WWW.COSMICDRIFTER.COM
September 19, 2019 in Auto-biographical (spiritual quest)

(intended personal writer’s aid/archive for stories on theme of “The Great Cosmic Kindness”)
(a mellow, soft spoken, non-dogmatic, kind of spiritual quest/searching)
(click on any link) (*** = follow up story planned)
See also Gab.com group: “The Great Cosmic Kindness”
One awful racket
The problem of Christian Inferiority in relation to the Jews
The Machine in the Desert
Comfortable in my skin
A thought hovers
Sabbath Morning
Cosmic Wanderer Aug 26,2019 Kindness. Armed.
Cosmic Wanderer Aug 22, 2019 On gentle people
*** Cosmic Wanderer Aug 20, 2019 “Wait”, said the Pebble.
Cosmic Wanderer Aug 19, 2019 Spit, hiss & sputter-in-the-Dark
Cosmic Wanderer Aug 8, 2019 The Sink
Cosmic Wanderer Aug 6, 2019 Persistent Sense
Floater Me
*** The Matchstick
On getting Angry
Question: “Is kindness only within the mind?”
On GAB, and ‘diddley squat’
Greetings, Pilgrim!
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Holocaust or Holohoax
September 17, 2019 in Other Authors
September 17, 2019
If you are not familiar with the social networking group “GAB”, I recommend you take a visit there. This morning the site is once again under massive attack, presumably DDOS. Depending on your experience, outlook, and politics this is either a sad thing, a good thing, or a who-cares-anyway non-issue.
I care. But then I have made many useful contacts there, and I help admin several groups. Chief among which are:
“The Coming European Civil War(s)”
and
“The Holocaust: Fact, Fiction, or a Mix of both?”
I have posted a lot there. The first group has over 3,000 members from all over the world.
But we have problems. Let's look at them in turn.
1) GAB goes down a lot.
The cynics allege incompetence in the design. Most of us however believe the founder, Andrew Torba, that the problem is massive sabotage. Denial-of-Service bot attacks. And most of us also suspect that's because an open and free Internet is seen as threat. By who, you ask? That's a whole discussion. We'll get into it.
2) The site is great for making contacts, getting responses, but bad for archiving.
What happens on the GOOD side, is that you can post something, and have dozens of reactions in a matter of minutes. You will quickly fall in with smart people who know more than you do,
in specific areas, and you will learn a lot. I know I did. The BAD side is that everything gets BURIED. That's a common complaint, not just about GAB. Trying finding stuff back. It's… down THERE…. somewhere.
GAB is great for immediate response.
GAB is cr*p for information retrieval or archiving.
3) Memes.
I have a love-hate relationship with memes, and people who post them. Often they are kind of “funny-ha-ha”,(“and now please go away”). But no, (wait-for-it, wait-for-it) he's going to be back with another twenty memes. Adding to the almighty clutter. Sometimes I wonder: “Does the whole world not read anymore? They only look at MEMES?” I once made a slightly negative comment about memes. Holy Moly. Venom poured down on me.
Then again… once in a while, I see a meme that has me sitting up. (“Is that TRUE? I didn't know that…”). And I have gone off and researched it, and (blow me down), the meme artist was right, and damn right.
So there IS a place for memes.
Conclusion:
I'm going to try and develop a better retrieval database & archiving system for my stuff (for starters) here on Writers' Harbor. I don't know exactly how that's going to work out, at all, but I have in mind a page like www.chopperstories.com
And we'll go from there.

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on September 17, 2019, 1:16 pm
Patriot's Diary 4/3/19 "Cotton Wool Christians"
April 14, 2019 in Uncategorized
Patriot's Diary 4/3/2019
Cotton wool Christians
We seek the truth, to understand the world around us, and our humble role in unfolding events. I quietly marvel at the quiet realization that I have slowly come to the absolute conviction that the Bible is -simply- true. That's not to say that I don't often prefer the intellectual company of intelligent Atheists and Agnostics. Compared with an all too common form of Absent Christian. Absent from what?
The world, dammit.
I met one the other night. And I listened. And listened. And got to listen some more. As he revealed amazing knowledge of biblical verses, and an ability to quote from memory endless passages. I could agree with much that he said. How Fallen Man endlessly manages to dishonor his own mind, his own body, the Creation, and the Creator. From all manner of sexual and ethical perversions, to self mutilation, to reckless disregard for Nature, to a snooty, pseudo intellectual, curt dismissal of all that can not be easily seen, measured, and preferably, owned, bought, or sold. For profit. I could agree with him on the interpretation of much of Paul's writings. However, you know there is a 'but' coming, right?
