4:30 As far as I'm concerned, we should have buzzed the Eiffel Tower and dare that little bastard, Macron, to shoot them down. We don't have soldiers anymore. We don't have peacekeepers. They keep using the term warfighters. They mean it. We're here to fight a war. Do what needs to be done, get the f*** out of there, and then let the diplomats take over.
"I'm no diplomat!" Patton screams at Bedell Smith at the end of the movie. "Well, I'm no diplomat! I'm a combat soldier. That's all these jokers understand." He says this to Major General Walter Bedell Smith.
He, Patton, wasn't. He also knew that we were being betrayed, that we were being set up. At the end of WWII, it was a set up to continue British rule over the United States and over the world for another cycle of history. That cycle of history ended this morning. We are literally standing on the precipice of an entirely new world.
6:22 I want to go right back to the greatest story told on television. Because we're staring at it, right here, right now. You've watched Babylon 5, you know how important Coriana 6 is. That's the moment where the big ol' storyline of how the elder races have been manipulating humanity to bring them to a particular moment in time and they're still our parents in this abusive, narcissistic family system bullshit, and humanity stands up and goes, "Get the Hell out of our Galaxy! That's it. That's enough. You're done." And that is early in Season 4 of Babylon 5 and there are two seasons left, of course, to deal with the rot at home, the Civil War yet to be fought between the Remnant Forces that were everywhere in our society. They're right here in front of us, I've been warning you for weeks. This is where we are and that is the cost-based part of the entire conflict. So we're not done yet. The war is dead. Long live the war. Iran is dead. Long live Iran. Everybody out there on Twitter is seething and coping. It's funny. I knew something was about to break the last two days because everywhere I looked, Aleksander Dugin was tweeting up a f*cking storm, screaming about how the new world is coming, and all of this "Trump is the anti-Christ" bullshit. I had to suffer through this crap last year with Cornerstone. I had to watch my relationship with people I'd forged over years of hard work be sabotaged by evil, little, sniveling Muslim Canadians. Made me sick to my stomach. I got to watch grown men declare their loyalties everywhere. And I got to watch others, good-natured men of conscience and character be misled. And it's been nothing but a rollercoaster. Nothing but a rollercoaster. So, f*ck all of them. Not the men of conscience who had been misled, of course, you know who I'm talking about, but everybody else. I had to get into it with people who were clearly being amplified because they couldn't believe that we could get out of this. I had to fight obvious, completely obvious ant-posts to me. We had to fight everything. They threw it all at us--the kitchen sink, Tucker Carlson, Candace f*cking Owens screaming, "Oh, my God! Get rid of Trump! Kill him now!" If you couldn't hear the panic in their voices, hell, even the Germans surrendered with more f*cking dignity than these people. At the end of the day, Iran surrendered with more dignity than these people. And that's how you know who the real f*cking enemy is, or soon to be was. So I fully expect King Charles to come here, I mean "Sausage Fingers," on April 27th and bend the f*cking knee. And if he doesn't, if puts a word wrong, I expect him arrested.
