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This week Conspiracy Journal brings you such knee-biting stories as:

-  The Ghost of Vice President Wallace Warns: "It Can Happen Here" -
- Heating Up A Cold Theory -
- Satellites Show Signs of Radiation Damage in Southern Africa - 
-  Chupacabra? Strange Animal Found in Elmendorf -
AND -  Mysteries of the Deep at Lake Tahoe -

All these exciting stories and MORE in this weeks issue of
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Intellectual Sex by Panzerben

 

 

Patricia Farson, Our Features Editor has gathered this selection of human testimonials to the power of Intellectual Sex by Panzerben from all points of cyber compass of belief.

“I was the biggest cocoa-dragoon in Brentford. But after taking Panzerben’s course of Intellectual Sex, I now fix on UFOs, Martians, and the first milliseconds of the Big Bang. I look forward to the great rationalist Isaac Newton’s 10 million words on the Whore of Babylon  and his treatise on Alchemical Transformations.”

PS. Thanks to the Combat Diaries, I have thrown away the crutches of my mind.

Diana, South Kensington:

“I was at the Bethel a-weepin’ and a-wailing when the Good News came to me. I now have found true vision by the Green Humanoid of Bradford. No more crucifixions for me, brothers and sisters. I have found the True Path.”

Laura, Chiswick:

“It was the green humanoid of Bradford did it for me. I never looked a rationalisation in the face again. No more sceptical flagellation for me, thanks to Panzerben’s book, Intellectual Sex. I am healed.”

John, Manchester:

“After reading Intellectual Sex, all chapel depression left me. I took up my Brentford palliasse and walked out of the Leisure Centre never to return.”

Phillip, Shepherds Bush:

“I was a Brentford coffin-donkey until I discovered Panzerben’s Intellectual Sex. This book stands for healing without Jesus or the Sacred Monkeys of Bali. I now embrace the Beatles, black and white videos of Crossroads. I am now Whole again. Thank you dear Panzerben. You have painted the walls of my whited sepulchre for me. Not a pelican comes near me to shake my entertainment faith. My joy now knows no bounds.”

John, Glasgow:

“I was a Brentford Lutheran until I came across the Combat Diaries. I now follow the Path. I can vouch for Panzerben’s course of intellectual sex. Others have been rebirthed, or born again. I have been de-Brentfordised by Panzerben. Now I believe in a million impossible non-English things before breakfast. I have now even managed to out-image the Holy Ghost. He, She, or It has now been replaced by Perry Como, old Presley posters, and doctored photographs of the antlered subrette of Parsons Green. I am reconstructed. Praise the Alien!”

Glossary:         

                        coffin-donkey:              An English sceptic

                        Brentford:                    English sceptical HQ at the Leisure Centre

                        pelican:                       A dead coffin-donkey

 

Here is a typical purple passage from Chapter 1 of Intellectual Sex “Healing and Imagery:”

 

“I believe that the ideas of the hopelessly pretentious all-interpretive cosmological industry are created by some alien theatrical agency for their own fun and profit. Perhaps one of their prime time comic shows are about what humans can do when they try and produce images and metaphors from theoretical physics, Tensor Calculus or General Relativity. The aliens must laugh as human beings glamorize the possibilities and create wonderful intellectual sex from lepto-quarks to black holes, from microtubules to gravity waves. A good whore’s trick is to insist on superb accuracy. Here some titles that show the smart new intellectual pornography of our time:

 

And here is some essential cosmological reading to make you feel more ontologically secure:

Lonely Hearts of the Cosmos: The Story of the Scientific Quest for the Secret of the Universe by Dennis Overbye.

The First Three Minutes of the Universe by Stephen Weinberg.

 

Or perhaps you would like that just a little bit extra, sir? Well how about this nice little hard core number from James Trefil. Its title is Big Bang Physics from Before the First Millisecond to the Present Universe. No? Sorry, can’t go beyond the first millisecond, sir, we don’t do anything involving children or animals. If you really want more potent subversive filth, then go down that alley over there and pay through the nose for The Big Bang Never Happened, a classic of intellectual sex by Eric Learner, the subversive rat who doesn’t believe a single word of Hawking.

But wait a minute sir. Don’t leave the shop just yet. Something right up your street has just arrived. Now how about this from George Smoot, the author of Wrinkles in Time:

“By a ten-billionth of a trillionth of a second, inflation had expanded the universe (at an accelerating rate) a million trillion trillion times, and the temperature had fallen to below a billion billion billion degrees.” (page 284)

You like that sir? Makes the Green Humanoid of Bradford I sold you last week look fairly respectable, what? Thank you. £11.50 paperback from Little, Brown and Company. Enjoy your intellectual orgasm!

