The world today is in absolute tatters.
Everywhere one looks, war, misery, chaos, riots, violence, government overreach and corruption are the rule, not the exception.
We are heading down the drain without even realizing we’re going straight to our own demise.
And yet we keep on going almost as if we were blindfolded, making a beeline for the precipice of our downfall.
Rafael Sabatini was a great polyglot and writer of the last age. The man was prodigious. Born in Italy, he chose to live his life and write his novels in good ole England, where he started his family, only to tragically experience his own son, a WW2 military air pilot, lose his life in a horrible crash. The man, can be said, lived a full life full of color and glory and ups and downs.
He was one of the true few heroes of my jeunesse. Sabatini animated my youth with the exploits, panache and heroism of his characters, chiefly among whom Captain Blood came to epitomize the best traits a man could wish to possess: sang froid, a cold clinical detachment akin to a consummate surgeon’s, yet coupled with a passion for life, love, and living to the full. Captain Blood was born in a day and age, where a Man could be low born, yet aspire and work towards becoming someone people end up writing songs about while they are alive.
A doctor who in 1685, while smoking his pipe and tending his geraniums in an English towne invaded by the armed volunteers of yet another pretender to the throne, and seeing the rebels gather and follow a sycophantic leader who could not give two shytes for his erstwhile acolytes, uttered the prophetic ejaculation:
“Quo, quo, scelesti, ruitis?”
Where, oh where do you rush, you scelerates?
This is exactly what I think of the world at large and in general.
And while I may not smoke my pipe, and since tending to any flowers in Quebec in November is a fool’s errand, I still echo his words with the same gusto, while I contemplate the rushing idiots on social media or in real life, who cannot be bothered to stop from reaching that precipice I evoked earlier. The more desperate will fight the rest for the doubtful privilege of being the first to experience the joys of terminal velocity on their way to the bottom of the pit.
Everywhere I look I see the same determined idiots trying to catalyze our way into a world war, by setting one after the other, one, two, even a thousand coals into the fire.
From rigged elections in Romania, to the War in Ukraine, to the one in Gaza, or the next one in Iran, to the ones in Africa nobody gives a flying buck about, or the attempted coup d’etat in Poland, the election theft in Brazil, or the maniacs in power from D.C. to Moscow, going through Bruxelles, Berlin, London, Paris, Madrid, Kyiv, New Delhi, Beijing, Pyongyang, or Jerusalem and Tehran, we are clearly being driven, nay we are knowingly rushing towards the entropy of World War 3.
But hey, as long as the powers that be get to cull us by a few billions and perhaps make us all into wards of the state happy to survive on their blasted Universal Basic Income, while we are reduced to doing nothing productive for a living, I guess it would have all been worth it… not.
I have often wondered what really happened to Polish President Lech Aleksander Kaczyński, who died in 2010, in a plane crash along with 96 other officials, members of Polish clergy, Polish military officers, and relatives of the Katyn massacre. At the time, I must confess, I was among those who believed that the goddamn Russkies had done it again, just as always.
In short, the whole command structure of Poland was wiped out in less than 10 seconds.
Needless to say, when I first heard the news, I was incensed. Pilot error and fog, they said, bugger that, said I! Whoever came up with lame explanations must have banked on the limitless supply of gullible NPCs going about their silly little lives. I never bought that lie. And this is why I think neither should you.
However, time passed and with it a fresh realization came. I started looking at such tragedies, accidents if you will, with the eyes of a prosecutor, using the lens of a lawyer. Blame it on Chicago P.D. and these two District Attorneys. Meet “Give me motive or give me a break!”
Crimes happen all the time around us: small, big, transparent, hidden, life-changing, victimless.
Criminals do them all the time. Sometime they also get away with murder, forget the pun.
When it comes to Prosecution, that’s when things get mighty interesting, bordering on fascinating. In order for a crime/criminal to be prosecuted, the District Attorney (America) and Crown Prosecutor (Canada) require the police investigators to provide them with basically three big things without which nothing happens, he cannot lay charges and the doer goes Scot free.
- Means i.e., physical ability, strength, skill, or tools/weapons necessary to commit the crime.
- Opportunity i.e., access, presence, and window of time/space required to actually carry out the act.
- Motive i.e., reason, desire, or impulse that drove the person to commit the crime (e.g., greed, jealousy, revenge, money, sexual gratification, etc.).
