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  • Most pernicious
  • Be careful what you wish for...
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  • Homeric hymn to Pan
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  • What the hell. I have nothing to lose
  • My Adventures
  • My Story
  • Essentials
    • The earth is not flat
    • The abolition of mind
    • Things that only need saying once-one e tel
    • Manners makyth man
    • Coal in the bath and the victim culture
    • The withdrawal of love and forcing oneself on others
    • So some guys had the really freaky idea that we should love one another
    • Jesus!
    • 'Judge not that ye be not judged'
    • Goo
    • The way we were: Anglican England
    • 'Avatars of living grace'
    • Ditching the theology of love
    • Reality >
      • Islam in the West
      • Reality 102
      • Reality 103
      • Reality 103a
      • Reality 104
  • PANTHER: the argument
    • Essential PANTHER
    • PANTHER: the graphics
  • Moi
    • Well, what I think is...
  • The new Marxism
    • The new Marxism in action
    • Who owns me if I do not own myself?
    • The weight of internal contradictions, comrades
  • Dill's World (blog)
  • New Page
  • The collapse of education
    • The Great University Education Scam
    • And here is the gnus
    • Of Paramecium and Spirogyra
    • The Dumpy Pocket Book for Biologists
  • The Anile Heir
    • Fal
    • Shavli
    • Dill
    • The new Marxism in action
    • Sarat, our hero
  • For Katie: Harry Secombe: 'The Lord is my Shepherd'
  • For Katie: He who would valiant be
  • 'And now Amanda is seriously ill.'
    • Otting
    • THAT AM I >
      • New Page
    • Medicine: the joke
    • It's like this, Doc >
      • You were saying
    • Medicine: the continuing joke
    • 'By Tummel and Loch Rannoch'
    • The laughing-stock of the civilized world
    • And be damned to you
    • In the garden with Mummy
    • Transforming the Na-Mhoram's Grim
    • Blair: the icing on the cake
    • Expecto patronam
    • Scarlet battalions
    • My family: any colour so long as it's red
    • Back to the freaking juniper-tree (1)
    • Back to the freaking juniper-tree (2)
    • Our grandfather who art in heaven (though I doubt it), Howard be thy name
    • So you have a problem with my family, fucker?
    • 'Jew-Communists'
    • Margaret, my great-grandmother, an Irish tart
    • The FUQs
    • Dear Wannabe Nemesis
    • Shall we try again, Bobbles my sweet?
    • Evil
    • Dixi (that's Latin, you know, Father)
    • The cultural use of the lamp-post
    • A home from home
    • All times are now (1)
    • All times are now (2)
    • For Katie: All times are now (3)
    • For Katie: All times are now (4)
    • For Katie; All times are now (5)
    • For Katie: All times are now (6)
    • Non serviam
    • This colour doesn't run
    • The balance
  • Civilization - the balance
  • Gallery
    • And be damned to you
    • Catholic Encyclopaedia 1912: Obedience
    • Voltaire and Jesus
    • Tertullian, Women in Canon Law (1912) and Mulieris Dignitatem (1988)
    • Padding through the Vatican archives
    • The Vatican State
    • Extra ecclesiam nulla salus: go to hell, go directly to hell, do not pass 'Go'
    • A short history lesson
    • A phrase-book for monkey-nuts
    • Summary: the abode of the loon
    • Translations from Voltaire (mine): Concerning the Church of England >
      • Bukharin and Preobrazhensky: Communism and Religion
      • Translations from Voltaire (mine): Freedom of Thought
      • Translations from Voltaire (mine): Transubstantiation
      • Thomas Paine: The Age of Reason
      • Lenin: Socialism and Religion
      • Marx: 'So much for the social principles of Christianity'
      • The Horcruxes and the illusion of power
      • 'And death shall have no dominion'
  • Led Zep: Kashmir
  • Buddhist meditation music: Zen Garden
    • Trivializing the Reformation
    • Bad moon rising
    • Dear Pope Benedict, You wish to destroy Christianity?
    • 24-inch waist SAS
    • The inevitable response to serious nonsense
    • The SOE: now, boys, don't be silly
    • Nancy Wake
    • 'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live' (Exodus 22:18)
    • Cantilip
  • Karula
  • Summary: the love way or the power way
  • Flashtest
  • The worst university in the country
  • Just finishing off, Dolores
  • Miss Smila's feeling for snow
  • Death of an expert witness
  • Interesting, those trips to Moscow
  • 'His single hand portrayed it'
  • Of course no-one pays any attention to poets
  • The desire of the moth for the flame
  • The Hospital
  • The ghost in the machine was riled
  • I am the very model of a medical practitioner
  • I am the very model of a modern faith apologist: reprise
  • I am of course reminded of a little list (of a little list)
  • In the garden with Mummy when the Nine turned up
  • Grow the fuck up, comrades
  • Thin red line
  • 'The Party', 'The Regiment'
  • Once upon a time there was a big red giant
  • Britain's not very secret weapon
  • The headlines
  • The waning of the age of aquarium
  • Letter to MI5: Playing The Patriot Game
  • Those in peril on the sea
  • The Patriot Game (song)
  • Country matters: 'Elf and Safety
  • The Matter of Britain
  • Marianne
  • Riders on the storm with soundtrack
  • The rat-catchers
  • 'And gentleman in England, now a-bed, shall think themselves accurs'd...'
  • The evidence no-one asks for
  • England
  • My father when young 2
  • A few of my books
  • The Intelligent Woman's Guide to Socialism and Capitalism
  • Barry's book-plate (evil grin)
  • Barry: 'demob' if only from the MOI and redeployment at JWT
  • Barry: publishing contracts with Curtis Brown
  • Barry's funeral service
  • Family album
  • Barbara's 100th birthday
  • And Nigel's funeral: read by Saul on the whale-backed Downs
  • Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
  • Class mum lives in a field with Dinge: the intellectual Left
  • Within you, without you
  • Because the world is round, it turns me on
  • More Lattic and other incredibly cool stuff
    • Letter to MI5: reprise
  • Hass and Venga
  • The Lover of Jalaluddin Rumi and some things you never wanted to know about translation
  • Love IS the law
  • Shahriar's sites for sore eyes
  • Islamic art and civilization
  • Abu Nuwas
  • Fisking Warsi
  • Harry's Place v. Scumbag College
  • Henrietta wondered if HP was too soft on Sparte-Smythe
  • Koorosh Modarresi of the Worker-Communist Party of Iran
  • Rumy Hasan of the Birmingham Socialist Alliance
  • Sharia socialists
  • ComSymp, ShariaSymp: plus ca change....
  • Illustrations of the Rubaiyat
  • Hell, objectively speaking: St Catherine of Genoa
  • Joe Stote
  • Katy Kianush
  • 'Brothers, if you hear...'
  • L'Internationale
  • A Lioness's Quest
  • The Battle of Evermore
  • Rosa Luxemburg
  • Love in a time of cholera
  • TEKEL: Religious, guys? Doesn't that mean shit?
  • Please do not feed the god. He really doesn't appreciate it.
  • Instead of God eating people, people eat God. Seems a good swap
  • Herstory
  • Ultramontanism
  • Multiverse defined by the sexual equipment of the human male
  • Civis romana sum?
  • Sunday School, 1913: 'THE GATES WILL BE OPEN TO ALL MANKIND'
  • Huxley
  • Consciousness 101
  • Jesus Christ the apple-tree
  • WE DO NOT KNOW
  • Trial before Pilate
  • 'For the sake of the nation, this Jesus must die!'
  • Much how I feel about doctors and other forms of intellectual pollution in the University, really
  • Jesus, a human being
  • By all means get us wrong, Father
  • 'They turned to Rome to sentence Nazareth'
  • Buddhism: frightful threat to the Church, you know
  • Dharma the Cat and the Barefoot Doctor
  • Non-duality
  • Exo, eso, balance, Balrogs et le Parti Communiste Francais 1939-1945
  • ComSymp, ShariaSymp: Fit the Second
  • Printing and the Reformation
  • Glossary
  • Early chess: more, er, gentlemen (and ladies)
  • The Crusades: it's good to look at dates
  • Richard and Saladin: perspectives
  • Richard and Saladin: perspectives
  • Nathan the Wise
  • Portly and the Piper at the Gates of Dawn
  • Otters return to Thames (maybe)
  • The Ottery, TW9
  • Spring: rain and shine
  • Problems with numeracy: cardinals, generals and rock 'n' roll
  • Franny and Zooey
  • The tail does not wag the dog
  • Try again? I think not: finale
  • How many deaths does it take till they know that too many British Muslim women have died
  • Who killed Banaz
  • Sexism, racism, Islamophobia, Marxophobia and a rather interesting school
  • Aaargh! The Terrible Tonge-Monster!
  • Just hammering the stake a little further in
  • A second English Civil War: women against women
  • The vorpal sword goes snicker-snack
  • You were saying...
  • Of course I've slain the bloody Jabberwock
  • Chapter One - Stalinism is just so yesterday
  • The rightful heir, the usurper and the usurper's bloody wife
  • Wiping excrement off the sole of one's boo
  • Fascism victorious, gloating and spurious - for the moment, certainly
  • Six counties (sob, the horror of it) lie under John Bull's tyranny
  • Calling Lord Haw-Haw
  • Cool Britannia
  • 'Hell is just as properly proper as Greenwich or as Bath or Joppa'
  • 'Any old iron, any old iron, any, any old iron...'
  • The Front Line
  • Taking it from the top...
  • Happy birthday to m
  • Extract from The Anile Heir including Lattic
  • My body my self
  • Culluket, Kastanessen and of course Coulter
  • The Girl Who Talked to Otters
  • Notes, some of which are Caroline's
  • Our revels now are ended
  • Pallas Athene
  • More notes
  • Pan pipes - conclusions - allegory
  • Shit, man, they won't even state their problem in the Agora
  • Those whom the gods wish to destroy they first make mad
  • Poetry in motion
  • Ain't no use in looking down!/Ain't no discharge on the ground!
  • Queen - We will rock you!
  • Queen - Killer Queen
  • The wrong shaped body, inferior product
  • What a friend they have in evil, all their sins and griefs to bear
  • In sum
  • 'Building a remedy for Kruschev and Kennedy'
  • Classic Islamoballs (and of course pure Stalinism)
  • Deja vu
  • Really, there are more important things to think about....
  • Sleeping Pan by InertiaK
  • Hymn to Pan by Faun
  • Pan pipes
  • Dirty old men
  • For Katie: 'And death shall have no dominion'
  • The Stone Table cracked
  • 10 intellectual frauds of the orthodox religious and their slaves
  • A Miracle of Exmoor: a Christmas masque
  • WE DO NOT KNOW
  • Intelligent women
  • 'Tales of brave Ulysses'
  • Coursera
  • Free
  • Milburn
  • A fifth column
  • Ain't there nuffink wrong with my back, apes?
  • Gunfight at OK Corral
  • Gunfight at OK Corral: the movie
  • Harmonica and Frank
  • Captain's Log: Star-Date Whatever
  • Women, the US election, the President of the United States and other cool stuf
  • The fury of a woman who has been raped
  • "Are all American officers so ill-mannered?"
  • The grand-daughter of not-quite-the-founder of the Labour Party
  • Meanwhile...the lamp-post
  • 'Sarat's little joke': the Economic Liaison Officer to the Anile Throne
  • Where have all the SovSymps gone, long time passing...
  • Roots and reductionism
  • 'At anchor here I ride...'
  • 'Against all things ending'
  • New Page
  • Verstehen Sie?
  • Memoirs of London medicine
  • 28th August 2010
  • Irreducible evil
  • Irreducible evil
  • Just for you: Anthea Turner - and the python
  • Goose-stepping morons should try reading books not burning them
  • Just call me Serafina Pekkala, or possibly Lady Godiva
  • A few reminders
  • More? You want more?
  • Grand finale
  • It even has a pretty cover
  • Bambi
  • C'est nous qu'on ose mediter/De rendre a l'antique esclavage!
  • A reminder of who is Marianne
  • Voici Noel!
  • Vicar of Bray
  • Spanish Ladies
  • Meanwhile back in Scilly....Song of the Western Men
  • Twenty years behind enemy lines
  • Family tree
  • Pavarotti: Little Drummer Boy
  • Walking in the air
  • 'So you think you can love me and spit in my eye/So you think you can love me and leave me to die'
  • Aw, come on, Doc, you're such an academic
  • Je suis allee voir dans sa tete
  • 16 chants de Noel
  • 16 chants de Noel
  • Talking of sheep...
  • The distancing of Jesus from the churches
  • So this is how it is to be
  • And....And Stafford....And
  • A limp prick and no balls
  • Excuse me while I dress my hair with vine leaves
  • Excuse me while I dress my hair with vine leaves
  • Other notes
  • Other notes
  • Blair
  • No?
  • 'Are you still laughing, Sarat?' Pt One
  • 'Are you still laughing, Sarat?' Pt Two
  • If you're going to Acton Vale, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
  • The truth about medicine
  • Getting nowhere fast
  • Bird in the bloody wilderness
  • As I have so tiresomely repetitively said
  • Untitled
  • That which sustains
  • Therefore, Vice-Chancellor
  • The lies they tell and the drivel they spout
  • Rising above the evil reptilian kitten-eaters
  • We too do not do cowering
  • What the papers say
  • The closed (sealed/wounded/stunted/practically non-existent) mind
  • Dust and sparkles: child of Dust and Light and Lenin
  • Just screaming
  • More ridiculous womanish screaming
  • Look, children, do look, it's a Five-Year Plan
  • Fictionally speaking...The House that Keir built
  • The heavy mob moves in: "We're Ancient Greeks. We do reason. And of course democracy."
  • What did New Labour achieve?
  • Apollo speaks
  • Physician, heal thyself - or not
  • Wholly unnecessary footnote
  • Ah, the dirty underbelly of medicine
  • Artemis' arrows
  • Dear Apollo, I think the mind-itch needs to be stronger
  • A few hymns
  • Rhinoceros!
  • Begging them to sue me for 15 years
  • 'Now that I lie here/My body all holes/I think of the traitors/Who bargained and sold'
  • Of course, if anyone has a spare atom bomb
  • Whatever it takes
  • Shit on the sole of my boot
  • Shit on the sole of my boot
  • You will see me dead rather than support me
  • Vultures waiting for the flesh that dies
  • Would you like to see the state of my mattress?
  • 'When you've shouted "Rule, Britannia!"...
  • 'I vow to thee, my country...' Aw, come on, you know it makes your skin crawl
  • The Fixers
  • The prince, the cardinal, the duke, the politician and the professor
  • The Enforcers
  • Me charm. You just strange
  • So what exactly am I saying here?
  • Pussy Riot: Yet another day in the destruction of Ivana Denisovich
  • Untitled
  • Pussy Riot (2): no pasaran
  • Just smile for the camera, fuckers
  • PANTHER: the animations, though not yet the videos
  • Theme music
  • So-o-o
  • Just a stupid woman screaming
  • Just a reminder of the Miracle of Exmoor
  • Mess with the best. Die like the rest
  • The essential paradigm
  • No-one wants me to survive. No-one wants me to succeed
  • "Are you still laughing, Sarat?"
  • You have heard of the University, Doctor?
  • PANTHER: The Manual, out now on Scribd
  • Going back to work tomorrow
  • The gift of speech
  • Point counterpoint
  • To cut a long story short, therefore
  • To cut a long story even shorter
  • A few things you need to note
  • Death rather than dishonour
  • In brief, therefore
  • Start of first draft - what do you think of it so far?
  • Let me tell you a story, Jackanory, Jackanory...
  • Phase II
  • Thus we see the great esteem in which London medicine holds the University
  • Washed down the drain
  • Raped, butchered, destroyed means what?
  • "I invoke Artemis"
  • I invoke Artemis (II)
  • The closing-down sale. Everything must go
  • Murder by remote control
  • Insufferable
  • Befehl ist Befehl
  • Order of play
  • The Broadmoor annexe
  • I say, don't they shoot collaborators?
  • You pay them
  • Dear British Public
  • Graphically speaking.....
  • I have taken a lead
  • Endsum
  • The good news and the bad news
  • The education suitable to the masses prescribed by the C19th industrialist, therefore
  • 'Are you still laughing, Sarat?/Medicine: the joke
  • I shit on you daily
  • It is fact
  • A new continuum...Watch this space not