And of course we have antidotes, sir. If you want to come down quickly from such heights as the above because the wife’s solicitors are banging on the door, then we sell a very cheap but high powered dose of English Sceptical Ordinariness called Magonia magazine. This journal is guaranteed to demolish all erections within five seconds. Never be without a copy. Saves personal embarrassment and the carrying of a heavy mackintosh all summer long.

 

   Coming soon in Combat Diary 23

 

 

Fort, Kafka, and Meriel the Ghost Girl

 

Colin Bennett gives us a critical essay in the politics of explanations. He uses Charles Fort’s ideas of explanation structures to analyse two short stories, Franz Kafka’s The Giant Mole and David Halliwell’s Meriel the Ghost Girl.

 

The Dream Life of Prototypes Part 3

Secret Designs of the Third Reich

 

This feature by Colin Bennett is the third part of his enquiry into the mysteries of the prototypal form. It serves as an introduction to Secret Flying Discs of the Third Reich by Giesbert Nijhuis and Rob Arndt. The craft illustrated below is the  Horton Ho X (Ho XIIIb) of 1944. Fortunately all those reading this, it did not get off the drawing board.

 

Critiquing the Roswell Critics by Stanton Friedman

 

We have had not a few pyrotechnic shout-ups with Stanton in the past, main regarding his somewhat cavalier view of odds and sods, outsiders, dreamers, and non-conformists as “noise in the system.” However we did add on those public occasions the comment that Stanton is a brilliant man, and our leading UFO researcher. We thank him for his books and work on Roswell and his book Crash at Corona. We also thank him for bringing to the attention of the world the magical phenomenon of the “leaked” MJ-12 papers which purport to describe the UFO cover-up sustained for over half a century.

Stanton has given us permission to publish two of his recent papers, the first of which appears in this current Combat Diary 22.

Our opinion? Well we don’t think the MJ-12 papers are forgeries, or that they are from some Pentagon Deep Throat. We think that they are something far more interesting than these two options. In our opinion, the truth about the MJ-12 phenomenon lies in Borges’ story Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius in the collection Labyrinths. Borges’ idea lets Stanton, the Pentagon and indeed Kevin Randle off the hook as far as fact and fiction are concerned.  This approach to the MJ-12 phenomenon has been discussed in detail in Combat Diary 10 Chapter 3:  Majic 12: A Meditation, and viewers might like to have a look at that.

With a culture which largely speaking only gives us the binary choice between true and false, we will be forever blind to the infinite varieties of fuzzy states in between these two options. Fortean Postmodernism avoids the digital colonization of the two-option switches, and asks questions such as: is an advertisement, news broadcast, or indeed any state of mind real in the old Victorian sense of mechanistic objectivity? Both individual minds and cultures run on self-deception, hallucinations, mass suggestion, induced by vast systems of entertainment and engineered consumerism. As such, our world, rather like pre-relativistic physics, is no longer adequately described by simple ideas of quite separate facts and fictions. Our world is a world of quantum sociology, with virtual entanglements of every kind. Postmodernism sees everything as structures of information-flow between symbols and personality, culture and ideas, and the modelling, design, and development of all kinds of prototypal agendas. From Charles Fort to Barthes, Postmodernism has switched on the lights in the dark and morose world of facts and fictions and revealed both to be agendas in themselves. There are many who go so far as to say that those who do not hold Postmodern views are forced to go through the dying motions of late Victorian culture.

Just as Robert De Niro imitates the Mafia, and the Mafia in turn imitate Robert De Niro, the quantum physicists imitate the science fiction writers, who imitate the quantum physicists in turn. This situation is well expressed by Escher’s famous sketch:

 

With such thoughts in mind, we hope eventually to take a Postmodern look at a selection of the MJ-12 papers, including the Majestic-12 Group Special Operations Manual, whose sub-title is “Extraterrestrial Entities and Technology Recovery and Disposal.” We at the Combat Diaries are very much of the opinion that Postmodernism should get its hands dirty and plunge into important modern debates such as MJ-12 instead of being concerned in the main with art aesthetics and those impenetrable French philosophers that have given it a bad name.

