nights when the innocent peasants who lived upon the Scarborough Bluffs would remark that the Lake seemed to be boiling.

To the north east of the Victoria Park Subway Weapons Station is the Air Defence fortress of Crescent Town. Here, high above the ground, multi-barrelled 37 millimeter cannon would rain explosive steel upon any American aircraft foolish to come near. These cannon shells would rip the wings off any of the puny American aircraft, like a plumber ripping up a cardboard box to use as ass wipe on a construction site. These super weapons were designed by Herr Doktor Julius Sklumpfenklanger. As succeeding upper stories are reduced to gravel by a incessant rain of American bombs, the new upper layer is shoveled clean to become a weapons platform. Quite the testament to high hitlerian military engineering. The flak brigade based here were clones, using genetic material from renegade war criminals. They could be replaced quickly from regeneration vats located in the parking garage.

At the station itself, the final preparations were made. Hydrogen peroxide concentrate was pumped into the fuel tanks; Wotan was rolled out into the open area to the east of the station; a crane lifted the ultimate weapon erect in a phallic engineering sequence that aroused even the most jaded leather clad Nazi scientist. Then, with a roar worthy of Wagnerian opera, Wotan was sent high into the sky to fall down upon some American civilian target, far away. It was really quite beautiful, in a Nazi sort of way.

Alas, even the Iron Dream of Canadian militrism must come to an end. The Americans grovelled and kissed the boots of the all-powerful Canadian WarMachine. Trainloads of money rolled over the border and were used to fund a Canadian Welfare State. The weapons systems were dismantled and refashioned into public transit. The Nazi scientists were retired, one by one, to a life of comfort in a secret colony that exists to this day in Stratford, Ontario. Rumors have it that this is where Hitler spent his life in retirement after the Third Reich, watching secret performances of Wagnerian opera by torchlight. Bruno Gerussi was one of his favorite actors, too.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this at Mitchieville and DustMyBroom.