  • Lady Sybil's swamp-dragons (footnote to the above)
  • The Age of Aquarius
  • But of course your usual Christmas present, little sick-bags
  • 'Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before'
  • There's just one huge and enormous difference, isn't there
  • Shall we just highlight that bit?
  • Untitled
  • Untitled
  • Off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz
  • Untitled
  • 'Don despicable, don of death' Could I leave it out?
  • Finish with a summary of the facts
  • Roll bloody up for the greatest show on earth
  • Just thought to start to make a couple of videos
  • Killer Queen
  • It is concluded
  • A short note
  • I need help
  • Get out of my university, animals
  • Bluestockings
  • Oh, when is this going to end?
  • Go for it, fuckers, go for it
  • Fnords, Jesus and the gerund
  • Corsin and coradium
  • TAH: Chapter One
  • The cancer that is medicine
  • The Petri dish
  • Hanging them is good. Exposing them is better
  • Lattic....
  • Female = non-person
  • That which sustains reprise
  • Faun: Unda. To that which sustains, we can add...
  • Non, c'est pas ca
  • Quod erat demonstrandum
  • To move on, therefore
  • So there you have it
  • The script
  • Ars longa vita brevis
  • PANTHER: the movie
  • Animal Farm: the midden
  • The word is psychopath
  • If you prefer, a septic tank
  • And the rest
  • Twin cores
  • Graecia capta ferum victorem cepit
  • Here the matter rests at present
  • So just what is this bloody nonsense?
  • My knowledge of Photoshop has increased by leaps and bounds
  • Question One
  • Words and pictures
  • Etched in acid
  • Dear fucking world
  • More
  • Caniba and Hokabi
  • I think - class (Lancashire A, puh-lease, rhymes with gas)
  • What is the point of what you are saying? What is it intended to achieve?
  • PANTHER was created in 2008
  • Happy Samhain
  • Profound concern
  • The Road to the Isles
  • And of course Andy Stewart
  • 'Banks on every finger'
  • Don't tread on me
  • A Miracle of Exmoor: a Christmas masque
  • Untitled
  • Pretty much a classic, wouldn't you say
  • Goose-stepping morons should try reading books not burning them (2)
  • There is no reasoning with them
  • A little give and take
  • Extraordinary irresistible find
  • Music
  • So there it is, part solution, mostly not
  • Reprise: 'Are you still laughing, Sarat?'/Medicine: the joke
  • Mireille
  • Espèce de pute!
  • Etched in stone
  • Hate Fal the most?
  • Or Shav?
  • Or is it Dill?
  • Or is it Dill?
  • Reminder: Ars longa vita brevis
  • Reminder: PANTHER: the movie
  • 'If you cannot make up rhymes/There are always the columns of The Times'
  • Jarring blast: letter to my father 19th February 2012
  • Vermin made simple
  • You were saying
  • And so, dear MI5, dear Labour Party, dear University...
  • I who might as well be fucking dead
  • Death rather than dishonour
  • Strands
  • Dolls on music-boxes wound up by a key
  • Beyond death
  • You can fit a lot into a five-minute video
  • Je suis Charlie
  • Marble Arch? The Brandenburg Gate? The Colosseum?
  • Sort of cross between Athena and Artemis, really
  • OK, lemme be rational
  • Meanwhile...
  • Meanwhile...
  • As if: cui bono?
  • Dark satanic mills
  • Work in progress
  • Welcome to sewer NHS
  • Over my dead body
  • Beam them up to the Great Prick in the Sky
  • So there it is, part solution, mostly not
  • That which sustains finale
  • Messing about on the River: Lattic, Sarat and Shavli too
  • Christ, it's a mad monkey
  • Lots of nuffink
  • Led Zep: Kashmir (2)
  • The pillars of the West/By all means get us wrong, Father
  • Evil reptilian kitten-eater
  • Cockroach Protection League
  • Happy Easter
  • The very models of a medical practitioner
  • The Act of Desecration
  • No is the answer. What is the question? Loony alert, therefore
  • The Grand Plan
  • Go for it
  • Waste of oxygen
  • Prologue
  • Intermezzo
  • Just the time for a brief reminder
  • Mess with the best - die like the rest
  • Wailings of sick Trots not
  • Heavy metal
  • 'Allow me to introduce myself...'
  • Freddie and Peter
  • How to depict one of the most powerful men in the world
  • Moog
  • Anyone for tennis?
  • Hair
  • Hairier?
  • Hairiest?
  • Untitled
  • Python and Allen
  • Prepared for any eventuality
  • Bad moon rising with soundtrack
  • Riders on the storm with soundtrack
  • 'Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before' encore une fois
  • Not one foul animal among them will uphold freedom and democracy
  • Flower power
  • Meanwhile there's really only one song for Ardeshna (and Blair)
  • Thin red line - the third of the set
  • PANTHER: the movie - nealy there
  • Do you like my channel art?
    • Sound file for you to choke on
  • Couple more soundbites to choke on
  • Home movie
  • Damaged goods
  • How is Virginia these days?
  • The Hunger Games
  • Now on YouTube
  • Second vid
  • The Mutts
  • The Mutt Pit
  • The video I shall make
  • Kindly therefore display all the wit, creaivity, intellect, education and intelligence you don't have
  • The last picture show
  • Faun: Unda. To that which sustains, we can add...
  • Faun: Unda. To that which sustains, we can add...
  • Faun: Unda. To that which sustains, we can add...
  • The Last Picture Show 2: female eunuchs
  • In tg
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • In
  • In the heat of the night
  • In the heat of the night
  • Not a complicated image
  • Vermin
  • 'It is a slave's lot thou describest, to refrain from uttering what one thinks'
  • Won't that be fun, Fitter?
  • New Page
  • Nous sommes tous P:aris
  • Meanwhile back at the ranch
  • You may remember the Squelch?
  • DIXI
  • I laugh at you daily
  • The end
  • Fuck your lies, your cowardice, your hypocrisy, vermin
  • Got it all sewn up
  • I am Dill
  • PANTHER: the movie - a reminder
  • And of course the manual
  • They deploy
  • New Page
  • Traitors and would be murderers
  • And the other video
  • Yes, there are, aren't there.
  • Zopiclone
  • Hell
  • No answer is a very clear answer
  • For Katie: All times are now (1)
  • For Katie: The Lord of the Dance
  • For Katie and m: The heart will go on
  • If it's the last thing I ever do, whcih I suppose it might well be
  • My fine body twisted, all battered and lame
  • Reflections
  • For Katie: The trumpet shall sound
  • For Katie: Hallelujah Chorus
  • For Katie
  • The service
  • Reading from 'Burnt Norton'
  • Going Back
  • or in other words
  • I need help
  • Time past and time future
  • Tomorrow
  • How many other lives have you destroyed?
  • Arundel
  • After such knowledge, what forgiveness
    • EXPLICIT LIBER REGIS QUONDAM REGISQUE FUTURI
  • Let it be said - it will be said
  • Information governance
  • So----
  • Sitting in their tin cans far above the world...
  • Another shit-filled weekend
  • The Cull
  • Society has the right to require of avery public agent an account of his administration
  • The laughing stock
  • 'Sing while you raise your bow...'
  • Simple questions
  • For fuck's sake they're all vermin
  • Functionally illiterate
  • Of no significance to me whatever
  • The best story
  • Mess with the best. Die like the rest
  • The visible difference
  • Drop the dead donkey: UCH imploding
  • It remains the case
  • Oh, and it remains the case
  • What matters
  • Salvat regina!
  • Nancy Wake
  • Nancy Wake 2
  • 2016: your annual treat - A Miracle of Exmoor
  • Dunscreaming (shortly, anyhow)
  • Any normal person
  • Malice
  • Keep your loving brother happy
  • Surprised by joy
  • University Challenge
  • Meanwhile back at the lamp-post
  • Except to speak of the absolute horror
  • And in particular
  • Because I screamed I needed help
  • QED
  • Sredni Vashtar
  • The wild and wacky world of the Waffen SS
  • Think I'm a bloody servant, do you
  • Irrationality
  • Literate, literary, educated, intellectual England
  • Refinements
  • Doesn't the University see the joke?
  • The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
  • On the whole, I think....
  • Ain't taking it from a woman
  • A great and mighty wonder I'm still standing
  • The zenith of human possibility
  • ' pilot of the storm who leaves no trace'
  • 'Sing while you raise your bow. Shoot straighter than before'
  • In the face of the evidence
  • Watch this space
  • Brennt Paris?
  • 'I vow to thee, my country...' Aw, come on, you know it makes your skin crawl
  • Within you, without you - especially without you
  • Ain't I got no respet
  • Goose-stepping morons should try reading books not burning them
  • The Matter of Kadun: physics and metaphysics
  • Cartoons
  • Over-arching significance not
  • They just wouldn't list
  • 'And now that I lie here/My body all holes'
  • Photoshoot
  • I saved about half the books
  • I just don't understand
  • Fnords
  • Pigs in clover
  • See you in hell, fuckers
  • Attempted murder
  • Bog-rats
  • Person or persons unknown but very guessable
  • All you need is love
  • One more time
  • More
  • Depict them in bondage
  • In sum, Mr Benn's questions
  • 'Arnold Lane/Had a strange/Hobby...'
  • '...Doors bang/Chain-gang...'
  • Etx
  • Shoot straighter than before
  • My moon and my wand
  • My college, my university
  • Inevitable and not
  • painfully slow on the uptake
  • This too you may stuff up your arse
  • And of course this
  • Pout
  • TTFN
  • Wiping excrement off the sole of my boot
  • A West End comedy, perhaps
  • Fascism
  • I really don't think so, no
  • For Katie: He who would valiant be
  • For Katie: He who would valiant be
  • For Barry: Danny Boy
  • Epitaph: it's your funeral
  • Yea, though I work in the Land of the Valley of the Shadow of Death
  • Do learn to read, Doctor
  • The crooked road the English drunkard made
  • By Oak and Ash and Thorn
  • Can't un read plain words of English
  • I get the gist, I surely do
  • The world of perversion
  • The Ottery has moved to the banks of the Arun
  • Snapping my claws at the foeman''s chants
  • Yes, the crash of the waves on the foreshore
  • The even longer march of Everywoman
  • You tried so desperately hard to destroy me
  • Evil reptilian kitten-eaters
  • The five most evil men in England
  • Love does not drown in corruption)
  • Like something out of Hieronymus Bosch
  • Harry Secombe: The Old Rugged Cross
  • The Drivellers
  • Insolence is so very vexing, is it not
  • Protected by the faith of my fore-fathers
  • Lost causes
  • Solid Soviet steel
  • 1
  • Murderous vermin who jeer at disability
  • Clarity
  • De profundis clamavi
  • Reprise: Nancy Wake 2
  • Generals gather in their masses...
  • Cry foul and bloody murder
  • Tumour
  • New Page
  • Ludicrous
  • I think I said get me out of there
  • This is not life
  • All bets off, fuckers
  • New Page
  • Dearest darling Katie and Barry
  • You think you impress me?
  • Manners, ladies and gentlemen, puh-lease
  • I suppose the exact charge would be
  • No-o-o I don't thik you should forget about Lattic
  • Boys having a bit of a larf
  • I thnk, you know, dear Artemis...
  • Sttill drooling, are you
  • 'Thou shallt not suffer a witch to live.;
  • My YouTube channel
  • Education is what is left
  • New Page
  • To su
  • To sum up
  • The endless road traversed (nearly)
  • It's a mandala, stupid
  • Happy New Year
  • Keep your loving brother happy
  • Not with a bang but a whimper
  • I, however, have outstanding questions
  • Feline groovy
  • Suitable cases for treatment
  • I have spoken
  • Nothing taxing to the sane
  • I have of course the utmost...
  • Doctors and nurses cannot cope with quantum physics
  • Addended: Etched in acid and have been for years
  • The psychology of medicine
  • No outcry
  • A very simple question
  • To which task I shall now..
  • RIP the Labour Party
  • First things first
  • I a woman
  • The Howard lion
  • Lest we forget: I don't
  • New Page
  • Pat me on the head and tell mee not to be a silly little girl
  • I a woman of over 60
  • A hanging matter
  • The gross falsification of history
  • 'The writers by their presence...'
  • One more time just for the hell of it
  • Lastly...
  • The answer is no
  • So that was the Universiity that was
  • Hey you, get off of my cloud...
  • Off. off, off of my cloud...
  • A right waste of make-up
  • So what?
  • Footnotes to the above
  • So where - ?
  • What is the name of - and can't they - ?
  • The glorious first of June
  • Why has the door not been smashed down/?
  • Your professors, Vice-Chancellor
  • Anti-dialogue
  • Shall we finish with a quick...
  • They don't want the Jabberwock slain
  • ABOVE THE LAW?
  • So - I think -
  • "Sentence first = verdict afterwards."
  • DA and TM
  • Post mortem
  • Everywhere I go people are collecting bloody food
  • how many people are on PAYE?
  • I am naturallly reminded...
  • Where was I?
  • Where was I (2)?
  • Welcome to the NHS
  • Let's play doctors and nurses
  • 'Senior members of the University'
  • These are {{DOCTORS}}} and {{{NURSES}}}
  • The girl who talked to otters
  • How you hate intelligence
  • And you always get away with it, don't you
  • And you always get away with it, don't you
  • The Hundred Flowers Movement
  • New Page
  • In one line
  • Belloc, Apollo and May
  • While readiing The Four Men
  • Golgotha, place of a skull
  • Troll toes
  • So go for it
  • PUT-DOWN
  • New Page
  • The required result
  • Sex and mind
  • Their mommas told them...
  • Greece or Rome
  • The new normal
  • Isn't this interesting?
  • New Page
  • Ruthless vicious evil old men
  • The charge is atteempted murder
  • The C-List
  • Q&A
  • Ludicrous propositions
  • Chained to the oars
  • Footnotes
  • 1095 and all that
  • The Anglican garden
  • Or of course a Kabbalist
  • I have some time ago...
  • Cult, Death-Eaters
  • Not forgetting Nathan the Wise
  • Cultural exchange
  • And of course not forgetting...
  • In short, in my young day...
  • Contemplating this Matter of Kadun
  • Nearly there
  • I detect, therefore
  • 'That government by the people, for the people, shall not perish from this earth.'
  • Tingle
  • Follow-up
  • Cave-meen
  • Not ancient history
  • I have indeed graphically
  • 'By their deeds'
  • So maybe you'll also like this bit
  • Just to be exact
  • Which?
  • Oh, all right, just for you
  • Left something out, didn't I
  • Didn't quite finish that off
  • Ciletij
  • Ritawa
  • Shav and Zik
  • The party
  • Spetzi
  • senoki
  • Punching the pixels
  • Reality
  • More tails from the riverbank
  • The Sarat and Maya Show
  • Perverts
  • If we may now...
  • In short
  • progress
  • A national joke
  • The Spetzi Effect
  • Quanta
  • Who owns me if I do not own myself? Reprise
  • Who owns me if I do not own myself? Reprise
  • Boys having a bit of a larf
  • You really have....
  • And they all just sit there
  • So exactly what - ?
  • Hostile fascist foreign powers
  • Personal, very
  • Rubber dolly
  • Essentially
  • Fana
  • LLLLOLLLL
  • Unnatural, innit
  • It's over, monkeys, over
  • You might learn something but probably not
  • So now Blair will tell us all
  • Spetzi and Qine
  • RL
  • Qine and Spetzi
  • Fucktards united
  • Capital
  • Well, didn't I just hand myself the short straw
  • Do they actually understand?
  • Quotable quotes
  • 3D printing
  • Ah, but can you print fluffy cushions?
  • Taking an intelligent interest
  • Vaudos 1
  • Vaudos 2
  • Vaudos 2.75
  • New Page
  • Anniversary Waltz
  • Automation: ostrich land
  • The Kirit and Micaela Show
  • New Page
  • Cookery time
  • What are they like!
  • Until we meet on camera...
  • And just because I know you love Homeric hymns
  • New Page
  • Dear Artemis, Athena, Apollo and Pan
  • Baz and Paw on the loose in Van-Senok
  • Back to the fermions
  • Buffy the Vampire Slayer
  • A crude, vulgar, ugly, insolent, mad and evil little man
  • RIP English Christianity
  • And the outstanding question is...
  • Foxes, fruit, fermions and fuck you where you breathe
  • Varna's Wall
  • Particularly working on
  • From the Shrine to the Viledeen
  • Spring
  • Fisking Welby
  • New Page
  • And how is the great penis in the sky tonight?
