Badtraum2020

On a hot midsummer day in England in 2022 Matt Pike and his band, High on Fire,  made it rain. The tribes were gathering outside The Brudenell in Leeds and at first it looked like a pissing contest about who was wearing the most obscure band name t shirt. We all managed to squeeze into the sweaty venue when opening act Dvne ceremoniously set the scene with some virtuoso guitar playing and top level screaming. Well done. What we all wanted now though was the sonic Spetsnaz to drag Zelensky on stage, slap a Ukraine flag emoji to his forehead and hack his head off with a blunt longsword. In other words we wanted liberation! We wanted heavy 60 tonne tanks to roll over libtard eggshell minds and we wanted to hear them pop whilst leaving behind nothing but the red slime of insincerity and cowardice. The UK is now a big open air easy going prison and as High on Fire walk around Oakland California with Glocks concealed in lumberjack shirts. We English settle for home made shank...

At fifty two years of age I decided to go and join the army of Ukraine. The International Legion of Volunteers. Russia had invaded the country about a month before. This being the year 2022 nobody in their right minds believed the propaganda coming from the mainstream media. The COVID narrative had instilled fear in vast numbers of people. The virus proved to be a Trojan Horse for the elite rulers of the earth to smuggle through a vast takedown of the global populations freedoms. I was and remain proudly unvaxxed. Apart from one or two people I know our small group are the only ones who resisted the untested vaccine. It's like a bond we now share. We refused to be broken down by peer pressure and bullying. I have now seen a face of human nature to truly despise. The cowardly do gooder posing as virtuous. Well now that all the data about side effects is coming out how does it feel? So after the massive psyop that was COVID literally everyone's attention shifted to th...

The overexposure and saturation of COVID propaganda is a thick and creepy swamp to find yourself lost in. Why aren't the unvaxxed dying? Why are those with all the required jabs and boosters succumbing? Why are we being constantly gaslit to the point of insanity? Ok. If the NHS is really under threat from over use then maybe we should talk about immigration? Just try it and see how far you get. The elephant in the room for most liberals. Immigration. Might lead to people being sent back to countries of their own. Don't bet on it. Let's look at the word,,,Racism,,,and its power to instill fear in supposedly intelligent rational human beings. In group preference; the desire to favour your own. That's out as well. Until all your left with is a brittle mistrust for anyone who resembles yourself. What an advanced psyop has been used against the British people! Listen to them apologize in the streets and in shops, for being born. You and me are not the same. I fel...

After walking into the forest for a couple of hours, the trees started to thin out. The high trees still provided cover but the forest floor started to feel more spacious and allowed you to see further in front and around. My two rescuers beckoned for me to sit on a tree stump as the older youth made bird sounds into his hand. As a perfectly camouflaged trap door rose up from the forest floor. An older man climbed out of the mouth with what appeared to be two young women. They were all dressed in what looked like green military clothing and all three had shaven heads. The man did not speak until the young hunter presented him with the hard drives from the two drones and the disconnected missile. He at first held each object up to the light, fascinated, before handing them to his female companions. The missile though made him gurgle a strange cry of joy and he danced on the spot like a small child making the missile fly and go boom. He then hugged both the hunters and pointe...

After cycling what felt like forty seven miles of barbed wire, the wild green of leaves and trees exploded around me. Birds I had never seen or heard before screeched in pain or pleasure from the air. The path was disappearing now. Rocks and what felt like fine sand made it impossible to peddle through with my aching legs. I stood my bike up by a large Boulder and pulled off my mask. The sun was high and burning hot in the sky as I guessed the time to be about three o clock in the afternoon. I just heard a whirring and garbled robotic voice saying "Three pm yes, three pm." Before the vocal track disintegrated exhaustedly. It was a drone on its last legs. Only one of its four rotor blades seemed to be whirring with any life. I took off my sweat soaked t shirt and threw it over the camera eye on the front of the drone and stamped on its copter blades. They crunched underfoot and became motionless. As I picked up the unit it weighed maybe ten kilos I brought it crash...

Some escapes are planned meticulously beforehand and fail, whilst others work spontaneously first time.  This was a balls to the wall beginners victory. An art brut masterpiece. The orange juice delivery van was idling in the yard with us during our mandatory exercise time. It was white with a garish bright orange smiling sun smiling down on mankind from both sides of the van. I got in the cab and clipped in my seat belt. The vehicle was electric so I turned the key and pointed my sunshine torpedo at the prison wall. The wall was not a prison wall of quality. It was composed of wooden stakes. Corrugated metal, and barbed wire. "Sunshine" tore through it in one go like hot bullets through an ice cream house. I was free. I heard a terrible noise to my left and realised I was dragging some wood and wire. I parked up a couple of miles away and ran into the woods. The bushy green canopy erased me from earth, for the moment. It was hot. I ran and ran and at every stream...

Some got caught fleeing with fake vaccine passports. Some got betrayed by friends and family. Some even dressed as tramps and played the part in the city streets until drones rounded up everyone out of step with the government's message. After months spent in the camps trying to survive, the lucky winners were rehoused on toxic bombed out tracts of land no one wanted. The buildings used to rehouse the disobedient, the mad, the grief stricken and the other square pegs were best described as high security prisons with Butlins signs hanging on the gate. The message the government hoped to convey was that we we're holidaying at the taxpayers expense! No reporter or civilian was allowed inside. Once you crossed the threshold you didn't leave, ot at least that's how it's been for the last three years. Inside we were separated by gender. There were three genders: Male, female and trans. I was with the men and I had my own cell. I had books, painting equipment, ...