Help, I’m In The Rabbit-Hole

A facebook friend, coincidentally also an actual friend, shared the following video to their page thing the other day, and so I watched it, being the sucker for a good conspiracy theory that I am.  Now I’m submerged in the 9/11 ‘research quagmire’, again… Should probably check if this clip has been debunked, but if you watch this while thinking “everything we know is wrong, and everything is fake”, well, don’t say I didn’t mention the rabbit-hole, and don’t blame me when you’re up well after 3a.m., skilfully dodging the reptilian shape-shifting world domination conspiracy sites in search of more … Continue reading Help, I’m In The Rabbit-Hole

HIGH SOCIETY: The Model-T Was Designed to Run on Hemp Fuel – Which Henry Ford Grew

Originally posted on RIELPOLITIK:
Source – thehempire.com – Rudolf Diesel, the inventor of the diesel engine, designed it to run on vegetable and seed oils like hemp; he actually ran the thing on peanut oil for the 1900 World’s Fair. Henry… Continue reading HIGH SOCIETY: The Model-T Was Designed to Run on Hemp Fuel – Which Henry Ford Grew

SITREP, Thanks and Hello

So, I’ve just returned, in the real world, tonight, from a week-long vacation to the subtropical wilds of the Brisbane region, some 1,500kms (~900+ miles) from home.  But now I’m back, and I’m already well-inebriated and right back in the groove.  Inspired by my mild intoxication, I thought a Situation Report of some sort was in order. Firstly – Thanks! & Hello! (not necessarily in that order): Hello(!) to new ‘followers’ (there has to be a better word for it, surely…), and thanks for stopping by and chancing your arm at maybe reading something else I write here in the … Continue reading SITREP, Thanks and Hello

Going Dark – An Assassination Tale

The time had come and then gone His task complete, he lowered the weight of the rifle to the ground Heart still racing, breathing shallow and rapid He tried to slow it down, and sucked icy air deep into his lungs It seemed the echo of the single shot he had fired was still rebounding Off cold concrete and empty roads Everything else was only silence As if he was alone in an artificial city Alone with his thumping heart And the numbness shared by his fingers, his face, his ears How much time would pass before they came for … Continue reading Going Dark – An Assassination Tale