  • After-thoughts: don't forget Isis and her pal Sobek
  • The cat I don't yet have
  • The Greater and Lesser Lunacies
  • To whom it may concern....
  • New Page
  • Frank
  • Cock-suckers
  • Should you not be a movie buff...
  • Marked as property
  • Questions, questions....
  • You will publicly answer those questions
  • And this was Margaret
  • Reprise: Our grandfather who art in heaven (though I doubt it), Howard be thy name
  • To remind you...
  • England the poem
  • Back to the Viledeen
  • Come on, I just want you to...
  • So this is the story
  • New Page
  • Theme from The Water Margin
  • Turn off the bloody Horst Wessel Lied
  • Is it -10 yet?
  • Chesterton - and Belloc
  • New Page
  • So what have I proved?
  • Mock you incessantly
  • No problem, no problem at all
  • They have only one interest
  • Misa and ban-Razit
  • Rowley and Saunders
  • HARD WIRING
  • Bad science
  • Dereliction of duty here, comrades
  • Taking it from the top..
  • New Page
  • Dot the i. Cross the t
  • More Fal
  • Maya's assassination
  • So-o-o
  • Well, hi there, Sar-fenan
  • And the third reason
  • Ysabel Belinda Felicity Jehan Howard
  • 'And now that I lie here...'
  • Ain't they really
  • And so
  • 'Of course she has to do this on her own.'
  • Who the fuck are Bonnie and Clyde
  • How the cards fall
  • And don't forget Dill
  • And Shav and Dill
  • Squishy, Archchancellor: not a healthy diet
  • Back to you, Sar-Fenan
  • This is not a physics textbook
  • e=mc2
  • A NON-EVENT
  • woo hoo
  • Her story
  • Oi, you, Sar-fenan!
  • Bloody kitten-eaters
  • HHGG 1
  • HHGG 4
  • HHGG 2
  • Reprise: It reallly is...
  • Dave Allen
  • Some psycho schizoid freak
  • So absolutely insolently irreducibly evil
  • This site
  • Under the block
  • Do you not understand?
  • Gee, it's so wonderful to know
  • Parameters
  • I might go so far as to say
  • I might''ve finished losing my temper
  • Archaeopteryx flew like a pheasant
  • I am not a child. Children are under 16
  • New Page
  • Blair, Corbyn, WCPI
  • Smile for the camera
  • 'Labour'
  • Nothing you won't surrender
  • HTF do I hitch a lift to Betelgeuse?
  • "We are the Daleks."
  • Back as ever to the Viledeen
  • Scream quietly or the neighbours will hear
  • The products rejected out of hand
  • ComSymp ShariaSymp Fit the Third
  • How to defend England
  • If you cannot get rid of the people who govern you...
  • National Museum Wales
  • Why is this continuing?
  • My mission I seem to have been landed with
  • Dixi
  • Go it alone, suffer alone, what's new
  • Deep breaths
  • New Page
  • Gratis
  • Justt to complete the set
  • About that grave
  • Damn!
  • About that clock
  • Oh pilot of the storm that leaves no trace
  • Last but by no means least
  • After which
  • Or in short
  • Notification...
  • I think perhaps tomorrow...
  • C17th England
  • Je suis comme je suis
  • Whatever you do, take pride...
  • Selfies
  • There remains of course my mind
  • If you failed to get the gist
  • Alice's Left Hip Esquire
  • Limp pricks and no balls
  • New Page
  • Never ask them to strip
  • You, off my planet
  • If they absolutely won't...
  • Achilles' heel
  • Oh just do begone
  • No-one on Planet Normal
  • Welcome to Labour's England
  • Democracy...
  • New Page
  • Bringing back the dark
  • The best story
  • Is there one single point?
  • To come up to date
  • Evil
  • The destruction of the intellectual basis of the free world
  • The mad relations in the rafters
  • Let this be my contentment
  • Results
  • None of which of course
  • A purely indigenous evil
  • Here the matter rests at present
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • A toss-up
  • Blair
  • New Page
  • Reality 105
  • The wearing of the green
  • Recently come to light
  • Growly snarly wolf
  • New Page
  • Five years later...
  • Bobbles
  • OK, assume.
  • A flight of fancy
  • So long as we understand each other
  • Footnote
  • Fisking Warsi reprise
  • Why was nothing done?
  • Job well done, filth
  • Being a galactic mail from me to Zaphod
  • Beyond evil
  • In the 61st minute of the final hour
  • Doo-be, doo-be, do
  • English Christianity until....
  • New Page
  • 'I AM KING AND GOD AND LAW#
  • So I get this
  • Bad mood
  • Another book for you, Blair
  • One should always write things down - in some form or another
  • All cleared up in five minutes
  • Of course I have worn such a hat
  • Thus, bloody thus
  • No pasaran
  • I continued...
  • You prefer Misa and Ban-razit
  • The 3D printer in the town centre
  • Labour's apotheosis
  • Selling women by the pound
  • Why, my own mother and father wouldn't recognize me
  • And the punchline is
  • Do just go and fuck yourselves
  • Fruit Loop
  • Only one interest
  • The price of a woman's body
  • Eris
  • Just can't hear you
  • VR
  • Not as exciting as Hokabi
  • 'Unfortunate'
  • Oh look what they're saying about me
  • Should one really not...
  • I am intelligent.
  • From the archives: fisking Warsi
  • Do MPs entirely grasp what they're there for?
  • Our servants not our masters
  • New Page
  • Or you could say the reverse
  • The problem is that there is no problem
  • Irrelevant
  • From the archives: who killed Banaz
  • From the archives: ooh, we are so sensitive
  • From the archives: wondrous multiculturalism
  • From the archives: Banaz' sister spoke out
  • Neither right nor honourable nor gentlemen
  • The carrion chorus
  • And so
  • New Page
  • Can hear you from here, animal
  • Forgot it at Christmas
  • 'Blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain'
  • So golly gosh
  • And I laugh (2)
  • What else can we talk about
  • Thus
  • Spare ribs
  • Mene mene tekel upharsin
  • And of course...
  • Matthew 7: 3
  • Blair
  • This exchange
  • Because it's a horrible way to die
  • Peter
  • Those convictions
  • A purely pernicious twist
  • The open mind
  • They took away the post-its
    • First part of Fal 1
  • First part of Fal 2
  • Sarat at the Shrine 1
  • Sarat at the Shrine 2
  • To continue...
  • Contemplating this Matter of Kadun 1
  • 2. Contemplating this Matter of Kadun 2
  • Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
  • Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
  • Dill and this Matter of Kadun
  • Of course
    • Back to sanity...
  • Ridiculous and viie
  • From the archives: obedience (1912)
  • I should imagine...
  • From the archives: And who kept this bubbling?
  • From the archives: Voltaire on the CofE
  • From the archives: Extra ecclesiam nulla salus
  • From the archives: The Vatican archives 1
  • From the archives: the Vatian archives 2
  • From the archives: The Vatican archives 3
  • 2000 years making most of it up
  • Proud Archbishop of York conducts his own daughter's wedding ceremony
  • New Page
  • Nothing may be said. Nothing may be done.
  • It seemed a good idea at th e time
  • Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa reprise
  • Aren't they gorgeous?
  • A precedent has been set
  • Something else for the animals to gloat over
  • Let's play doctors and nurses
  • Women beware women
  • How best may we accommodate you, o master
  • The Agora
  • New Page
  • Violence power coercion desecration
  • BOURGEOIS MORALITY
  • New Page
  • Once more from the top
  • So what do I think?
  • First part of Fal
  • Fal 2 2021
  • Fal and Tet
  • To conclude: to whom it may concern
  • Sarat and Hass
  • THis is what I look like, Vice-Chancellor
  • Sonderkommando
  • The balance of probability
  • Can I keep this up for ever?
  • How you hate intelligence 2
  • Et freaking cetera
  • Honestly, darling, that mantilla
  • The prince, the duke, the cardinal, the politician and the professor
  • The Fixers
  • The Enforcers
  • By the balls of Apollo!
  • Cernunnos
  • Burunda
  • Solidarity
  • About that new sofa I printed...
  • A position it is entirely easy to understand
  • Yes. Yes, you are ridiculous
  • Yes. Yes, everything I have said about you is an understatement
  • Meanwhile back at the ottery
  • The flawed concept of Islamophobia
  • Oh rats!
  • The revolving door
  • Ah yes, my future
  • Explicit liber
  • So now....
  • Deep breaths
  • Thanks awfully for the suggestion, old boy
  • A list, therefore
  • Previous reflections
  • Ah, culture
  • Ah, here you have the nub
  • New Page
  • Tropes
  • Letter to my dead parents
  • New Page
  • These they left me
  • Don't forget Lattic
  • Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
  • Song of the Western Men
  • The new national anthem
  • Wanna see the Deeds
  • New Page
  • Another very fine song
  • Shamima Begum
  • The perfect citizens of a fascist state
  • Grease
  • Love, Serafina Pekkala
  • To whom it may concern
  • First part of Fal
  • Fal 2
  • Also to whom it may concern
  • So what happened then?
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • Who has no authority in England
  • I shall now potter off
  • La trahison des clercs
  • 'Those who cannot remember the past...'
  • A little intellectual exercise...
  • The view of the Labour leadership
  • Take it from the top, Karl
  • Is Abbott a feminist? We shall see
  • Ooh, we are so sensitive
  • Death before dishonour
  • Listen very carefully. I shall say this only once
  • Of course certain lines here
  • Hide the Secret. Hide the Weakness
  • The very model of a modern faith apologist
  • Models of modern health practitioners
  • Meanderings
  • Negation
  • Bloody certifiable
  • Convert, comrades, convert!
  • Found the articles
  • Dangerous animals
  • I name you the Duke of Plaza-Toro
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • Christchurch 1
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • To May, whom it concerns
  • Shouts and whispers
  • Hic jacet
  • Hyde Park, London, England
  • Condition of the Working-Class in England 1845
  • Thus ComSymp ShariaSymp
  • Ooh, you guessed
  • You are so obvious
  • In detail
  • Hard wiring
  • If mind does not exist., democracy is unnecessary
  • Th Age of Reason, 1794
  • Fisking Cantuar
  • Danger: profoundly esoteric image
  • The seer and that which he sees are one.
  • Meanwhile hats off to the Guardian
  • Letter to MI5 in case you missed it.
  • Fucking Pollyanna
  • The Greta Garbo Home for Wayward Boys and Girls
  • Perhaps in five year old English
  • Non serviam
  • The 7 principles of public life. Pix too
  • Tor and Tonge
  • Barking moonbats
  • Herr Hitler, I presume
  • A rich joke, Blair
  • Eire in the 1950s?
  • Cold shower
  • By definition 'God' has to know what a lepton is
  • Ah, the Yorkshire Ripper
  • Parallel government
  • New Page
  • You will not look at them
  • The magic migraine
  • From about a year ago
  • La nausee
  • Yes, it's Operation Mindfuck
  • Book review
  • Happy bloody Easter
  • A little quiet attempted murder
  • Fal 2
  • The curse of the killer zombies
  • So the next logical step would be...
  • Don't my silly little arts degree mean nuffink?
  • Oh dear I have upset someone(s)
  • New Page
  • A few questions
  • There are no great ones
  • Gets so horribly in the way
  • Violence against women, it's what you pay your taxes for
  • 'Bring me the head of Alfreddo Garcia'
  • Just don't forget Lattic
  • The House of the Rising Sun
  • The initiation of force
  • Yes, that's right, I said Bentley
  • Turning now to this Matter of Kadun I
  • Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
  • Shav, Petrush and the Matter of Kadun 2
  • Do admire your handiwork
  • Marche funebre
  • Misogyny
  • On this 75th anniversary...
  • The Enchanted Forest
  • If you should confront these filth
  • Encore une fois
  • Impertinent evil filth
  • A successful outcome
  • Therefore...
  • Which end is up
  • I shall create it
  • PANTHER: The Manual, out now on Scribd
  • Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa
  • First part of Fal
  • Fal 2
  • Indeed there are many interesting people to talk to in my mind
  • Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof
  • To dig a little deeper
  • Of food-banks and reprographics
  • No dark
  • Just remembered another spectacular waste of money
  • More about Tories
  • And more...
  • This and that and some of the other
  • Or in short
  • Don't forget The House That Keir Built
  • Memo to the Senate of the University of London
  • Turning now to this Matter of Kadun I
  • Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
  • The fur does settle...
  • Models of medical practitioners
  • HARD WIRING 2
  • Strange things happen in the quantum universe
  • Strange things happen in the quantum world
  • "Are you still laughing, Sarat?"
  • Falsity
  • Je ne regrette rien
  • Of course you could always check the facts
  • 'Do you recall what was the deal/The day the music died.'
  • The family handbook
  • Goose-stepping morons
  • Riidiculous
  • Welcome to the diverse and plural real world
  • Does it not sound sweet?
  • This half-wit waving her degree...
  • O tempora! O mores! O mayhem!
  • Sexism is a crime
  • ''I can't be treated like this.'
  • And here the matter rests at present
  • J'ai vecu
  • Extreme unction
  • The free movement of peoples
  • The rules
  • The witch must burn in hell, he trumpeted,
  • You can always ask Google
  • Monsters
  • Just think, then you can add murder to your CVs
  • New Page
  • No dark
  • In sum
  • Give them everything they ask for
  • Good for a laugh
  • The end. Full stop.
  • Just grow a pair
  • Bad moon rose
  • To whom it may concern
  • And?
  • And don't forget Lattic
  • The Hall of Mirrors
  • Because of course
  • How to murder a woman
  • Bwahaha
  • They gave them time
  • My big brown eyes
  • A n all-party statement from the House of Commons
  • Fat pig
  • Always remember...
  • Always remember...
  • The whole lot of them
  • Clear and present danger
  • Note to Jackson, Hughes and Ardeshna
  • So...
  • Oy, you
  • They did not like the New Marxism at all
  • Irritable Owl Syndrome
  • The drivel show
  • Oh, you know, Woodstock
  • Aqiuarius
  • One more time and once again...
  • Anglican England
  • Since I feel bloody annoying
  • At cock crow
  • Civilized behaviour
  • New Page
  • 'Thirty pieces of silver'
  • 'I look for truth and find that I get damned'
  • Found the quote
  • Carrion
  • Books
  • Singer to my clan in that dim red dawn of man
  • Five Prime Ministers
  • The victory of the Tuatha de Danaan
  • A briefer response
  • Bonfire Night
  • Conjecture
  • Or as I said more lucidly...
  • They really didn't like my poems at all
  • Denis Diderot
  • The Age of Reason
  • Some years later...
  • We the people
  • Side-dishes
  • So do tell
  • Facts
  • Reality
  • Because I know you hate it even more
  • So perhaps
  • Termites
  • So you go right on..
  • I even told them about the SOE
  • Transforming the Na-Mhoram's Grim
  • Oh and this
  • I think Hafiz would have liked Bunyan's hymn
    • Shame
  • Fisking Warsi
  • Welcome to Brighton, a plural and diverse community
  • An 'All Party Parliamentary Group'
  • Oh, when will this end?
  • QEbloodyD
  • To return to civilization.
  • Fal continued
  • Fal and Tet
  • Dill and this Matter of Kadun
  • Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
  • Maya's assassination
  • They stripped
  • For monkey-nuts: dixi
  • Fisking Malik: Preamble
  • Melodrama
  • Fisking Malik: Part One
  • The end is Nye
  • Aberfan
  • New York Mining Disaster 1941
  • Resonances
  • Don't talk to me about the law
  • And so...
  • And the other thing...
  • you so love lies, don't you
  • Writing things down
  • I am the very model of a medical practitioner
  • PAINLESS BUT PERMANENT
  • Love from Serafina Pekkala
  • A difference of opinion
  • Just a theory
  • What the hell do you think I am, you ridiculous little pieces of shit
  • This will do for the time being
  • This colour doesn't run
  • The desired result
  • No balls, 'Frank', just no balls
  • Just call me Harmonica
  • Hokabi
  • In his tin can, far above the world
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And here is a picture of Jesus with his pet ferret
 