Postmodernism is simple to define: it takes the view that all thought is media staging of one sort or another, whether it be an historical royal court or Marshall McLuhan’s electronic village. Up to this moment in time, the intellectual reference base of Ufological investigations has been far too restricted and insular. There has to be formed a New Ufology which takes into account modern theories of media and information, and the implications of cyber culture. The problem with MJ-12 investigators is that they have applied just two tools: fact and fiction. Now in a media world where everything is built of advertising structures, these twin late Victorian distinctions are useless as pre-relativistic physics was as regards a description of what was happening within the interior of the atom. Bless them, most of the MJ-12 investigators are scientists and engineers. With great respect, these are not the very best qualification as regards examining written texts is concerned. For example, the hidden drama beneath the verbal surface of literary expression needs to be examined.

Watch this space. An important debate is starting here. Now go to Information as Art Form by Betty Baxter (above). We need much more sophisticated equations to analyse a phenomenon such as MJ-12 in terms of image, symbol and metaphors within Personality, Agenda, and Society. Now please turn to Chapter 9 and read Richard Doyle’s article, The Alien is Under Construction, and we may be able to get somewhere as regards bringing the MJ-12 debate into wider focus.

So for bedtime reading folks, here are few banned channels of the new Cyber Matrix:

 

Whats New
... Times to the Present by Hartwig Hausdorf' to NEW UFO BOOKS Added '1998 Brazil' to
UFO PICTURES Added 'MJ-12 Operations Manual Page 1' to UFO PICTURES Added 'MJ ...
ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/AndyPage/whatsnew.htm - 28k - 11 Sep 2004 - Cached - Similar pages

UFOs: Majestic 12, Part 3
... (3)The latest of the MJ-12 documents, The MJ-12 Operations Manual arrived, also
on a roll of exposed 35mm film, at the home of Don Berliner, Stanton Friedman's ...
ufos.about.com/library/weekly/aa111197.htm - 27k - Cached - Similar pages

Paper Trail
... 35mm film in his mail that turned out to be pictures of pages from a document called
Majestic-12 Group Special Operations Manual: Extraterrestrial Entities and ...
ufos.about.com/library/weekly/aa122898.htm - 30k - Cached - Similar pages
[ More results from ufos.about.com ]

MJ12 Documents
 "EXTRATERRESTRIAL ENTITIES AND TECHNOLOGY, RECOVERY AND DISPOSAL (25 PAGES)". "Page
2". "Click on Diamond to Return to MJ12 Directory". setstats 1.
www.geocities.com/Athens/Crete/2546/mj1.html - 2k - Cached - Similar pages

Welcome To Our Downloads Section
... Memo From JFK On UFO's (127kb Approx) MJ12 Documents (373kb Approx) MJ12 On UFO
Sightings (2.0 Meg Approx) MJ12 Operations Manual (5.6 Meg Approx) MJ12 Special ...
www.hufos.karoo.net/downloads.html - 24k - Cached - Similar pages

Saucer Smear, April 24th, 1996
... Ret.) has written an interesting article in the Spring 1996 issue of the International
UFO Reporter, entitled "The MJ-12 Operations Manual: Another Forgery ...
www.martiansgohome.com/smear/v43/ss960425.htm - 27k - Cached - Similar pages

Part 1: MJ-12 SOM 1-01 [was Robert Todd on MJ-12]
... Thanks, Bob and Ryan Wood >Recently, a "Joint Statement" about the authenticity
of >the Special Operations Manual 1-01, "Extraterrestrial >Entities and ...
www.virtuallystrange.net/ ufo/updates/1999/apr/m02-009.shtml - 15k - Cached - Similar pages

Re: MJ-12 and Area 51
... subject to protocols? * 4. Mr. Randle, what makes you think that MJ-12
and the MJ-12 Operations Manual is bogus? >4.Kevin, to his ...
www.virtuallystrange.net/ ufo/updates/1996/dec/m13-008.shtml - 11k - Cached - Similar pages
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The SOM-01-1 Manual
... of recovery and site security described in the manual are inadequate ... areas, operational
security, and nuclear weapon accident/incident operations during field ...
www.roswellfiles.com/FOIA/SomManual.htm - 14k - Cached - Similar pages

majestic 12 conspiracy ufo classified
... 1994. He received a roll of film which contained 23 pages of a "Majestic-
12 Group Special Operations Manual", dated April 1954. The ...
roswell.fortunecity.com/skulls/37/majestic12.htm - 33k - Cached - Similar pages

 

 

Appreciations

 

From: MagickMirr@aol.com

Date: 09/14/04 16:01:39

To: sharkley1@panzerben1.fsworld.co.uk

Subject: Stay alert for interference on E.Macer-Story stuff

 

onslaught of the sane 

 