But even when all these preconditions are met and the DA is good at his job, they may not convince a judge/jury a defendant is guilty as charged. Justice is a fickle Blind Lady.
One would be hard pressed not to see that chief among these stands MOTIVE. This is central to every crime, every action lawful or not, every single human interaction. We do things, sometimes to others, because we have a reason to. That is why when something happens, you must ask yourselves a single question “Why”, “Waroum”, “Pourquoi”, “Por que”, “Per che”, “Pa Ci Mu”, “De ce”. And more importantly, who benefits from what is happening to you or in general from a situation arising, an accident occurring, or for any rhyme or reason.
WHO BENEFITS
Cui Bono should be the question on everybody’s lips. And yet it isn’t. Nobody seems to care.
Well, I do. This is why I keep writing this blog, because I care, and as long as I have my voice, I will keep using it to say what I think, even if I am sometimes wrong. And that is what I wish everybody did, and damn the consequences.
For everything that happens there is an underlying motive and a reason behind it. And it all happens because someone somewhere stands to benefit from whatever happened or is happening or will happen.
Take former Polish President, Lech Kaczyński‘s 2010 plane crash, for example. Investigators found that the pilots attempted to land at Smolensk Airport in heavy fog, with visibility reduced to 400 m. Now, I’m not a pilot and what I will say here, you must take with a lot of salt and spices. But 16 years ago, this modern Tupolev airplane was fully equipped with a Instrument Landing System (ILS) that allowed it to land in low-visibility, and yet it crashed on landing. There is no point pointing out that Autoland Systems allowing automatic instrument landing have been in use since the 1960s.
No matter. Let’s say the Russians or whoever did this played with the technical frequencies and made it crash on purpose. Moving on.
So, the plane crashes and kills Kaczynski, the founder of the Law and Justice Party (Prawo i Sprawiedliwość – PiS), that incidentally the current Polish President Karol Nawrocki also belongs to.
Oh boy, and this is where the plot thickens, I swear to you, I am not making this up. I am discovering or uncovering a big conspiracy as I write this. You know what, I will just put the facts down, and let you all decide what’s what. And as always, keep me straight, check all my assertions, fact-check me.
I just looked at the 2005 Polish presidential election. And guess who showed up: these two.
Ok. Moving on. I am not going to say nothing… yet.
Although the more I look at Tusk, the more I discover how right I was to peg him for a bloody Nazi. His grandfather, Josef Tusk, was a traitor to Poland, serving in the Wehrmacht during WW2. Tysk means German in Danish, for all you who were wondering. Wonder no more. Tak is thank you in Danish and Polish. Tusk is a Danzig German. The nerve on him to call himself a Pole. He is a German agent infiltrated at the core of the Polish state. His family put the T into Traitor and Treason.
Anyhow, a defeated presidential candidate Tusk managed to wiggle himself into power, and was appointed Prime Minister in 2007, by the same man who had bested him in 2005. But what happened in April 2010? President Lech Kaczyński is killed in the Smolensk air crash.
And then lo and behold, Bronislaw Komorowski, the freaking Speaker of the Sejm (Parliament) assumed the duties of acting head of state. But Komorowski was at the time, in 2010, the vice-chairman of the Civic Platform party, whose leader, wait for it… was none fucking other than the German Danzig Nazi piece of brown stuff, Donald Tusk.
This guy sure seems to play the long game.
Back to 2010 Presidential elections. After a short campaign, Komorowski beats the brother of the late Lech Kaczynski, Jaroslaw Kaczynski, and becomes the President of Poland. So the pro-EU, pro-gay rights, anti-Church Civic Platform party gets full power, with Komorowski serving as head of state and Tusk as head of government.
2015 comes and Andrzej Duda, the Law and Justice candidate (the party founded by Lech Kaczynski), beats Komorowski, becoming the President of Poland. Tusk is upset.
Five years pass and in 2020, the incumbent Duda beats the Civic Platform contender Rafal Trzaskowski. Tusk’s party is defeated once again. Tusk is outraged.
Fast forward to the present. It is now 2025. It’s been 10 years since Law and Justice patriots are in power. Pro-EU Civic Platform scoundrels are chaffing at the bit. And that is when this man comes along. Needless to say, but when Karol Nawrocki beat Rafal Trzaskowski, becoming the President of Poland, my heart rejoiced. I remember saying Recz Poszpolita! Bloody well, the Poles have done it again.
