Tasmanian Tigers, or Devils.? A shocking trip into the deadly and unknown....

[OATEK]

Machiavelli lives on.

 

[JohnM]

T-2d and counting...

 

[RooFlyer]

In the absence of understanding what was the evil intent,

You don't know the worst of it. The raspberries have almost finished.

On the other hand, the peaches are just coming on.

 

[mrs.dr.ron]

Will all this mayhem be over by the time I arrive on the Cherry Isle ????

 

[JohnM]

T-14 hours and counting...

Righto, men… err, err, let’s try that again.

Righto, [insert your gender as chosen for today*].

(*The drop-down box choice has become too long for feeble 64-bit computing systems to handle; you’ll have to enter it manually personually sieually zeually… oh, stuff it – just shove something in so you can move to the next QF NPS-that-nobody-reads box).

This is it! This is the big one. This is the real deal. This is where nations are forged. This is where legends are created. This is where heroes are born. This is where the Twittersphere becomes incandescent with rage. This is Instagram look at me heaven. This is influencer payday. This is Facebook fake news nirvana. This is a Tinder inferno. This is Bumble without the bumbling. This is Grindr with sparks.

Tomorrow at dawn, it’s over the top, engage the enemy, show no mercy, no safe space for snowflakes, no trigger warnings. This is exposure to prehistoric life.

Can you handle it? (Err, err, to cut out the trigger warning and safe space system overload, please: only Boomers and Gen X respond).

The outlook is grim:

But remember, the AFF Lord is on your side:

B,b,b,but forget defeatist LOTFAP riding in late to claim winning the war:

It’s up to us! Citizens from one side of the mainland to the other! The AFF world is watching! QF is standing by like a MQ-9 Reaper UAV to precisely deliver me to my target in A330 2K and B738 1C even in the face of flight shaming and offsets greenwashing.

That miserable speck of rock in the Southern Ocean and its pissant population can no longer be allowed to treat the rest of us with disdain and taunt and DISS us as they stuff scallops into pies and rule our way of life by sticking squid on sticks, run out of raspberries at the crucial time and pathetically claim that the cherries are late.

This asymmetric warfare. We are dealing with the grim reality of the paleolithic backwater. Why, they can’t even solve crime in that shadow of civilisation because there are no dental records and the DNA is all the same…

They are taking us for minions and fools!

This is the real deal! Civilisation must be imposed – or it’s Armageddon and extinction Tassie tiger style! They have no qualms, no conscience, no morality… nothing, down there.

They will take my wine only from my cold dead hands.

Err, err - but you’ll have to accept, should you pay the ultimate sacrifice, the realisation that 72 virgins** do not exist in that hippie nirvana dystopian inbred wilderness. This is beyond even the most fanciful afterlife nirvana dreams.

(**Of any of the myriad genders).

This is the defence of the world from further civilisation-destroying woke infiltration of darkmofoness, diversity toolkits, doxing, virtue signalling and political correctness by mad facilitators.

I am FULLY UPGRADED and LOCKED and LOADED:



But will early flights protect me from a pre-emptive strike by QF infiltrators tantalising me with kryptonite very loosely disguised as NP salad – even with the enhanced Lepidopteran bait?

Fellow citizens: are you with me?! If you’re not, then LOTFAP-style, that means you’re against me!

Push SG DYKWIAS aside, claim your rightful place in the priority boarding lane, demand no (shudder…) whY pax use the J toilet. WPs of the world must prevail, or our mission is imperilled by pre-attack infiltration.

LET’S ROLL!

 

[love_the_life]

Oooh, will this be fun for an old chook like me or will it send me to A & E with heart palpitations ????

 

[mrs.dr.ron]

Us old chooks will unite !!

 

[RooFlyer]

This is it! This is the big one. This is the real deal. This is where nations are forged. This is where legends are created. This is where heroes are born. This is where the Twittersphere becomes incandescent with rage. This is Instagram look at me heaven. This is influencer payday. This is Facebook fake news nirvana. This is a Tinder inferno. This is Bumble without the bumbling. This is Grindr with sparks.

Well, I'm just having a rather nice SA Riesling right now and watching the telly.

Is something happening?

 

[JohnM]

Dad's Army awaits!

 

[tgh]

On the one hand I am reluctant to feed the asininity......otoh.. it may be fun…carry on

 

[drron]

Unfortunately for the Geologist the mercenary Tassie Army doesn't arrive until late on Sunday night.
Too late to help defeat that imPERfect Botanist from the west.

 

[JohnM]

Bwaaahahaha! - that place will be a wasteland by Sunday night .

 

[TomVexille]

5 weeks until I head down there. Looks like I'll miss all the fun

 

[juddles]

Despite the Botanists feeble, although greatly entertaining, efforts at becoming the small guy, I am not deluded by his hype. His posts of other things are meaningless - there is only one true soundtrack that befits the coming days:

 

[juddles]

I have taken, on this eve, a moment to reflect. My weapons are ready. I have no delusions. I am strong.

Mark my words, within days the newly arisen evil Geo, aka "RooFlyer", will become a pitiful small voice that occasionally tries to seek pity from the masses of Good People in this forum. he will finally fall into the reasons he hides in the Dark isle anyway.

As for the dreaded Botanist, he yet again reveals weaknesses too soon...

I know that in this truly morbid age, even when I replace his (currently 30 year old) photo on Tinder and Grindr, with a graphic and disgusting image of just his decapitated head, he will still get advances - "likes", from all manner of perverse individuals. The internet allows such horrors and obscenities. Let his soul fester with this new pestilence in modern society.

I have my own truth-seer - call them a minder or a Gandalf. the true Prophesies are that I will emerge as the clear victor, the winner, the writer of history.

I am sure that there will be small gaps in the counting of this tale - as battles will dictate. But I am already writing drafts of my "winners speech" . That will not be long in coming...

 

[JohnM]

Boarded the first of the landing craft.

 

[RooFlyer]

there is only one true soundtrack that befits the coming days:

This version is more me:

 

[JohnM]

What destiny awaits the brave and heroic...?

 

[JohnM]

Will I return to PERfection unscarred...?

 

[JohnM]

Powering to destiny...