Filthy animals want us so badly dragged down into their filthy corrupt narrow mad ape world, trapped in a bubble in which it is given that their bloody books are revelations from a god that requires being worshipped, placated, appeased, who gets angry if you disobey him, given that their various insane, stupid, vicious beliefs are greeted with solemnity, gravity, instead of the contempt and derision they merit, treated as though they were propositions every sensible rational person should consider seriously, and opposing or otherwise distinct ideas are to be discarded as evil, the world of creatures to whom there is only one set of ideas in the world, but a whole busy buzzing world of ideas exists outside those from the Middle East, which is essentially what we’re talking about, even though some are represented in Rome, ideas from China, from India, from America, from Europe. A world where violence is normal, especially violence against women, where it is not questioned that words are met by violence. 
 
And these dirty animals view it all through the prism of their spastic beliefs, in terms of their mad Troof, and whether or not in meshes with their derangement, but the rest of us don’t.  The rest of us trip through the world of ideas and assess its contents on such merits as we think they possess.
 
Maybe the smelly old apes are so profoundly mad and sick that they really believe they are going to once more rule a Christian Europe.  A Europe profoundly influenced by the teachings of Jesus is an entirely different matter, a free and democratic Europe, opposed to their monkey puke.  Certainly they have convinced the traitor politicians that Europe is to be carved up between the Catholic Church and Islam, the Church a bulwark against the Muslim threat. That freedom and democracy represent a complete defence against any Muslim threat mysteriously eludes them, as does the fact that Islam and the Catholic Church are two sides of the same coin, both fascist, sexually and religiously supremacist, opposed to human autonomy, whether intellectual, emotional or sexual, both upholding some drivel about a revelation, both convinced they alone possess Truth, and that coin was surgically removed from western Europe in 1789, sick shit in short, to both the blessed, the chosen the dead from the neck up who know only the Truth pumped into their brains, question nothing and obey, both something left behind by history with no place in C21st England. 
 