But.
How in f**k's name can you NOT even have HEARD of the New Zealand mosque massacre? And, when informed, casually dismiss it with a grand wave of the hand? How can you be totally disinterested in what is happening in Europe? What is happening in the US? The deliberate collapsing of the old Order, the systematic usurping of Power, the strategy of cynical flooding of voter boxes with known-to-be illegal votes? Driving licenses first, (for 'safety') and then the automatic enrollment as a voter? No border wall, just flood 'em all in, regardless of massive repercussions? In terms of crime, the dilution of Americans' votes, communicable diseases, pressure on welfare and housing budgets, to mention but a few crying concerns?
Answer: easy, it seems. Let's paraphrase the long sermon. That I listened to. In silence. (couldn't get a word in edge-wise, mate)
“I am saved. I love Jesus. Man's intellect means nothing. The mind of God is so far above the mind of Man, you can't even draw a comparison. I am saved. Are you? I have my doubts, Francis. You are working in the flesh. Out of your own efforts. relying on your own works. Are you saved? Truly? Do you understand the blood on the cross? It's about time, you know! How old are you?”
The polite guest, I held my tongue. Maybe a benefit of age, scars, and some experience..What MIGHT I have said?
How about:
“Dude. Your mind is so far up in the clouds they need to place a warning on the aviation charts, in case some airliner full of passengers runs smack into your swollen head. Could be nasty. You are floating up there, deliciously saved, all wrapped in cozy white cotton wool. You are so securely comfortable, that you have disengaged from this world. Well, guess what. Some of us believe there is no glory, no purpose, no possible gain, from allowing ourselves to be steamrollered over. We see what will happen to our children and our grandchildren, if we just float about singing psalms. God gave us hands to offer our neighbor in peace, and a fist to clean his clock, and knock his lights out if he touches our daughter. God gave us compassion, for sure, but he also gave us courage and determination. I'm sorry, but I shall NOT go meekly into the night. I shall NOT sit idly by, and watch my ancestral homelands over run and destroyed, in the blink of an eye. By a diabolical three-way combination:
*** that alien, sick, genocidal, often brutish sham-religious cult of Islam,
*** a supporting element of International Talmudic Jewry, ranging from ruthless secular financiers to religious apocalyptic fruit cakes
*** an effeminate Home Front, full of Historically illiterate players, whose every 'pitifully naive' feel-good PC utterance makes us cringe. Get a GRIP.
I, wretch that I am, shall advocate for furious resistance. Intellectual, philosophical, and if necessary, militarily.
Let the paramilitaries, who we shall something else of course, (more nice), arise, re-arm, and prepare for what is obviously coming. Did you see the photos of those stockpiled weapons seizures in the German mosques? Never mind my etchings, wanna see my CNC computer-mill home manufactured fire arms?
I think Jesus (remember the money-lenders in the temple?) will approve.
I'll bet my eternal life on it.”
Francis M.
Patriot's Diary 4/4/19 "The essential tactics of flung dung"
April 14, 2019 in Uncategorized
Patriot's Diary 4/4/2019
The essential tactics of Flung Dung
SEE LINK: FRENCH GOVERNMENT GRANTS PERMISSION for soldiers to OPEN FIRE ON YELLOW VESTS
Two issues here:
Purely from an academic, observational point of view.
1) Flung dung
I've been watching for greater sophistication, and some kind of PIVOT in the yellow vests' TACTICS, to catch the massing Government bully response off guard. I still think meeting in large numbers in (the same) public spaces shows a stubborn determination, a laudable we-won't-be-defeated-tenacity, but comes with a price. We know what Sun Tzu ('Art of War') says on the subject of picking the battlefield. Don't let the enemy get too comfortable. Preferably, don't let the enemy even choose the battlefield. In this case, one tactic would be to organize hand picked members into defined formations. Escadrilles A,B,C,D, etc.
The size of the Escadrille might be a mere dozen, or fifty. The size is less important than the imperative resistance to infiltration. The ability to quickly field a number of different units, which quickly 'take out' defined political targets, likely Government buildings, with the weapons of choice. paint, fire bombs, hopper-delivered (or flung) farm manure (“flung dung”), or, if the above mentioned dead protesters occur, something retaliatory – and worse. Those interested in History, especially the tactics of insurgency, will see parallels of course to other “flying columns” used elsewhere. The aim is to keep the enemy exhausted, unsure, and demoralized. Not to mention soundly beaten at his weakest points. The challenge as always is to resist infiltration, and work on speed and flexibility. To hit, even destroy, a Government building hard and fast can be done in under twenty minutes. By the time the cumbersome response comes along, the Escadrille has long since melted away, whilst several other Escadrilles are monitoring, and poised to pounce, on other key targets.