Hi Colin--

I have gradually been reading my way through Combat Diary 21, which is an interesting combo of people and topics. I am sure that your ongoing surrealist sense of humor puts you at least one step ahead of the opponents, who are using a form of fatalist surrealist aggression. Stay alert for this type of aggression in the situation of including my article "The Ultimate Customer of the Sacred Cow". There has been an onslaught of the sane in the last 48 hours. I discovered, for example, that someone had put the email address of my fluidice.com website as appended to a porno ad sent by email. These same types of email accompanied the Mallove murder Eugene//Eugenia attempt at black magickal forced synchronicity which I have noted on the Sarfatti list, in the review and in my recent paper for the USPA entitled "Beyond Raw Intuition"....

Best--Eugenia Macer-Story

 

it looks incredible!

 

From: Todd Pratum

Date: 09/17/04 19:37:06

To: Colin Bennett

Subject: Politics of the Imagination.

 

Dear Colin,
Just got your book today, it looks incredible!  I'll be reading it tonight with relish!  I feel so close to your perspective (as I understand it from a quick scan of the book).  I've always been involved with various heresies of thought, and have built up a huge library devoted to this subject, (over 12,000 volumes, for example I have every book--however small--by John Michell plus most of his periodical contributions, something I am very proud of).  My guiding idea has always been, like Fort, to study the anomaly, and this I have been doing since I was a child.  Nature, drugs (in the past), and books have helped but somehow I was born with an openness to the world that you must have also. But as the world becomes conceptually more constricted, I too have faltered.  It is the exceptional books like yours that help me regain my vision, and open further the doors of reality.  I can't believe I didn't hear about your book before, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised as I stopped reading Fortean Times a few years ago when they went commercial, and I don't belong to the Fort Society, (though I think I'll rejoin again now).  Anyway, thank you very much for the enormous amount of work you clearly put into this book

Best regards, Todd Pratum.  (P.S. I'll soon be sending you some catalogues for your delectation).

 


 

TODD LEIF PRATUM. Est.1981

Antiquarian & Scholarly Books

627 Vernon Street

Oakland, California 94610

Tel.  510.655.1281  Fax.  510.653.8694

Books Bought -- Catalogues Issued

 

From: Commander X

Date: 09/17/04 20:20:05

To: sharkley1@panzerben1.fsworld.co.uk

Subject: RE: enquiry

 

happy and honored

 

Hi Colin,

Good to hear from you.  We are happy and honored that you would want to

reproduce items from Conspiracy Journal.  Just knowing that you are thinking

of us makes us feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So, yes, feel free.  We are

always glad to help you out in anyway we can. Please keep us updated on what

is going on with you as well.

 

Thanks again and take care.

 

Tim Swartz

Editor, Conspiracy Journal

www.conspiracyjournal.com

 

enjoys reading

 

“I enjoy reading your Alternative Fortean Times”

Adam Parfrey, Feral House

 

 

 

 

Nubiles of the Combat Diaries

 

 

 

 

We are getting lots of photographs of wives and girl-friends sent in by appreciative addicts of the Alternative Fortean Times. Sometimes they bring them along for our resident photographer to shoot.

This new monthly spot is dedicated to that Great American Saint, Patriot and Hero, Hugh Heffner. He is the one man who saved the males of the world from pederasts giving Sunday Morning sermons and others who wail in night shirts with towels around their heads. In other words, we are not religious. Our belief is that we learn through pleasure, not suffering. Suffering only teaches people how to hate. Therefore this spot is for the delight of those still mad enough to dare to be free, and also those could not give a monkey’s running toss about any set ideas about how the universe works, sand grain by sand grain. The idea of someone saying that they are going to die for us is not worth a spew in Woolworth’s doorway. An offer of cheaper car-rentals or a box of cut-price bananas would be more appreciated than any idea that universal truth is something to do with good behaviour.

If we pray for anything, it is for the eternal discomfiture of those New Cromwellians who hate play, fantasy, inspiration, the absurd, and (above all things) the sacred ancient light of the magical imagination (at least that’s what we call it).

We say to those who do not like what follows, that quite frankly my dears, we don’t give a damn. Don’t worry Combat Viewers, we promise it won’t positively anatomical, because, though we are loth to admit it, we are as much full of 21st century fear as anyone else.

 

But without more ado, here to keep our metaphysics warm, is Fiona, the girl friend John of Gillingham.

