Month: March 2017

Operation Biting, Part Two

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

A Triumph of Combined Operations

On 24 February 1942 Frost and his men finished packing the equipment containers for dispatch to RAF Thruxton in Hampshire, but the weather conditions were inappropriate to mount the raid.  February 27th was considered to be the last possible day to mount the operation, but weather conditions were still not ideal.  The naval force departed for France that afternoon and the paratroopers were ferried to Thruxton for the long, brooding wait until nightfall.  Group Captain Norman had a last O-group with Frost and told him there was snow lying on the other side of the Channel.  The Major was annoyed that this hadn’t been identified earlier so that they could have got their hands on white, camouflaged snowsuits.  Frost made a last tour of his men and then with a piper blasting out their various regimental marches, the raiders marched to their aircraft.

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Question Time with Going Postal, 30th March 2017

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

David Dimbleby chairs topical debate from Carlisle.

On the panel are Scottish Conservatives leader Ruth Davidson, Labour MP Lisa Nandy, Ukip leader Paul Nuttall, Unite general secretary Len McCluskey and the news editor of the Institute of Economic Affairs think tank, Kate Andrews.

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Lloyds of London ‘My Word is my Bond’ A Page in the Diary

Eraser of Love, Going Postal

6am: Unleash bowel movement Purging yesterdays Petrol washed translucent flake cocaine, continental lager and sundry sweet meats.

6.10am: Get up.

6.11am: Think about Killing Myself. Shower/power wank  while thinking of the Receptionists Feet , toe rings and Ankle Chain, thus processing remaining toxins down the plug hole.Catharsis Most Foul.Self worth at all time low.

6.45am: violent argument with wife.

7 am: No time for breakfast , off to work!.

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King’s Quest – Afterword

Cynic, Going Postal

Afterwards there were hard years. No one could still the tempests or feed all of the hungry. Greater sensitivity to nature, prompted by inner sources, may have helped mitigate some of the harshness. Greater honesty of administration and patriotic fellow feeling prompting effort and sharing certainly helped. The spirit of Wessex, if not the bodies of its inhabitants was greatly strengthened. In the presence of the King and his sword and the Wyvern standard and fire, all knew themselves to be united and to be of Wessex. No falsehood could pass for truth in the presence of the sword of truth. Wyvern shrines became widespread and it was invoked at the opening of all public business, as well as privately by people who sought guidance and desired some inner contact or some means to serve their Land, King and people.

There were some who, even in the presence of the King, the Sword and the Wyvern, still could not perceive or accept that there was anything beyond material appearances. Most of the scoffers had learned the error of their ways, but the spiritual defectives were sub-human monsters that could not be permitted to pollute and pervert Wessex by their continued existence, so they had had to be slaughtered. Even plants and animals had their own connections to the Otherworld, and did not deny their natures. Humans who fell below that level were an abomination.

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