For you have to see it to believe it. This man is a guy after my taste. A straight shooter (again forgive my pun), a fighter, a man whose energy matches that of a country that has nothing to learn from a decadent, purulent, diseased West. Poland has a bright future under his leadership, of that I am sure. Upon coming to power and inheriting a war on his eastern flank, Nawrocki said that the country is disarmed. He said that only 1% of her citizens own a firearm. And while he counted himself among the lucky ones to own one, he set out to work to change that.
After only 18 months, civilian gun ownership is at an all time high in Poland, jumping from cca. 250,000 permits and 650,000 registered firearms in 2021 to 410,000 permits and 1,037,000 registered firearms in 2025. Current estimates indicate that this year 1.2 million firearms will be owned by 450k permit holders in the land of Poland.
To me, this signifies that the country is led by a man who understands freedom and security go hand in hand. And that it is up to the citizen to defend his country. And that in order to do so, he must have agency. And what is agency if not free will. And free will comes from God. And who is government to come between God and Man?!
That is the winning philosophy that got Nawrocki elected. And that is the man who Poland chose to lead her on during perilous times.
But in December 2023, after political gerrymandering and by inserting his coalition parties into the Sejm, Donald Tusk became Prime Minister again. And that is where things went awry. In late October 2026, he took advantage of President Nawrocki’s visit to Senegal, and when the head of state was en route to Africa, he stormed the Constitutional Court, illegally stuffing it with his own appointees (without the legal validation of the President), in a bid to get a majority of judges to sign off on changing the Polish Constitution to get rid of the Zloty and get into the Eurozone.
Not only that. This Tusk shill, at the behest of his Komandatura bosses in Berlin, attempted to go over the Presidential powers in order to make sure Polish border controls are dismantled and the wave of illegal migrants waiting in Belarus could destroy Poland just like they did and continue to do in Paris, Berlin, Milan, Brussels, London, Zurich, Basel.
And the plot only continues to thicken, mates. To recap, Tusk went ahead with his attempted coup d’état in order to achieve three goals:
- Open the borders to mass migration
- Get into the Eurozone
- Once the Euro replaced the Zloty (zolota meaning gold in RUS and POL), have Warsaw gold reserves moved to the European Central Bank, where else but in Frankfurt am Main. Quick stats: Poland ties Türkiye for gold reserves at 632-635 tonnes of Au (Rank 10 in the world); ECB currently holds 506 tonnes of gold bullion (15% of the 3,350 tonnes of German sovereign holdings). Q.E.D. I rest my case.
This is what Tusk’s agenda is. He wants to undo the will of the Polish people, clearly expressed last year when they elected Nawrocki as their President, and replace it with his own fiat will. He seeks to place his own pro-EU, pro-Berlin, globalist, woke judges on the Constitutional Court, to ensure Poland’s gold holdings are moved to Germany, He wants to adopt a worthless currency, and open Poland up to unbridled Muslim migration, antithetical to her traditional Christian values.
And this nefarious, evil agenda would have come to pass if not for the heroic, swift and determined action of President Nawrocki, who upon getting wind of Tusk’s illegal dealings, turned the plane around, landing unopposed by the military and police, back in Warsaw.
The man jumped into a car, going straight to the Constitutional Court, broke through, physically charging through the barrier, and stopping the conspiracy dead in its tracks. That is the leader Poland chose. It is the measure of his character that he rose up to the challenge and emerged victorious.
Compare and contrast the behavior of Polish authorities who did not stop the lawfully elected head of state from putting a stop to the illegal machinations of a corrupt, sellout, traitorous Prime Minister, against the ease with which Romanian politicians illegally annulled the results of the lawful and binding 2024 elections, disqualifying and throwing the AUR Candidate, Calin Georgescu, in jail on trumped up charges.
On one hand, we have a country and a man who stand up for themselves using the Law as a Shield against the Dragon of EU bureaucracy. On the other, a land of sycophants and sellouts who would trade their mother in for the chance to lick the behinds of Berlin and Brussels unelected officials. Makes me sick I was born in Romania.
So, hell yeah, Be like Poland!
Don’t be like Romania!