Thus no matter how often I have pointed out that this is not a Catholic country, the Vatican has neither legal nor political power, the answer from evil insolent filthy vermin is it is now, from dirt and scum, perverts, fascists, all squawking it is now.
 
PANTHER -> Site news -> Voltaire and Jesus
by Ysabel Howard - Wednesday, 14 December 2011, 10:12 PM

 
[29] After enjoying some time in conversation with Socrates, he went forward with my guide into a grove situated above the thickets where all the sages of antiquity seemed to be tasting sweet repose.
[30] I saw a man of gentle, simple countenance, who seemed to me to be about thirty-five years old. From afar he cast compassionate glances on these piles of whitened bones, across which I had had to pass to reach the sages' abode. I was astonished to find his feet swollen and bleeding, his hands likewise, his side pierced, and his ribs flayed with whip cuts. " Good Heavens! " I said to him, " is it possible for a just man, a sage, to be in this state? I have just seen one who was treated in a very hateful way, but there is no comparison between his torture and yours. Wicked priests and wicked judges poisoned him; is it by priests anhd judges that you have been so cruelly assassinated? "
[31] He answered with much courtesy--"Yes."
[32] "And who were these monsters? "
[33] "They were hypocrites."
[34] "Ah! that says everything; I understand by this single word that they must have condemned you to death. Had you then proved to them, as Socrates did, that the Moon was not a goddess, and that Mercury was not a god? "
[35] "No, these planets were not in question. My compatriots did not know at all what a planet is; they were all arrogant ignoramuses. Their superstitions were quite different from those of the Greeks."
[36] "You wanted to teach them a new religion, then? "
[37] "Not at all; I said to them simply--' Love God with all your heart and your fellow-creature as yourself, for that is man's whole duty.' Judge if this precept is not as old as the universe; judge if I brought them a new religion. I did not stop telling them that I had come not to destroy the law butt to fulfill it; I had observed all their rites; circumcised as they all were, baptized as were the most zealous among them, like them I paid the Corban; I observed the Passover as they did, eating standing up a lamb cooked with lettuces. I and my friends went to pray in the temple; my friends even frequented this temple after my death; in a word, I fulfilled all their laws without a single exception."
[38] "What! these wretches could not even reproach you with serving from their laws? "
[39] "No, without a doubt."
[40] "Why then did they put you in the condition in which I now see you? "
[41] "What do you expect me to say! they were very arrogant and selfish. They saw that I knew them; they knew that I was making the citizens acquainted with them; they were the stronger; they took away my life: and people like them will always do as much, if they can, to whoever does them too much justice.'' . . .
[42] " You therefore contributed in no way by your speeches, badly reported, badly interpreted, to these frightful piles of bones which I saw on my road in coming to consult you? "
[43] "It is with horror only that I have seen those who have made themselves guilty of these murders."
[44] " And these monuments of power and wealth, of pride and avarice, these treasures, these ornaments, these signs of grandeur, which I have seen piled up on the road while I was seeking wisdom, do they come from you? "
[45] "That is impossible; I and my people lived in poverty and meanness: my grandeur was in virtue only."
[46] I was about to beg him to be so good as to tell me just who he was. My guide warned me to do nothing of the sort. He told me that I was not made to understand these sublime mysteries. Only did I conjure him to tell me in what true religion consisted. [47] "Have I not already told you? Love God and your fellow-creature as yourself."
[48] " What! if one loves God, one can eat meat on Friday? "
[49] "I always ate what was given me; for I was too poor to give anyone food."
[50] " In loving God, in being just, should one not be rather cautious not to confide all the adventures of one's life to an unknown man?"
[51] "That was always my practice."
[52] " Can I not, by doing good, dispense with making a pilgrimage to St. James of Compostella? "
[53] "I have never been in that country."
[54] " Is it necessary for me to imprison myself in a retreat with fools? "
[55] "As for me, I always made little journeys from town to town.''
[56]" Is it necessary for me to take sides either for the Greek Church or the Latin? "
[57] "When I was in the world I never made any difference between the Jew and the Samaritan."
[58] "Well, if that is so, I take you for my only master." Then he made me a sign with his head which filled me with consolation. The vision disappeared, and a clear conscience stayed with me.
Dictionnaire philosophique, Religion. Translated Hanover Historical Texts Project.

