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Dark Battleships of Fire
Soon coming to a thread near this one (well, this one to be precise), a dark and shadowed treatise/ horrific fascist rant on present and future military and naval developments and theory, mixed with reminiscences of the glory of imperialist spleandour!
Including the not really heralded nor long awaited 'Dreadnought 21 - A New Horizon' - a twisted amalgam of Clausewitz, Mahan, Machiavelli, Sun Tzu, and the most modest proposal since Swift! Come witness this unique and disturbing vision of dazzling degradation, this blueprint for empire, slavery, unlimited bouncer overs and naval gunfire support! Observe sentences that do not end with an exclamation mark!
Read some of the many favourable reviews this masterwork has received from global figures:
"Last night Polish forces opened fire once again on our territory...large piece of cheese...Herr Meridae'n's work is truly the product of a superior being, and I urge you all to read it, eat it, or at least invade France." - Adolf Hitler
"Mumblemumblemumblemumblemumblegruntmumbleincomprehensible
mumblebombNorthKoreamumblethicklyaccentedmumble. 5 stars!" - Henry Kissinger
"Perhaps the greatest composition on earth since Wagner's 'Ring'" - Anne of Cleves
"Had I been able to consult this piece during my attempted amphibious invasions of Japan, I might have never taken up crocheting worry beads and playing the biscuit game with Marco Polo" - Kublai Khan
"This...is...quite...interesting(sic)..." - Hendrik Verwoerd
"The driving force of my life...utter obedience...the musings are the product of a very, very ... (great)...mind." - Admiral Sir John Jellicoe
Rated T - All adults over the age of 18 must be accompanied by a uniformed blond member of the Meridae'n Jugend.
A small sneak preview: "...If this is so, then the cruiser is obsolete. The destroyer is obsolete. The frigate and corvette are obsolete. The carrier is obsolete, not to mention manned aircraft and ground forces. Such a line of criticism smacks of the faulty reasoning applied by Khrushchev as to the future direction of warfare in the 1950s, and belongs in the same place - in a dacha in the Lenin Hills, far from reality ..."
Dreadnought 21. Coming within the next few weeks, or in sections whenever the author can be bothered.
And now, we conclude with a jolly decent song.
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green
And was the holy lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills
And was Jerusalem builded there
Among those dark Satanic mills
Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in hand
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land
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What's easier to believe: that a guy was born without sex in the manner of several Greek demigods and grew up to be able to transmute liquids and alter his body density yet couldn't escape government execution, or that three freemasons in a vehicle made with aluminum foil in an era before digital technology escaped our atmosphere, landing on the moon, broadcasted from there, and then flew back without burning up?
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