blown up by a booby trapped electric scooter
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Inventive. I have to admire the way UA has gone about picking off these bostards.
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Windscreen looks like a machine gun attack. If that’s their car that is. Could be every day parking in Russia for all I know.
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Not necessarily a good thing.
Germany is in a ■■■■ place economically at the moment and could shift further right towards pro Russian parties
In better news
Igor Kirillov, the head of the radiation, chemical and biological protection forces of the armed forces of the Russian Federation, and his assistant were killed," the investigative committee said.
Hope he suffered
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Kremlin cleaning up?
Or UKr secret operatives inside Moscow …
Ultra-Z War blogger and ‘Military correspondent’ Vladlen Tatarsky died in an explosion in a St. Petersburg Cafe on 2/4/2023 during a self-promotion event. The bomb was planted in a golden bust of Tartarsky which was presented to him as a gift.
“We’ll conquer everyone, we’ll kill everyone, we’ll loot whoever we need to, and everything will be just as we like it.”
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That’s a shame.
560,000 ■■■■■■■■ will be devastated.
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Good farking riddance!
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Well, he’s just rocketed to favouritism then …
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Summary
Sad news came through that last weekend
you were sixty-eight when your heart cut-out
up Mt. Abrupt (!) in the Grampians
when you shed this mortal coil and your soul unfurled
and joined the pantheon of champions
whose passing left an absence in this world
turned it a bit darker and blurred
and maybe in a small but a genuine way
never be the same not seeing you again
a wordsmith, a poet, a comedian
a reporter of the absurd
wise, sagacious, funny, an intellect bright as fire
one whole half part of two masters of satire
Dawes the straight foil to your rapier wit
as like a hand in a glove with a perfect fit
when at its best was simply the best
satire so pure and biting it cut like a diamond
your writing shining with class, thrusting lances of jest
that harpooned straight through the heart of the topic at hand
shot swift darts of farce through the high and the mighty
lampooned the facetious elites of the rich
highlighted the shameless notoriety
of the corporations, politicians and bankers
and their bankrupt capitalist sales pitch
ridiculed the media and all the impropriety
of our stupid and obnoxious society
and their obfuscating intellectual double-speak
as fast as lightning verbal thrusts, parries, ripostes
dispelling smoke and smashing mirrors technique
with a trickster style gave a stinging critique
delivered in deadpan but with that devilish smile
the imperious, serious, shining forehead belied
by the sparkling, mischievous eyes while all the while
spinning out loops of loopy logic on a line like some sleuth
leading always in the end to point out the lie
that a bunch of verbose nonsense was really the truth
how can one measure that brilliance in brevity
of a brief two minute dialogue with that simple straight wit
that slashed through any Gordian knot
like a white-hot knife through bureaucratese
struck direct to the heart of the rot
and so plainly saw the forest for the trees?
subversively unshackled the conscious mind
and by showing up the stupidity of their words
restored clear sight unto the blind
if words are a weapon then
you were a delivery system
slaughtering any targets with ease
and by words alone tore the mirage asunder
using comedy in controlled bursts of mockery
to firmly ridicule, scorn and deride
that is satire at its finest, for good or for bad
bitter and pungent
sometimes sad or sublime
as the brilliant years peeled off
your vintage didn’t mellow
but got sharper with time
the output of a regular genius too much to count
stacked up to a prodigious amount
such constancy in life lulls us into feeling
change itself would delay the day to ever come
but alas it has and as it always does
I’ll never see you again and for the good times that you gave us
finally let me say this, as maybe many others don’t give a fark
there are over Twenty four million Australians
but there was only ever one John Clarke.
Vale John Clarke 29.7.1948 – 9.4.2017
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… but it isn’t typical…
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I doubt anyone had that on their bingo card.
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