 
So, no, we don’t want for a moment to suggest there is anything in Christianity inimical to psychopaths like Sacranie and his filthy rabble; on the contrary we want to advance them.  This to a nation that grew up trilling ‘The King of Love my Shepherd is’ in morning assembly.  If those disgusting animals are religion, you can keep it.  Naturally the numbers fell through the floor. What is a suitable response to a murderous mob of sick animals who don’t like a book?  Gun them all down.  There is of course nothing in Christianity to support that either, but fine, if you want to define Christianity as friendly to psychopaths, why not go for it. 
 
Whatever lies are squawked, however many people are prosecuted, reviled, how many Labour animals scream about Islamophobia, you will not get the Christian and post-Christian world to accept moral equivalence between Jesus and for that matter Buddha and Mohammed, between the non-violent and the violent.  OK, a decent guy for his time, thoughtful, wrote a very long poem.  A general who had considerable numbers of people killed.  What is holy about this dude?  Let alone the loony-tune should have been dragged to the International Court of Justice Khomeini.  A holy man has spoken!  Bwahahaha.[YH1] 
 
How did it go? High crimes and misdemeanours against the Queen’s most excellent majesty.  Anyone or ones who put me, an Englishwoman and a British subject, under or consider me subject to the authority of the Roman Catholic Church should be hanged.  Especially if his name is Tony Blair, a Prime Minister trying to force docile acceptance of, respect for, filthy monkey puke on England, all got to crawl to the cravings of filthy vermin like Murphy O’Connor and Sacranie, dirt-monkeys, sick-boys, scum.  Otherwise get a few of the vile filthy despicable evil pigs on camera to explain they hate England, hate the free world.
 
As I read the runes, it was done remotely, probably via that evil old ape Mruphy O’Connor.  In the front line we have blustering stupid vicious, ineducable, vindictive Catholic peasants who should either have been summarily told which end is up or thrown out.  The old ape’s solution would have been to put me in the hands of ‘our lovely Catholic nurses’ who would ‘look after me’, knowing of course what they were, that they would listen only to their masters, who were backed all the way up the tree of evil, cardinals, popes, politicians.   Do these obscene  perverted nutjobs not understand the majority of us live in the C21st.  Of course they do.  They just don’t care.  Their vile primitive drool is to be imposed on us, their dirty monkey psychosis and perversion. I’m sure you can write the script.  Crippled, you say?  Oh that doesn’t matter.  A woman’s place is on her back anyway, haw-haw.  A nasty piece of work by all accounts, one of those libby types, some kind of slut who’s been putting it around.  A degree?  Well, I mean really, what a load of nonsense that is.  How can a woman have an intellect.  Who would possibly pay any attention to anything said by a woman? Of course she should bloody do what she’s told.  We all know the dear ladies can be a little exuberant, need a firm hand.  Democracy?  Oh, I really don’t think we need to bother with nonsense like that.  Quite unacceptable that senior people be questioned.
 
OK, now you know what is governing England.  To the extent that it is in the House of Commons, it needs to be exposed and subsequently voted out of the House of Commons, as would closet homophobes or racists.  50% of the population being governed, having decisions made for us, by men who hate and fear women is clearly not considered a problem.
 
Just nothing but filthy butchering murderous bonehead animals, the whole filthy lot of them, disgusting repulsive slave-mnokeys.  How may we please you, o Master,  we know only thy will , o Master, whatever you dribble is Truth, o Master, whatever you command is the Good, o Master, in you resides all good and truth, o Master, we yearn only to be instruments of your purpose, o Master, cripple her, destroy her, we can only obey, o Master, how may we best please you, o Master,  freedom and democracy are such silly evil nonsense, aren’t they, o Master, as it beats in their filthy animal brains you gotta do what you’re to-old, you gotta be obeed-yunt to your superiors set over you who know best and who are not to be questioned. Especially when they command the destruction of your spinal fusion and your country.   Obscene scum.  Or else they’re in it for the money.
 
Like you are fucking who, o fellow small hairless monkey on the third rock from the sun, but a delusional one that thinks it cannot be wrong, misinformed, ignorant, flawed in its reasoning or of course evil. 
 
Or of course it can’t be questioned because it has no answers, as is the case with the religious, who have no evidence for their claims. 
 
No creature who rejects the standards of democracy is of course fit for power and they should all have been stripped summarily of all power but that to make clinical decisions. 
 
Anyone who thinks I have to obey a sick cunt who demands I do work threatening my spinal fusion is by definition a nutjob who belongs in a padded cell, as indeed is anyone who thinks I should have accepted being put in conditions intended to continue damage to my spinal fusion.  Which is everyone.
 
No-one was ever going to sue me for four reasons: the reading list, exposure of cowardly cockroaches, exposure of their multiple crimes and exposure of my body.  Exhibit A, m’lud, x-ray of my spinal fusion; later they would have wished equally to conceal my grossly bent body. In a wheelchair.  I could explain to the court that I can walk a modest distance with a rollator but the distances involved in attending are too much for me.  Doubtless the rollator could be provided so I could show what I can and can’t do, all the while enthusiastically explaining that I did so want to attend in order to eyeball for the first time the cowardly cockroach vermin who did this to me.   I could add they assaulted my spinal fusion and went on assaulting it.  All they can do because they’re psychotic and intellectually useless is use force against me, hence this trial.  Order in court!  Not sure I’d be allowed to add that bit, but who cares.  No, I thought not.   But of course any feeble flimsy excuse for inaction would do.  Hey, maybe the evil bitch Fenton would like to sue me.  Show itself devoid of education, devoid of intellect, devoid of intelligence, contemptuous of truth, fact, justice, democracy, reason and most of all devoid of ethics and devoid of integrity.  Show itself to be completely criminal, conspiring to pervert the course of justice, conspiring to overthrow democracy, giving aid and comfort to the enemies of the Queen, causing grievous bodily harm, conspiring to achieve my mental and physical destruction, numerous offences against gender, the demand I perjure myself, say things I know are not true. 
 
Since these are animals who understand only power, force, corruption, violence, slyness, secrecy, criminality, bestiality, they would  inevitably end up  with bullets in their sick monkey brains, were it not for a trio of global catastrophes which concentrates attention elsewhere.
 
There is of course pandemic.  The elephant in the room has for some time been automation.  There is climate change.
 
I’m assuming that pandemic makes automation an even bigger elephant since clearly it is saner to have robots doing things than humans crowded together.  This might seem bad news particularly in the poorer parts of the world but if you have a lot of very poor people living on top of each other, under-nourished and therefore with weak immune response, to whom any possibility of social distancing or shielding is a distant dream, horrifying reality begins to look more like Third World countries need automation because their workforce has been decimated, rather than that workforce desperately needs work. 
 
All the Tories screaming about the economy reside just as much as Labour in a Lowry painting with all the little workers trooping to the factory.  There is absolutely no reason why full-scale manufacturing should not continue.  Robots can do many things.  One of them of course is work 24/7.
 
Got a new sofa from the 3D printer in the town square
 
Right now, the Labour Party has only one problem: automation.  A very large number of people recently arrived in the country, together with a very large number of people already here, aren’t going to have any jobs.  They’re not going to be fighting each other over jobs because there won’t be any jobs to fight over.  If they are not already reasonably rounded human beings with interests Labour needs to be developing their hearts and minds and turning them into people who are nice to be near, whether because they contribute ideas or they contribute human warmth. Thinking of useful things they can do and be paid for and of course working out how they can be paid and be formally idle, an ironic end to austerity, if ever there was one.  Some people will naturally return whence they came and fall over themselves to do so, an ironic end to endless hoo-ha about immigration, if ever there was one, though they quite possibly won’t find it any better elsewhere.  As below, the proportion of jobs threatened in India by automation is 69%   When Younge writes in the Guardian, End all immigration controls, his heart may be in the right place but which particular planet he is inhabiting is less clear.  
 
McDonnell, I think was at one point caught on camera calling for violent revolution.  Woo-hoo, the noble workers shall seize the means of production.  And smash the evil machine.  The word is Luddite.  If he wants to keep the country in the C19th, well, that will be interesting, just don’t blame Brexit for Britain falling behind the rest of the world.  But co-ops indeed are a possibility, the people put out of work who have contributed to the success of the enterprise ‘retiring’ with shares in it.
 
Thus having done its best to turn us all into illiterate ignorant grunting violent animals who respond to words with violence and pride ourselves on our ignorance, having turned as one on anyone who said anything should be demanded of the masses, any adherence to any intellectual or moral standards, for did we not understand they were victims (mostly of Labour’s love of animals, I mean, we’ve all gotta be equal, ain’t we), Labour now has an urgent need to cultivate interest in the arts, love of gardening, enthusiasm for exercise, the joys of cooking or wild flowers, fascination with local history, the pleasures of family life, pets, DIY, argument, intelligent conversation, who am I, what am I, why are you reading my bloody slogan? 
 
Unless of course it wants mobs of drunken and/or stoned animals in the streets, which it may well want, but which is unlikely to find mass approbation. 
 
Ostrich Land: the future is 20 years away.
 
Time to get the crucifixion of medicine in first, before the country has other things on its mind
 
Maybe won’t affect me much at all, let alone such place as I continue to play in the labour market, but technology moves fast.  For the moment the lovely guys and girls from Ocado will continue to check my eggs and ask me how many bags I’m returning, the lovely guys or girls from Amazon will worry if the package they’re handing me is too heavy for me.
 
Ocado has shown off a prototype driverless van designed to deliver goods at short distances.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-40421100
Amazon, the world's largest online retailer, is testing unmanned drones to deliver goods to customers, chief executive Jeff Bezos has said.
The drones, called Octocopters, could deliver packages weighing up to 2.3kg to customers within 30 minutes of them placing the order, he said.
However, he added that it could take up to five years for the service to start.
The US Federal Aviation Administration is yet to approve the use of unmanned drones for civilian purposes.
"I know this looks like science fiction, but it's not," Mr Bezos told CBS television's 60 Minutes programme.
"We can do half-hour delivery... and we can carry objects, we think, up to five pounds (2.3kg), which covers 86% of the items that we deliver."

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-25180906
The UK, I read, employs a mere 8% of the population in manufacturing.   But that’s all right, because there are always jobs in the service industries. 
 
Medical records have bar-codes and paperless is the world of the fantasist.  If ever there was a job a robot could do it’s gathering medical folders for clinics, sending simple emails to whomever the system deems to have the notes.  ‘You have these notes?’  ‘No.’  For that matter of course scanning sets of medical records could be done by a robot.  Open the folder, start at page one. 
 
