by Flint Driscoll on April 15th, 2011
Speaking of the Toploader Project, Deathorfreedom61 asks whether I have any more hard details about the drone technology used by the terrorists to control and detonate their bomb-donkeys. Indeed I do, deathorfreedom61, and thanks for asking.
My old friend wonderboom41, with whom I have broken a lance or two over the years at the TerrorWatch moderated forum, has helped by providing me with the inside line on recent developments at the more hard-edged end of the tech-savvy security chat room spectrum.
Cross-referencing with certain chatter picked up by the NSA on twitter and “declassified” by wikileaks (I know, I know), it’s clear that coldwarbaby65 was correct when he concluded his masterful analysis of the topic at honestblogging.com by referencing lalaliberal’s confirmation that all known facts support my own hypothesis that, as certain highly-placed military sources told me on my last visit to the Embargoed Zone, simple logic demonstrates that the terrorists are now beyond doubt controlling the exploding donkeys using top-secret wire-guided neuro-electronic synapse mind-meld technology stolen by the Revolutionary Guard from secret US Navy bomb-dolphin field tests in the Shatt-al-Arab and then smuggled out to client death squads in various terrorist enclaves around the world, including the Embargoed Zone, Statten Island, Bexhill and Clondalkin.
For further proof, check out these recent exchanges from my own message board, which I’ve collated and redacted here. Also, follow me on twitter at @flintdriscoll. You guys can handle this stuff. The bad guys can’t.
by Flint Driscoll on April 17th, 2011
It has come to my attention that certain scurrilous allegations are being made in a new book about my recent exclusives revealing the existence of the deadly terrorist Toploader Project, and about the undercover mission which formed the basis for my ground-breaking investigations.
I won’t lower myself to repeat those slanders here, because I don’t want to use this high-profile blog to give them a far greater platform than they would otherwise enjoy. A powerful stench emanates from this fetid and puerile book, set in a fantasy world of the author’s prodigiously diseased and inventive imagination. The writer perhaps thinks he’s being amusing, but this is the most dishonest, least funny book I have ever read. That such a tissue of lies and bile could be distributed by a seemingly reputable publisher is to me simply quite stunning.
It is my understanding that the author of these base suggestions is a failed “old media” newspaper reporter, embittered at having been supplanted by the rise of independent web-based commentators and analysts such as myself. Let him and his kind know this: as always, we at blow-back.net intend to ignore everything you say. Deal with it, loser!!
by Flint Driscoll on April 21st, 2011
I had a lay-over of a couple of hours in Brussels airport last week, and it got me thinking about the Republicans’ shameful failure to go through with their solemn promise to close down the federal government once and for all. According to a guy who gave me a really nice neck massage in the VIP lounge, Belgium hasn’t had a federal government now for something like a year or something! And the place seemed to be doing just fine to me!
Seems to me we could learn a lot from the Belgians. Not bad for a country that was basically created just so the French, British and Prussian armies could have somewhere to shake out of marching formation, and limber up for the game. Speaking of Waterloo, it always seems to me that we were basically on the wrong side. The US was allied to France for most of that period – less said the better. What? I hear you say. Is Flint Driscoll of the Fightin’ Irish throwing his lot in with the Brits? No, sir. The Prussians, then as now, would be our natural allies. A warm and misunderstood people.
by Flint Driscoll on April 22nd, 2011
I have mixed feelings about the news that Barack Hussein Obama has finally authorized the deployment of killer robots to Libya. On the one hand, I have always been a major supporter of the expanded use of attack drones in modern warfare, and no one has greater admiration than I for the brave young men and women who operate these vital weapons of freedom. But why has Barack Hussein Obama left it so late? And will he go in hard enough? Each Predator drone (and I have reason to believe that we have even more potent shots in our locker) is able to deploy pin-point Hellfire missiles, right down the terrorists’ throats. More importantly, it can serve as an “eye in the sky”, identifying and designating targets for US aircraft (why oh why do we persist with this NATO farce?) which can then bomb from high altitude and at supersonic speed, protected, if need be, by Wild Weasel assets deploying HARM weapons against terrorist air defences. Nothing shouts justice like a one ton smart bomb.
But will the present administration have the guts to go the extra mile against Gaddaffi and his sub-Saharan henchmen? Frankly, I doubt it. And so do you.
by Flint Driscoll on April 27th, 2011
Tinker, tailor, soldier, embed: a photographic essay curated by Flint Driscoll
Well here it is, people. The one I’ve been promising you. The dog and pony show. As some of you will know, I recently went on a frontline embed with the world’s most elite, highly-trained and lavishly-equipped top-secret special forces unit, one which I understand is currently engaged, behind the scenes, in at least half a dozen conflicts world-wide. I am both honored and proud to be able to share these precious images with you!
A couple of caveats: because of the extreme secrecy of this unit, I had to agree not to reveal what it is called, or which government it serves (if any – my lips are sealed!). To protect their identities, as well as details of their equipment, uniform and training, I am not allowed to show you photographs of any of its members, or reveal the theater of warfare in which this particular operation was conducted.
Fortunately, I was packing a back-up camera that day (a Leica, natch), so my liaison officer – an old friend, let’s call him Captain Jones – was able to record my part in the operation for posterity. Look and learn, people!