Such a much more fluid disposition of Yellow Vest assets, reacting to battlefield changes as they occur from minute-to-minute, we have not yet seen. With the persecution of YV leaders only bound to get a lot worse, and the existence of a central controlling body ('Yellow Vest Council'), both an asset AND a liability, we continue to predict a cell-based popular movement evolving, with only the cell leaders communicating to formulate tactical responses. We also continue to predict that such a cell-based popular organisation will unite under Internet located ideological declarations. Another practical problem to overcome will be the monitoring of cell phones, the interruption of cell service, and the need for oft changing code.
2) Lethal Force
The French Government is clearly haughty, alienated and snottily aloof. The French castle reportedly being fastidiously restored by Mrs Macron may serve as a potent symbol of an elitist mindset. One is tempted to write that they care not for the wishes of its people. But of course, as we know, that would be a mistake. They care very much about THEIR people: the NWO, the secret societies, the apocalyptic Talmudians, the Rothschildts, and the ones Macron is seeing skiing and frolicking with up in the Alps. Beware, messieurs, what vicious monster you arouse, when you pull the trigger. History can be changed, and HAS been changed, by a mere few hundred armed and totally committed paramilitaries, facing what appeared to be at the time, overwhelming odds.
We predict that lethal force, regrettably, will in due course be firmly answered – with lethal force.
Francis M.
Last edited by Francis Meyrick on April 14, 2019, 7:12 am
Patriot's Diary 4/5/19 "Who runs the World?"
April 13, 2019 in Uncategorized
Patriot's Diary 4/5/19
Who runs the world? And is trying to assert an IRON grip on all our minds?
The Manifesto of the New Zealand Mosque shooter should NOT be deleted off the Internet. It should not be made so, that even to discuss it is frowned upon in polite, PC kow-towing society.
Or made into a heinous FELONY to possess it or distribute it….??
What the HELL, you Kiwis?
Are we children? We can study all manner of History's rich offerings of Man's stupid, bestial, depraved and brutish. We can study serial killers and child molesters, watch horror movies (if that is your cuppa), and recoil in anguished delight (spilling our popcorn), whilst third rate actors chop off people's limbs, and gouge their eyes out, in some fifth rate B movie. No problem. Cannibalism? Sure. Decapitation? How many images would you like? Stoning women? You wanna see the blood and hear her screaming? No problem. All to the snackbar.
But “The Great Replacement”…? The document of the NZ mosque shooter?
Oh, no, no. That might hurt your eyes. It might give you nightmares. It might give you ideas. Tisk, tisk. heaven forbid. Don't you worry your little head, child, and WE Masters of the Universe will move heaven and earth to SCRUB it off the Internet. So you can quickly forget it ever happened.
Bollocks.
Who the blue blazes ARE these people who don't just pull the strings, but hover ever ready to yank the dancing puppet's heads off if they start thinking for themselves?
I have downloaded it, I have printed it off, and I am quietly studying it as we speak. I intend to comment on it in this group as we go along..
Thank you all, for your understanding.
download from here:
New Zealand Shooter's Manifesto
http://web.archive.org/web/20190315093951/https://assets.documentcloud.org/documents/5770516/The-Great-Replacement-New-Zealand-Shooter.pdf
Francis
Patriot's Diary 4/7/19 The Ever Returning Question
April 13, 2019 in Uncategorized
Patriot's Diary 4/7/19
The Ever Returning Question
If you scroll back through this group, as I do sometimes, you will see ONE particular question asked, in different forms, many times. It's an important one. It is fundamental. It will crucially decide how Europe will fare in the next few critical years. Here you go:
https://gab.com/nazipuncher/posts/bzIzUnpMN0hhYkQ1…
What do you think?
Here's my take: YES, indubitably, mon ami, and I'll tell you for why.
God, we are told, experiences a thousand years like a single day. We little humans, on the other hand, sometimes experience a day in our lives as a thousand years. Meaning that we look back, and see a seismic change occur in a very short period. I started out, many moons ago, as a Liberal Pacifist, desperately well meaning, hoping to save the world. I ran a youth club in Ghetto land, in darkest North Dublin, for juvenile delinquents. Fervently anti-violence, anti-gun, and I would have hugged a Jihadi with a pure heart. Moments before I bled to death from a stab to that same organ, I imagine. That was then, and this is now. The thousand year day arrived, a long time ago, when I was watching -from the shadows- people getting hurt, and even at risk of fatal injury. It was a very ugly situation, degenerating quickly. My FIRST instinct, (raised on Kahlil Gibran's seminal work, “The Prophet”, and a steady diet of readings on Mahatma Gandhi, and a love of poetry) was to heroically interject myself between the parties, and solemnly intone some fine and noble sentiments. Maybe I would get seriously hurt, and then I could earn bonus points heroically lying in a hospital bed, being comforted by all the pretty University girls. I'd have flat out sex for weeks after, for sure. The trouble was, that spot had already been taken by no less than THREE heroes, doing a truly fine and moving Mahatma Gandhi job. Should I join them? Eh?