 

         

 

Shot in the Combat Diaries studio by our resident photographer Colin Young. Watch out next month for shots of Joan the Wad, girl friend of Phillip of Leicester, in yet another example of our disgusting politically-incorrect behaviour. We always know how not to behave ourselves at the Combat Diaries, and bollocks to the New Cromwellians! We love doing all the wrong things, that’s what gives us our profound sense of mystical enlightenment (at least that’s what we call it).

 

The following is from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce. Stephen Daaelus finds Aphrodite risen from the sea-foam, and leaves the chains of Christianity behind him forever, finding the Greek goddess:

“A girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed into the likeness of a strange and beautiful seabird. Her long slender bare legs were delicate as crane’s and pure save where an emerald trail of seaweed had fastened itself as a sign upon the flesh. Her thighs, fuller and softer-hued as ivory, were bared almost to the hips, where the white fringes of her drawers were like feathering of soft white down.  Her slate-blue skirts were kilted boldly about her waist and dovetailed behind her.  Her bosom was as a bird’s, slight and soft as the breast of some dark-plumaged dove.  But her long fair hair was girlish: and girlish, and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty, her face.

 

She was alone and still, gazing out to sea; and when she felt his presence and the worship of his eyes her eyes turned to him in quiet sufferance of his gaze, without shame or wantonness.  Long, long she suffered his gaze and then quietly withdrew her eyes from his and bent them towards the stream, gently stirring the water with her foot hither and thither.  The first faint noise of gently moving water broke the silence, low and faint and whispering, faint as the bells of sleep; hither and thither, hither and thither; and a faint flame trembled on her cheek.  – Heavenly God!  Cried Stephen’s soul, in an outburst of profane joy.

 

He turned away from her suddenly and set off across the strand.  His cheeks were aflame; his body was aglow; his limbs were trembling.  On and on and on he strode, far out over the sands, singing wildly to the sea, crying to greet the advent of the life that had cried to him.

 

Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy.   Her eyes had called to him and his soul had leaped at the call.  To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life!  A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory.  On and on and on and on!

 

 

 

Public Announcement – Reward Offered!

 

Have you seen these men?

 

 

 

                    

           

The Leader                               The Strutting Tufty             Magonia Me Charlie

 

 

 A friend of the Alternative Fortean Times found the above photographs on an illustrated pamphlet blowing down Brentford High Street. Here is the text of this valuable piece of social history:

“The two men (left and right) are known fantasists and buffoons. They act often in a silly way, perform cart-wheels in the street, and see things that are not there in reality (reality is always hard, cold, painful, and destructive in any God-fearing society). They are wanted by Brentford Town Hall, who have banned the creation of all imagined, or partially-imagined things outside the official channels of proper media creation. This particular pair of gipsy bushmen are both wanted because they cannot distinguish between Fact and Fantasy, and are often found by the Veldt police with damned bibles of cargo-cult Charles Fort crammed into their loin-cloths. They are permanently on the run, and wander about in the bush, imagining themselves in worlds and situations that do not exist. They call this Dream Time. In this Neanderthal dimension, they appear to have phantom companions, and can be seen talking to them as if talking to themselves. If you see these men, inform the Magonia Sceptical Department of Brentford Town Hall immediately. Do not approach them, for their imaginings are dangerous and likely to infect people nearby, who might begin seeing the same devil-creatures as do they. The result of this is that ordinary citizens will begin to be suspicious of all the good things around them, and try to put their fists through solid concrete reality. Such eternal agents of discordia as those above spread confusion in the minds of ordinary folk, and spend their time mixing with arty-farty writers, artists, visionaries, the mad, and the so-called free. We do not want these dangerous people in our world.

We in Brentford are recruiting sane citizens who know only the sober dialectical truth of the factual world. Such will be sober, upright, controlled, and free of perverse transatlantic consumerist impurities, both in mind and body. (see UFOs and Ufology by Paul Devereaux and Peter Brookesmith, a bible for upright citizens of the Lutheran persuasion who practise exorcisms of all ritualist influence).

The man on the left is known as the Leader. Formerly a man of education, substance, and family, he has become the most dangerous bushman of all. He has a criminal nature, steals fruit, traps rabbits, and crosses ploughed land at will. He is incapable of being properly socialized. He associates with desperate raffish company who do not appear to give a flying f*** about the facts of life, never mind being properly integrated into the respectable community at large.

