Perfidious Albion

The Department of Justice said that Thomas Markle “kept child sexual abuse material, including sexually explicit photographs of himself with prepubescent girls, in two Los Angeles-area storage units that he had rented for nearly two decades.”

White supremacy requires the comforting fantasy that Black people are incapable of civilization. This fantasy allows whites to avoid looking at their own bloody history of chattel slavery, genocide, global theft, reframing colonial destruction as a benevolent civilizing mission.

Karen calls the cops on a Black worker doing his job, and is surprised she is the one getting arrested. Abolitionheritage

When Black people and Other colonised peoples stop adopting a submissive posture, when they refuse to "worship" or seek validation from the white gaze, it triggers a profound crisis in the identity of the white race, often met with defensive anger or confusion. 🤣

Nine Floors. One Drone. The Stick Went In and Came Out the Other Side. Count the Ouches as 9 floors in Aramco’s financial building in the heart of Riyadh were taken out of service by a single drone. Aramco's financial building in the heart of Riyadh. Nine floors out of service. Not by a squadron. Not by a cruise missile barrage. By a single drone. Yalla, let's walk up the stairwell and count where the stick landed. Floor One: Ya Salam! The lobby. The marble. The reception desk where the badge says "Aramco Energy for Life." The drone took the ground floor out of the brochure. Ya salam, habibi, the "Energy for Life" now has a life-support problem. Where did it hit? Right in the branding. The brochure printers in Dubai are already on overtime. Floor Two: Wallah! Finance. The spreadsheets. The risk models that said the kingdom was "diversifying." Wallah, the diversification just got diversified. The risk model had one line item it forgot: the sky. Where did it hit? The actuaries. The men who priced Yemeni blood at zero just discovered their own floor was priced at zero too. Floor Three: Ya Wayl! Legal. The contracts. The force majeure clauses. Ya wayl, the lawyers are now reading their own boilerplate to see if "act of war" covers "act of drone arriving at the office." Where did it hit? The fine print. The fine print said the building was insured. The insurer is now in London reading the same clause and reaching for the whisky. Floor Four : Hasbunallah! Human resources. The org chart. The men who file the performance reviews. Hasbunallah, the HR department just became a casualty instead of a category. Where did it hit? The hiring pipeline. The nepotism network that staffed nine floors with cousins just lost nine floors of desks for the cousins. Floor Five: Ya Sabr! The executive suites. The leather chairs. The private elevators. Ya sabr, the men who never take the stairs just found out the stairs are the only exit. Where did it hit? The ego. A man who flies a private 747 to a meeting just learned his office is a fire hazard. Floor Six: Ya Bala! The data room. The servers. The cloud backups. Ya bala, the "cloud" was on the sixth floor the whole time, habibi. Where did it hit? The illusion. The cloud was never in the sky. It was in a building in Riyadh that a single drone just walked through. Floor Seven: Ya Haram! The board room. The long table. The portraits of the men who signed the war on Yemen. Ya haram, the portraits are now on the pavement, frames cracked, looking up at the sky they used to own. Where did it hit? The wall of power. The wall had nine floors of distance from the street. The distance just became zero. Floor Eight: Ya Allah! The security control room. The CCTV. The access logs. Ya Allah, the cameras were rolling. The footage exists. The footage shows a single drone arriving at the address of the money. Where did it hit? The record. The record is now a file in Sana'a. Floor Nine : Allahu Akbar! The roof. The executive helipad. The escape route. Allahu Akbar, the helipad is now a ventilation shaft. The escape route became the entry point. Where did it hit? The exit. The men who planned for every exit just discovered the drone used the entrance. Now the questions Did the stick hit the pervert king? No, habibi. The king's palace has its own air defence, its own radar, its own Patriot batteries, and its own insulated distance from the money. The drone didn't need the palace. It needed the building where the money lives. The palace is a decoy. The tower is the target. The king survives, and the money he lives on doesn't. That's the joke that isn't funny. Did it hit Mossad's eye? Mossad doesn't work in Riyadh. Mossad works in Dubai, Baku, Erbil, Manama, and the basement of a building in a Gulf capital that has no sign on the door. The drone hit the Saudi financial centre, not the Israeli intelligence station. But the intelligence station uses the same banking system, the same SWIFT codes, and the same insurers as the tower. When the tower goes dark, the clearing stops. The Mossad eye can't see through a closed bank. Did it hit Washington's secret? Washington's secret is that the oil-for-security bargain is a protection racket. The racket works only if the client believes the protection is real. Nine floors out of service is not a military defeat. It is a theological crisis for the racket. The client just discovered the protection doesn't cover the building where the protection is invoiced. That's the secret. The invoice just got returned to sender. Did it hit the CIA's hands? The CIA's hands are on the levers of the targeting system, the Palantir architecture, the data fusion, the Project Maven pipeline. Nine floors out of service means the data centre in Riyadh that feeds the fusion is out of service. The CIA's hands are still on the levers. The levers are attached to a machine that just lost nine floors of processing. Khallas, habibi. The hands are fine. The machine is not. The arithmetic nobody in Riyadh wants to do. One drone. Nine floors. The drone is a Yemeni-made system produced under a blockade. The building is an Aramco financial centre in the most protected capital in the region. The exchange rate is nine floors per drone. The kingdom has thousands of floors. Do the math, ya habibi. The arithmetic is not on the side of the floors. Nine ouches. One stick. One drone. One sky.