And all of a sudden, there come this rush of “Oh, F**k that!”
“What a load of cobblers.”
“This is nothing but a sophisticated excuse for cowardice!”
Enter the hormones, long suppressed genes kicked in, an ancient Celtic war cry, and I discovered that a broken billiard cue (after you headbutt the ugly basket trying to slug you with it), makes a handy tool for spreading poetry of a different kind. Dark poetry. Fists, feet, teeth, spitting mad… a fine sight I was. Needless to say, I also got disowned, and no sex with the pretty University girls, all of whom were shocked at the wild savage. But I prevented a lot of people getting hurt. I put a stop to that sh*t super quick. I remember a nice one-two I'm STILL proud of.
Now… I build guns on a CNC computer-mill set up, for academic research purposes, and I look back on a knowledge of shooting and fighting. And throwing a Law Enforcement helicopter around dark mountains, at night, on NVG, chasing bad guys, cranked over at some crazy angle, talking on three radios, and nonchalantly operating the Starburst spot light, and, for fun, making rude comments over the P.A.watching the K-9 do the biting bit.
Hey, I still write poetry.
My pojnt? Make a man mad enough, f**k with his wife and daughters, hurt his children, and watch what a vicious monster you will (suddenly) create. Those 'battle hardened Jihadis'? A bunch of thug-bullies, with minuscule IQ, zero empathy, very poor judgement, and too stupid to know
WHEN
not to light
the blue wick.
Francis Meyrick
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CECW – Trial Index
January 26, 2019 in Uncategorized

As per multiple requests, for your convenience, this is a trial index for articles posted under the 'WWW.GAB.AI' group “The Coming European Civil War(s)” You can either click on the underlined portion (it's a hyperlink) OR (if Gab goes down) click on the (planned) subsequent link, which will take you to an archived copy on my web site. Bear with me, as that second backup part will take a while. 
Patriot's Diary 4/7/19 “The Ever Returning Question” link: CECW
Patriot's Diary 4/5/19 “Who runs the World?” (and download link for NZ shooter's Manifesto) link: CECW
Patriot's Diary 4/4/19 “The Essential Tactics of Flung Dung” (French Government authorizing soldiers to shoot)
Patriot's Diary 4/3/19 “Cotton Wool Christians” (on being happily 'saved', super holy, and totally meek-passive)
Incognito 3: (1/23/19)
Incognito 2: (1/22/19)
Incognito 1: (1/21/19)
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No longer shall my heart be Quiet – Ch.5
June 2, 2018 in CECW-project
“No Longer shall my Heart be Quiet “
Chapter 5 – A taste of Hickory
It was so much fun. The highlight of an otherwise interminably boring day.
Sitting at the school gates, waiting for the pretty, shy young girls to come walking out.
In their black skirts. White blouses.
Openly leering, the high testosterone men, some already fully bearded and others yet aspiring to that distinction, enjoyed the privilege of their own language, that they knew none of the Kuffaar understood. They had long since become used to shouting loud encouragement to one another’s lurid fantasies:
“Mohammed! There’s your girl friend! Those big bazookas! Can you handle her? ”
Laughter.
“Shut up, Youssef! Just because you know you would suffocate with your dirty mouth between her knockers! ”
“Ah, but is that where your mouth would stay for very long, cousin? ”
The speaker stuck his tongue out dramatically, and proceeded to vibrate it between his lips suggestively.
Loud, raucous laughter.
“Omar! There’s your secret crush! Here she comes! Oh, my word, she’s all shy today! You want to fuck her? ”
Young Omar would blush, not yet fully hardened in the ways of the cruel, misogynist culture he had been born into. He would say nothing, and yet, unable to take his eyes off the timid Swedish blonde that demurely passed by, his mind whirled through a storm of adolescent, conflicting emotions. He partly longed to be her friend, and be gentle with her. But another urge made him wish to simply own her. Possess her.
Make insane love to her…
She passed by, eyes downcast, unable to understand the strange language, but acutely aware of the dark thrust. The daily gauntlet, that made going home such a fearful, demoralizing pursuit.
