The Feral Irishman

Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Thank you.

Monday, November 10, 2025

Must Be My Lucky Day! I'm Headed Over To Paris!.. BBL

Hello Dear,

First and foremost, I extend my apologies for reaching out to you
in this unsolicited manner. I understand that initiating contact
in this way may seem unconventional for establishing trust, but I
trust you'll appreciate the necessity of my actions. My name is
Francois Edmond, and I represent Societe Generale Bank here in
Paris, France.

I am writing to inform you about an opportunity regarding the
estate of one of our late clients, a British-born individual
involved in diamond and gold mining. Unfortunately, the client
passed away without any designated next of kin. Subsequently,
there exists a fixed deposit account in my bank totaling $57.5
million dollars.

My proposal to you is to present you as the next of kin to the
deceased, thereby enabling you to claim the aforementioned funds.
I assure you that I will facilitate the acquisition of all
necessary legal documents to legitimate this claim. Upon
successful completion, I am prepared to share the funds with you
on a 60/40 basis, with the entire process expected to be
finalized within 72 hours. Once the legal formalities are
complete, the bank will recognize you as the rightful recipient
and disburse the funds to you within three working days.

I believe that it is in both our interests to ensure these funds
are put to good use, rather than risk their confiscation by the
bank. If you are interested and can be relied upon to return my
agreed share once you have received the funds in your account,
please provide me with your full name, address, direct contact
number, and occupation for the processing of the necessary legal
documents. Further details will be provided upon your response.

I firmly believe that this opportunity could potentially be one
of the best decisions you will ever make. However, if you are not
inclined to pursue this offer, please disregard this message and
consider it as though we had never made contact. I will continue
my search for a reliable individual to assist me.

I eagerly await your prompt response.

Best Regards,
Francois Edmond

Sunday, November 9, 2025

Meanwhile, At The Southern Border.....

H/T to Mr. K

An Amazing Story Of Human Survival.....

Yukon-Charley Rivers National Preserve is a land of river canyons, flatlands, and gently-sloping mountains due east of Fairbanks, smack in the middle of Alaska’s long eastern flank. It’s very remote, it’s very rugged, and it gets very, very cold. To properly outfit yourself for an expedition there, you’d want plenty of wool baselayers, rain-proof outer shells, a four-season tent, a packraft, and, of course, plenty of food. And that’s just in shoulder season. In winter? Forget it. Let it snow, leave it to the bears.

From December 1943 until March 1944, Leon Crane spent nearly 3 months, through the dead of winter, in that land of icy rivers and freezing winds with almost none of those things.

Crane survived. That he did owes far more to his clear-headed resilience, and blind fortune, than it does to any wilderness skills.

Lt. Leon Crane’s ordeal began 25,000 feet above that lonely stretch of the Yukon on December 21, 1943. He was a co-pilot on a B-24 Liberator, a heavy bomber, on a training flight out of Ladd air base in Fairbanks, when they lost an engine 130 miles east of base. The pilots wrestled with the controls and as the big plane slipped into an uncontrollable spin, they told the crew to abandon ship.