Nikola Newton

Cameraman is assaulted near end at 42:36, Patrick is assaulted off camera while attempting to defend his assistant.

Osric flees his accomplicity with treason into the hell of an enemy invasion.

Synopsis originally from YT channel named TheEndOfZion2

There were three men come out of the west
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn should die.
They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in,
Throwed clods on his head.
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead.

They've let him lie for a very long time
Till the rain from hea'en did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And soon amazed them all.
They've let him stand till midsummer day
Till he looked both pale and wan.
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man.

They've hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee.
They've rolled him and tied him by the waist,
Serving him most barbarously.
They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart.
And the loader, he served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart.

They've wheeled him round and around the field
Till they came into the barn
And there they've made a solemn mow
Of poor John Barleycorn.
They've hired men with the crab tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone,
And the miller, he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones.

Here's little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
And here's brandy in the glass
And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last.
For the huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn,
And the tinker, he can't mend kettles nor pots
Without a little barley corn.

Abridged Henry V soliloquy.

Srs Pep in my Kekibus.

Rise a Knight

Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,
Sae fam'd in martial story.
Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
An' Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England's province stands-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
What force or guile could not subdue,
Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitor's wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;
But English gold has been our bane -
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
O would, ere I had seen the day
That Treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour,
I'll mak this declaration;
We're bought and sold for English gold-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

In World War II the Chasseurs Ardennais took part in heavy fighting after Belgium was invaded on 10 May 1940; the Germans noted the fierce resistance of the Belgians and the Chasseurs Ardennais were no exception. In one engagement a 47mm antitank gun (Belgium Boar) destroyed or disabled five German tanks (Eagles).

Bud light advertising tough guy has more esoteric guns than frightened nerd, so don't be a nerd, drink brain cell inebriating and killing watered down piss called Bud Light and rely on "alien" or "government" guns to rescue you, and be sure to "Trust your Dad", as you longingly and reverently stare at the Rothschild owned Federal Reserve Bank of New York representing Daddy Government.

Pray, love, remember.

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Om. Gate Gate, Para-Gate, Para-Sam-Gate, Bodhi-Soha

Truth. Gone, gone, gone beyond, and gone far beyond, Enlightenment

All three parts contained herein.


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