Tianran Wang seems a sensible guy

Tianran Wang, a member of the Chinese Academy of Engineering and an expert on industrial automation, spoke about China’s manufacturing industry at the Beijing event. He said that it lagged behind those of other nations and would need a major technological overhaul. He also emphasized that part of the challenge will be figuring out which tasks can be automated most effectively, and how machines and humans can share the workload. “Not all labor-intensive industry can be automated,” Tianran said. “We need hybrid automation.”
 
“But the traditional economic path from increasing productivity of agriculture to light manufacturing and then to full-scale industrialisation may not be possible for all developing countries,” Mr. Kim said in response to a question at the Brookings Institute during a discussion on extreme poverty on Tuesday.
“In large parts of Africa, it is likely that technology could fundamentally disrupt this pattern. Research based on World Bank data has predicted that the proportion of jobs threatened in India by automation is 69 per cent, in China it is 77 per cent and in Ethiopia, the percentage of jobs threatened by automation is 85 per cent,” he said.
“Now, if this is true, and if these countries are going to lose these many jobs, we then have to understand what paths to economic growth will be available for these countries and then adapt our approach to infrastructure accordingly,” Mr. Kim said.
 
http://www.thehindu.com/business/Industry/Automation-threatens-69-jobs-in-India-World-Bank/article15427005.ece
 
And what is it in the UK?
Almost half of all jobs could be automated by computers within two decades and "no government is prepared" for the tsunami of social change that will follow, according to the Economist.

The magazine's 2014 analysis of the impact of technology paints a pretty bleak picture of the future.
It says that while innovation (aka "the elixir of progress") has always resulted in job losses, usually economies have eventually been able to develop new roles for those workers to compensate, such as in the industrial revolution of the 19th century, or the food production revolution of the 20th century.
But the pace of change this time around appears to be unprecedented, its leader column claims. And the result is a huge amount of uncertainty for both developed and under-developed economies about where the next 'lost generation' is going to find work.
It quotes a
2013 Oxford Martin School study that estimates 47% of all jobs could be automated in the next 20 years:
"Our findings thus imply that as technology races ahead, low-skill workers will reallocate to tasks that are non-susceptible to computerisation – i.e., tasks requiring creative and social intelligence. For workers to win the race, however, they will have to acquire creative and social skills," that study says.
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The Economist
also points out that current unemployment levels are startlingly high, but that "this wave of technological disruption to the job market has only just started".
Specifically the Economist points to new tech like driverless cars, improved household gadgets, faster and more efficient online communications and 'big data' analysis to areas that humans are quickly being superceded. And while new start-ups are raising billions, they employ few people - Instagram, sold to Facebook in 2012 for $1 billion, employed just 30 people at the time.
Those conclusions are echoed elsewhere. Another study ('Are You Ready For #GenMobile?'), to be released in full on 21 January by Aruba Networks, points out just how fast traditional working models are changing.
It says that 72% of British people now believe they work more efficiently at home, and that 63% need a WiFi network to complete their tasks - not bad for a technology that was barely standardised 10 years ago.
Meanwhile in 'The Second Machine Age', out this week, Erik Brynjolfsson and Andrew McAfee argue workers are under unprecedented pressure by the automation of skilled and unskilled jobs.

In a recent Salon interview Brynjolfsson said: "technology has always been destroying jobs, and it’s always been creating jobs, and it’s been roughly a wash for the last 200 years. But starting in the 1990s the employment to population ration really started plummeting and it’s now fallen off a cliff and not getting back up. We think that it should be the focus of policymakers right now to figure out how to address that."
The BBC also produced a report earlier this month which claimed, in stark tones, that "the robots are coming to steal our jobs".
http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2014/01/17/rise-of-the-machines-economist_n_4616931.html
 
Haldane said the Bank had used methodology pioneered in the US to model the impact of smarter machines on the UK labour market and its more than 30 million employees.
It classified jobs into three categories – those with a high (greater than 66%), medium (33-66%) and low (less than 33%) probability of automation, and made an adjustment for the proportion of employment those jobs represented.
“For the UK, roughly a third of jobs by employment fall into each category, with those occupations most at risk including administrative, clerical and production tasks.
“Taking the probabilities of automation, and multiplying them by the numbers employed, gives a broad brush estimate of the number of jobs potentially automatable. For the UK, that would suggest up to 15m jobs could be at risk of automation.”

https://www.theguardian.com/business/2015/nov/12/robots-threaten-low-paid-jobs-says-bank-of-england-chief-economist
At some point the doors of nations are going to slam shut, and it won’t be because of race or religion, and it won’t be the ‘First World’ versus the ‘Third World’ because although people may be falling over themselves to get the hell out there probably won’t be anywhere  to go if you’re not techy, not  possessed of some other specific skill or talent.  Don’t know about North Korea.  Maybe North Korea will solve the problem for us, abolish the future.
 
The world could divide very simply into Luddite or automated.  In some circs at least it will be incremental, and a matter of choice.  The golden opportunity lies before me of asking Alexa to ask Ocado to add carrots to my order, but I find I don’t want to do that.  If we stop short of the point where machines interact with personalities, then no robot can do things specific to me, or any individual.  Undoubtedly a robot would have been invaluable in all the hauling and heaving of the nightmare of clearing the house, but without access to my memories of 5, 15, 35 it could not have chosen what to keep and what to throw.  Yes, that book is falling apart but it revolutionized my thinking when I was 17.  Since at the moment I do very little in terms of interacting with the outside world, indeed at the moment since I don’t see many people anyway it seems prudent to see none while the flu epidemic lasts, it is a little hard to see how robotics will impact on my life, but certainly my long-term transport needs would seem to be assured, mooching around in a little pod.  Like probably a lot of people, if for a different reason, it’s a long time since I’ve trailed round shops looking for the perfect skirt or sweater.  Indeed I am the retail-trade’s worst nightmare incarnate, since I barely go to shops at all, maybe pop round to the Co-op if I run out of something.  What is the point of staggering around Marks or Ryman’s when I can order on-line. 
 
It may by the by be said that, at the expense of many hours on the Internet and off it measuring and thinking, I have had no failed on-line purchases, nothing which I have unpacked only to think shit, that’s not at all what I wanted/needed/expected.
 
Even in this externally unexciting life, there are possibilities.  I can’t really quite reach the top shelves in my kitchen cupboards, get things to the front and push them a bit.  I can’t quite reach the hooks on backs of doors to hang my coat or jacket.  So what else are the backs of chairs for.  A robotic arm would have its uses around the place.
 
So much for the Labour Party spearheading the great forward march of the toiling masses to socialism.  Certainly it will be necessary, but only if it’s not living in the C19th.

 
It doesn’t take much of a glance at the papers to conclude that both the people who run the country and those who comment on them are not living in the real world. 
 
Living in a loony bin on all levels.  Did you know you can buy a 3D printer on Amazon for less than the cost of a state-of-the-art laptop?
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Flashforge-upgraded-exclusive-technologyoutlet-Distributor/dp/B00LC6NVXO/ref=sr_1_17?s=industrial&ie=UTF8&qid=1505830261&sr=1-17&keywords=3d+printers
https://www.asme.org/engineering-topics/articles/manufacturing-design/coloring-complex-3d-printed-objects
Isn’t that just so cool?
https://youtu.be/FSu19nz7NlE
Comments are pretty good too.
What happens to all of it, insignia of wealth, status, diamond tiara, manor house, castle, palace, if people can just print the parts?  I should imagine part of all this is a frantic attempt to maintain status and pecking order, hierarchy, must one not have respect?  That Marxists are in full accord is just jam.  What happens to ‘reverse insignia’, cheap thin clothes with shoddy stitching?  After all, chemically, it’s all the same stuff.
What happens to everything when if you want a new sofa you pop to the community printer in the town centre?
 
I have in fact searched in vain for a mini-drone as a disability aid.  Maybe next year.  On the one hand if I’ve left my phone in the bedroom it would just be so cool to dispatch the little darling to flip flap fly locate and return. On  the other hand of course it would mean I should remain seated even more, bad thing.  There are of course enormous possibilities for anyone with a disability.  A driverless shopping trolley could be sent trundling off to the Co-op or for that matter M+S programmed with a smartcard of needs.  Product code on the Website, problem solved. 
Oh how badly the bottomlessly vile fascist fake Left want everyone kept illiterate and ignorant and dead from the neck up, how desperately murderously important it is to them these animals at UCH are never confronted with knowledge or expected to think
 
But the future is not 20 years away because we’ve possibly only got 12..
Saudi and the Gulf States for instance have much bigger problems than the yelpings of western Muslims, in fact a peculiarly hideous problem that flooding cannot be escaped by going inland because the interior is or will be frazzlingly hot.  Think back to those guys in the Middle Ages.  Since through the narrow lens these are intelligent and rational people they are trying to do something about this.  The flooding goes for all coastal regions on the entire bloody planet. 
Rising Temperatures in the Middle East | Center for Strategic and International Studies (csis.org)
How the Middle East is suffering on the front lines of climate change | World Economic Forum (weforum.org)
 
I found some really good stuff from one of the universities in Egypt too, but I can’t be bothered to refind it.
 
A propos, it’s pretty sensible to cover every inch of you when the mercury is hitting 40.  You do not go into the centre of the Arabian Peninsula to get a suntan.  But to say this applies in Birmingham in July or for that matter in an air-conditioned shopping mall in Jeddah, is pure manipulation of women by evil.  Similarly dietary laws, given the conditions in which people lived, as in for a start no refrigeration, must have contained some sense.  But the interesting mind that styled itself ‘the Lord your God’ is still way over the edge

The sexually sick religious whether their hang-up is women or gays or both so far from being deserving of 'respect' are a national joke. 
 
2. 'The Lord your God' as he styles himself is clearly a raving loony. A most interesting mind, unique, one might say.  Why he went to the trouble of creating these outcasts of the animal kingdom in the first place is not explained. 
 
Leviticus 11 
1And the LORD spake unto Moses and to Aaron, saying unto them,  
 
2Speak unto the children of Israel, saying, These are the beasts which ye shall eat among all the beasts that are on the earth.  
 
3Whatsoever parteth the hoof, and is clovenfooted, and cheweth the cud, among the beasts, that shall ye eat.  
 
4Nevertheless these shall ye not eat of them that chew the cud, or of them that divide the hoof: as the camel, because he cheweth the cud, but divideth not the hoof; he is unclean unto you.  
 
5And the coney, because he cheweth the cud, but divideth not the hoof; he is unclean unto you.  
 
6And the hare, because he cheweth the cud, but divideth not the hoof; he is unclean unto you.  
 
7And the swine, though he divide the hoof, and be clovenfooted, yet he cheweth not the cud; he is unclean to you.  
 
8Of their flesh shall ye not eat, and their carcase shall ye not touch; they are unclean to you.  
 
9These shall ye eat of all that are in the waters: whatsoever hath fins and scales in the waters, in the seas, and in the rivers, them shall ye eat.  
 