At the school windows, an older woman, sadly, watched the daily ritual. Her younger teacher colleagues no longer shared her outrage. They were more inclined to shrug their shoulders. There was nothing could be done about it. So why worry? In the past, many times, the school had called the cops. The Police then might or might not -eventually- put in a weary appearance. And try and look stern. Wag a finger. With increasing difficulty, clear the area. And then Law Enforcement would leave. Within minutes, Islam, the religion of Peace, would be back on station. Undaunted. Mocking. Cat calling. Sticking their tongues out. Literally and figuratively.
The fact that they had little to nothing else to do, apart from a little drug dealing, or some petty larceny, might have confirmed, to a neutral observer, the truth of the old adage about ‘idle hands’. Here then were, indeed, all the devil’s tools abundantly in evidence. From idle hands to a singular lack of their own female partners, an absence of work, Swedish language classes that were way too difficult, and a general sense of envy, bitterness and resentment.
In this Devil’s workshop there warred not merely an assortment of well worn tools, but a recurring dual theme that was 1400 years old. On the one hand, a taught, indeed, zealously imposed sense of absolute cultural and religious superiority over all dirty unbelievers.
On the other hand, the infuriating truth of raw observation of the hard, cold facts.
Those facts being firstly that the dirty unbelievers were not merely content in their vile unbelief, but -unbelievably- quite at peace within that state. And if that outrage was not bad enough, the second aspect of that resentment was the wealth and power that was concentrated in those very unbeliever hands!
But Allah, in his Mercy, (Blessed be his Name!), had seen fit to right many of those wrongs. A Muslim might smile. His knowledge of History was far superior to that of the vile Kaffeer.
A Muslim’s History lived. It breathed.
He knew. It was just a matter of time. Had not vast areas of the world already been steadily cleansed of the impure? Their dirty, conniving tribes, clans and families consigned to the ashes? Never to be heard from again? Had not the treacherous, scheming Armenians, 1.500.000 of them, as late as 1917, tasted the full wrath of the righteous?
Allahu Akbar!
Allah, in His Mercy, (Blessed be his Name!), would right all these wrongs. It was just a matter of time…
* * * * *
The three vans that screeched to a halt outside the school gates, drew puzzled glances, but no alarm. Even when the doors were thrown open, the ogling brigade merely looked. But when the black balaclavas erupted forth and charged, wielding pickaxe handles, their intent unmistakable, the mood changed instantly. In the mad panic to flee, screams of pains and the dull whack of Hickory on skulls alternated with curses and much wailing. Those unfortunate enough to trip and fall were shown no mercy.
A volley of vicious blows reduced Mohammed, Youssef and Omar from cat-calling heroes to stumbling, tripping, arms flailing, long distance sprint champions in a matter of seconds.
Behind the school windows, an older lady teacher, eyes opened wide in shock, observed everything.
* * * * *
The hysterical outrage had been instant. Local newspapers, never mind the wider, so-called ‘Liberal’ Media had seized on the school gates beat down as a terrible example of Islamophobia at its very worst. It was, of course, the work of violent white supremacists, neo-Nazis and dangerous Fascists. It would be opposed by the full weight of Government, and the combined Forces of Law and Order. After all, such violence represented a terrible blow to the crucial goal of cultural integration. The attack on peace loving immigrants, and unfortunate refugees, merely going about their daily business, exposed to the whole world the barbarism and Violent Nationalism that yet lingered, sadly, in the dark corners of an otherwise enlightened and Progressive Sweden.
Three of the victims, still in hospital with cracked skulls, wrapped in bloody bandages, were propped up in bed gingerly by solicitous nurses, and interviewed on local television. Tearfully, they professed their great love for Sweden and the Swedish people. They had, they said, been merely on the way to the Mosque, to pray, and found themselves viciously and without warning set upon by cruel predators. But they forgave, of course.
It was Islam’s way to forgive.
The TV Director had then given the ‘cut’ and remarked:
“Good! Excellent. We got all that. Tear-jerker. Perfect. ”
None of the bystanders had noticed the faint, crafty smile playing around the hovering Imam’s lips. He also was satisfied. His careful coaching beforehand had once again, paid magnificent dividends.
None of the Media made any reference to the school, the persistent problem of girls being harassed, the sexual innuendos and the ceaseless loitering. There was no mention of Muslim grooming gangs, skyrocketing rape statistics, or the objectification of young girls’ bodies. Nor would such an input have been wise.
For without a doubt, in multicultural, force-fed Sweden, it would have been, very simply phrased…
Not merely Career Ending.
More like Career Obliterating.
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