The man on the right is known as Magonia Me Charley, alias the Duke of Mendoza (another one of his many fantasy personas). He is a drifting Scottish Aboriginal found begging on the verge of motorways and high streets. He steals apples from under stalls, and dines in the Salvation Army Last Chance Depot just behind the Leisure Centre in Brentford. Like the Leader, Him Magonia Me Charley wears a baffled look as if not knowing where his world and culture have gone to in the face of invading white folk and their superior technology. Like the Leader again, he appears absorbed, the certain sign of a dangerous dream-time life of inner images. Wherever these degenerate anti-social types are found, they must be arrested and made to watch proper broadcast channels. They must be properly socialized, otherwise there is no knowing what might hop into the world unannounced through their dreadfully independent absorption with their inner world.

For the moral health, political guidance and proper eugenic education of the general public, we show here (centre, above) a man who serves as an example of uncontaminated Volk, or Factual Man. This is the Sheriff of Brentford, otherwise known as The Strutting Tufty of the John Pilger Leisure Centre, Brentford High Street.

Cut out this face, duplicate it and hand it out to your children, family, and workmates. It will serve as a candle in the dark when dreams, unreality, subversive thoughts, inspirations, far out ideas and (worse) dangerous “artistic” impulses come your way blown in from beyond Calais by blue chins, rampant dagoes, and weird white niggers from all points of the existential compass of race, class, and belief.

We are preparing a Little Red Strutting Tufty Book which will be of help and guidance when straying away from mundane English chapel thoughts. It will be given away free on each village green, to help keep decent citizens on the unimaginative factual level.  All straight English folks who love plain ordinariness, silent mediocrity, non-inspirational dullness, and provincial thinking of all town councillors, beadles, magistrates, and local vicars should not be without a copy.”

Yours sincerely,

Macaroon Albert

Secretary

 

THE BRENTFORD STRUTTING TUFFTY PROTECTION SOCIETY

 

Combat Editor’s Note: In addition to his duties in Brentford, the Strutting Tufty is the proud editor of a magazine in which ancient British eccentrics, hippy antiquarians, and yuppy sceptics swap rather jolly notes about talking lamp posts, pink frogs, and the disappearing hot-cross buns of Waddling Parva. They hold a yearly Unconvention in London, where there are more greying pony-tails per foot than at the Grand National. The prize act is always a stage Yorkshiremen who claims to have found reality. It’s all enough to make Gracie Fields rise up from the dead and puke in Harry Ramsden’s doorway.

All lost, tired, dull and middle-aged hippies should reserve their sticks of Blackpool rock now. The Combat Diaries team will be at the Unconvention 2004, distributing walking frames, monkey gland samples, and rates for Swiss whole body/mind rejuvenation clinics. The Leader has applied to give a paper entitled “Charles Fort as First Postmodern Politician” giving the view that Fort was much more than a supplier  of hippy chortles to English eccentrics of a certain age.  However, we have not heard anything about whether they want to do this yet. In the event of booking, our minder team (see above) will accompany The Leader, who will be attended by the congregation of the Church of Psychetronics (Elmbourne Road Branch) in Armoured Personnel Carriers hired from Budge of Retford, Nottingham.  

Watch this space!

 

 

 

New Feature

 

 

 

 

    

 

Future issues of the Combat Diaries will be featuring new developments in military, Intelligence, and computer technologies in great detail. The first is the history of the development of the F117 Nighthawk “stealth” fighter.

Other articles will be about the development of the British Experimental Armoured Force between the two World Wars, radar, and the construction and development of Alan Turing’s first digital computer that helped crack the German ENIGMA code. We are preparing also features on the brilliant TSR2 aircraft project, which in our opinion was sabotaged by communist fellow-travellers from the highest levels of the British government, one of whom is still alive (the man with the bushy eyebrows), and should be tried for espionage. Possibly he belonged to the same communist gang who allowed the export of 25 Rolls Royce Nene jet engines to the Soviet bloc in 1947. This advanced engine was used to established a basic model for all Soviet jet aircraft, particularly the Mig 15. 

The TSR2 was a product of British genius which would still have been RAF service and beating everything else in the skies some thirty-five years later. The Canadian Arrow fighter (which suffered the same fate at virtually the same time) will also be discussed in future issues. We have features planned on the formation of the old steam Navy, and also planned is a feature on post-war nuclear weapon development and deployment. The aim will be to gain a most detailed insight into the early formation of what General Eisenhower called the Military Industrial Complex. We will also be keeping viewers up to date on nano technology, teleportation, and exotic technologies now entering the “sanctioned” world. All these features will be lavishly illustrated, so order your copy of the Combat Diaries NOW!

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