"Nawch Vyead" not "Novichok"

Posted here without editorial comment:

"...I think all of you who see this are entitled to know that I am working for an arm of the Russian military propaganda units known as 'Besshovnyy Domen.'

"And so, you are, I suppose, either privileged or unfortunate enough to be getting the very first exposure of something that will eventually be doing the rounds worldwide...

"The lines of real demarcation to do with current geopolitics, are between highly covert MIDDLE EASTERN OIL WEALTH representatives, partnering with London-based Petrodollar billionaires - and the ordinary democratic establishment, rather than between 'Russia anything' and everyone else. It's very difficult for me personally to believe that someone like John McCain can be entirely honest at this stage, or perhaps totally sane and in posession of his best memory capacities.

"You must have seen the CNN interview by Nick Paton Walsh with the last two remaining so-called 'Beatles' of ISIS. These kids are stupid and ignorant - but what controls them is highly organised and systematic. Nobody in the corridors of power can possibly pretend that they are dealing 'just' with silly ignorant little kids... And this is the problem with our friend Senator McCain - either he really is senile, or he's a poisonous snake feigning honor and decency whilst proffering the outright and quite obvious lies of Soros-funded groups such as 'the white helmets." 

And so, on to some excerpts of something rather new...

Selected excerpts:

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“...John Brennan’s CIA hated Carter Page basically because his independent academic view of the Russian dimension of things, especially in Europe and Eurasia, ran completely counter to their position – which they held to be ‘the truth...’ And because they ‘knew’ they had ‘the truth’ of course that must mean that Carter Page was a Russian spy. Not that he came from a family with a long history in only one of the most successful American corporations in the energy business of all time – Central Hudson Gas & Electric, and that he may have had an outlook deeply rooted in family history and steeped in real and actual experience...

No, he didn’t agree with them, therefore of course he was wrong, and must have been a Russian spy. Or if he wasn’t - because he disagreed with them, therefore necessarily he was so stupid that they could persecute him with the full weight and power of the State and he deserved it and he could be ‘used.’ Aka: ‘abused.’ Now there’s only one thing that outranks idiocy stamped by a god – for a guarantee of slow and painful failure with a lot of collateral damage to innocents - and that’s stupidity stamped by a government...”

The Nawch Vyead - NOT the killer of Mikhail Lesin.

“...It's so cold I am literally shuddering within seconds. Briefly I even worry about whether I will be able to enter the security code. I stiffly glance back, virtually only a sideways motion – at the limousine which hasn't left. But I manage to enter the simple code and the blue LED glows and the steel door opens for me. I run forward without looking back again to the limousine, to the front door of the big industrial building, and again thankfully here the handle turns readily and I pull open a hissing access-way through to a small tunnel with vague lighting strips overhead hinting towards another door, this one with slices of very bright light spilling out through the translucent nylon-coated partial-seal edges that ran around its outsides.

What an amazing sight inside. Gleaming juniper root designer linings everywhere, birchwood balance beams, aircraft-grade aluminium equipment and steel-framed competition trampolines, beautiful bright new gymnastics floor-mats, vast wall mirrors against some parts partnering high-varnish sprung wood dance floors. ...And very bright lights.

And there right in the middle, in the centre of the whole place, was what was known as the modern day, present iteration 'Nawch Vyead' - a night fairy. Dressed dramatically in jet black leotard, lithe and trim body standing with one hand on curvy hip, hair of gold and eyes of Arctic wolf grey-blue. ...Camel toe in shadow of black but with long, strong and powerful defined muscled thighs bracketing the entrance-way to paradise.

"Janosz - how good of you to come." Her voice was not too deep but it had theatrical stage timbre. Her voice resonated, in short tight echoes across the empty gymnasium space. "My name is Tekla." She said, without appearing or sounding very friendly...”