10And all that have not fins and scales in the seas, and in the rivers, of all that move in the waters, and of any living thing which is in the waters, they shall be an abomination unto you:  
 
11They shall be even an abomination unto you; ye shall not eat of their flesh, but ye shall have their carcases in abomination.  
 
12Whatsoever hath no fins nor scales in the waters, that shall be an abomination unto you.  
 
13And these are they which ye shall have in abomination among the fowls; they shall not be eaten, they are an abomination: the eagle, and the ossifrage, and the ospray,  
 
14And the vulture, and the kite after his kind;  
 
15Every raven after his kind;  
 
16And the owl, and the night hawk, and the cuckow, and the hawk after his kind,  
 
17And the little owl, and the cormorant, and the great owl,  
 
18And the swan, and the pelican, and the gier eagle,  
 
19And the stork, the heron after her kind, and the lapwing, and the bat.  
 
20All fowls that creep, going upon all four, shall be an abomination unto you.  
 
21Yet these may ye eat of every flying creeping thing that goeth upon all four, which have legs above their feet, to leap withal upon the earth;  
 
22Even these of them ye may eat; the locust after his kind, and the bald locust after his kind, and the beetle after his kind, and the grasshopper after his kind.  
 
23But all other flying creeping things, which have four feet, shall be an abomination unto you.  
 
24And for these ye shall be unclean: whosoever toucheth the carcase of them shall be unclean until the even.  
 
25And whosoever beareth ought of the carcase of them shall wash his clothes, and be unclean until the even.  
 
26The carcases of every beast which divideth the hoof, and is not clovenfooted, nor cheweth the cud, are unclean unto you: every one that toucheth them shall be unclean.  
 
27And whatsoever goeth upon his paws, among all manner of beasts that go on all four, those are unclean unto you: whoso toucheth their carcase shall be unclean until the even.  
 
28And he that beareth the carcase of them shall wash his clothes, and be unclean until the even: they are unclean unto you.  
 
29These also shall be unclean unto you among the creeping things that creep upon the earth; the weasel, and the mouse, and the tortoise after his kind,  
 
30And the ferret, and the chameleon, and the lizard, and the snail, and the mole.  
 
31These are unclean to you among all that creep: whosoever doth touch them, when they be dead, shall be unclean until the even.  
 
32And upon whatsoever any of them, when they are dead, doth fall, it shall be unclean; whether it be any vessel of wood, or raiment, or skin, or sack, whatsoever vessel it be, wherein any work is done, it must be put into water, and it shall be unclean until the even; so it shall be cleansed.  
 
33And every earthen vessel, whereinto any of them falleth, whatsoever is in it shall be unclean; and ye shall break it.  
 
34Of all meat which may be eaten, that on which such water cometh shall be unclean: and all drink that may be drunk in every such vessel shall be unclean.  
 
35And every thing whereupon any part of their carcase falleth shall be unclean; whether it be oven, or ranges for pots, they shall be broken down: for they are unclean and shall be unclean unto you.  
 
36Nevertheless a fountain or pit, wherein there is plenty of water, shall be clean: but that which toucheth their carcase shall be unclean. 
 
37And if any part of their carcase fall upon any sowing seed which is to be sown, it shall be clean.  
 
38But if any water be put upon the seed, and any part of their carcase fall thereon, it shall be unclean unto you.  
 
39And if any beast, of which ye may eat, die; he that toucheth the carcase thereof shall be unclean until the even.  
 
40And he that eateth of the carcase of it shall wash his clothes, and be unclean until the even: he also that beareth the carcase of it shall wash his clothes, and be unclean until the even.  
 
41And every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth shall be an abomination; it shall not be eaten.  
 
42Whatsoever goeth upon the belly, and whatsoever goeth upon all four, or whatsoever hath more feet among all creeping things that creep upon the earth, them ye shall not eat; for they are an abomination.  
 
43Ye shall not make yourselves abominable with any creeping thing that creepeth, neither shall ye make yourselves unclean with them, that ye should be defiled thereby.  
 
44For I am the LORD your God: ye shall therefore sanctify yourselves, and ye shall be holy; for I am holy: neither shall ye defile yourselves with any manner of creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.  
 
45For I am the LORD that bringeth you up out of the land of Egypt, to be your God: ye shall therefore be holy, for I am holy.  
 
46This is the law of the beasts, and of the fowl, and of every living creature that moveth in the waters, and of every creature that creepeth upon the earth:  
 
47To make a difference between the unclean and the clean, and between the beast that may be eaten and the beast that may not be eaten. 
 
 
If they campaigned vigorously against prawn cocktail and rabbit pie, we could at least give them credit for being loonies with integrity  but to jabber endlessly on about gays ignoring all the other abominations just makes its clear they’re talking through their pricks and their twisted little brains.
 
God Hates Shrimp Shrimp, crab, lobster, clams, mussels, all these are an abomination before the Lord, just as gays are an abomination. Why stop at protesting gay marriage? Bring all of God's law unto the heathens and the sodomites. We call upon all Christians to join the crusade against Long John Silver's and Red Lobster. Yea, even Popeye's shall be cleansed. The name of Bubba shall be anathema. We must stop the unbelievers from destroying the sanctity of our restaurants.

 
The Shellfish Suppression Act is also good value.
 
God Hates Shrimp
 
Oh, does some dirty evil lying pervert they call the Pope claim religion is not mocked?
It just hasn’t caught on.
 
Here is a picture of Jesus with his pet ferret.

Picture

Interest good on the thirty pieces of silver, was it, Blair?

There is of course no point in getting distressed when crushed under a granite slab of pure evil, having sly cowardly despicable animals deciding for me whether I need to be able to walk properly or to run, whether I need to have a decent retirement, creatures who en masse belong on the gallows whose sole aim is to destroy the free world and make it into a sewer of corruption, psychosis, sexual disease, where fact and reason are dismissed out of hand. 

 Mutations, permutations, all the little genes and atoms, all the DNA and what have you, eventually evolved a particular kind of intelligence, which we call human, making judgements about the world about it, scratching its head – who did that? I did! There is an ‘I’. That which thinks or acts, that which copulates or feeds, that which is confined within my body is separate from him over there. But this ‘I’ is an invention of a brain whose judgements are related to the survival of the organism and the survival of the self. The real 'I' is connected at source.

The source is absolute. At the risk of sounding obvious, the point about an absolute is that it isn’t relative. ‘Good’ is given meaning by ‘bad’ and vice versa. You can’t have a one-sided piece of paper. The source is not good. The term has no meaning. It is. Subjectivizing that ‘is’ leads to ‘bad’ and ‘good’ and ‘totally harmless’. It’s a nice day. I think I’ll go for a walk. Evil isn’t Man being what he is but being what he isn’t, the triumph of the ego, the illusory self, which feels threatened, needs to oppress, control, destroy.

People are self-centred or other-centred. Self-centredness is finally always giving self priority, the value of another defined relative to ‘I‘, which consequently perceives itself the centre of the universe. Or ‘I has an absolute value, derived from being human. All ‘I‘s are equally human and thus equal in rights. Other-centredness is finally giving others equal weight, seeing or attempting to see what is there. Most of us are both self-centred and other-centred, our actions and reactions consequent upon our conditioned thinking and our twitttering egos. The dictator at once responsible for the deaths of thousands and in tears over sick children is an object of satire and a complex psychological reality.
What is called love is escape from self toward the reality of another as separate, a discrete autonomous being endowed with equal rights. He or she equally has opinions and feelings he or she likes to express and indeed fears and doubts he or she does not particularly like to express. He or she is a human being both like you and unlike you, distinct from you, not the creature of your imaginings and the slave of your ideology to be only what you permit him or her to be.

Mental advance consists in moving from fear to love, fear of the supposed threat, fear of power, fear of the powerful who have the capacity to hurt in order to retain their power, to empathy. Empathetic humans require no criminal law. They are self-regulating. They do not wish to order others around. Mental advance lies in command of one's own mind, in knowledge of and command of one's self. The advance of political liberty is the progress from the absolute power in the hands of a few to absolute power in the hands of each. The new-born babe, the two-year-old are models of self-centredness, but fortunately too small to inflict damage. Some never make it to emotional adulthood. These are the people who mess the world around - and who sanctify their inadequacy and ego with orthodox religion, which makes the demands of the ego into divine Will.
Naturally they don't like it, having spent two to three thousand years keeping people ignorant, fearful and impotent.

There is one perfectly good sense in which humans are puny and insignificant, and that is as a part of the universe, which as we know is like big. We are not required to find a hill-top to stand on to daily tell the universe how small and meaningless we are, what crap we are or others are, how we hope the universe will forgive us for existing, how much we beg it to let us do its will.


There is and has been for as long as humans started to think about these things, an area of human thought in which belief and unbelief meet. The orthodox of course both know about it and strive with all their might to enforce division. That is pantheism, the proposition everything is in essence god, you, me, the fly buzzing against the window, the lilies of the field. 'Are ye not better than they?' Different: ye have the capacity called consciousness to know what ye are.


To write of goodness, truth, beauty and love, of 'avatars of living grace', is to demonstrate the evil, falsity, ugliness and hate of orthodox religion, which is of course something the free world has long been aware of, but that is apparently unknown to our Beloved Leaders.


ANTHER -> Site news -> Consciousness 101
by Ysabel Howard - Wednesday, 14 December 2011, 10:33 PM

 
Consciousness 101

Level One is OOK, Monkey-man ruled by fear, relating everything to self, dividing the rest of the world into inferiors (smaller monkeys) of whom he has no fear and can therefore maltreat with impunity and superiors (bigger monkeys) who can hurt him and to whom he must defer

Monkey-man is very frightened of words, ideas, love, the things that make him human, and these must be strictly controlled. They can hurt him. They may demean or elevate his position in the primate pecking order, a position jealously guarded and bolstered with ritual, with costume and more recently with files, for information is power. The more things he is able to control the more important he thinks he is.

As a chimpanzee recoils at the sight of a snake-shape, so Monkey-man is only capable of coping with the external form of his fellow-human beings, their position relative to him defined by their colour or their gender. His mind is a swamp. He lives entirely in an imagined reality he has acquired from others. These others may be parents or peers. The imagined reality may be formalized as a belief-system. That belief-system must condemn all independent activity of heart and mind, since it is threatened thereby. He has no idea why he thinks what he thinks, only that 'everyone knows' it to be the truth. Consequently he is acutely vulnerable to criticism of it, with no emotional or intellectual means of handling what he perceives as a threat.

The Good is what authority, power, says is the good, regardless of how evidently it is actually the mad, the bad and the sad.

Level Two is where some ability to see others as individuals kicks in, and so some acknowledgement of the rights of others appears. The person has begun to use his heart and mind, to question what he has been taught, to empathize with those he has been taught to despise. He begins to connect to the reality of other humans.

Level Three is where he accepts, at least theoretically, the equal rights of others. I say what I think. You say what you think. I walk down the street unimpeded. You walk down the street unimpeded. Here he may be sufficiently mature to shrug off negative comment, capable of reason and no longer frightened of words, though he will abandon argument and surrender to demand for censorship when frightened or there is a 'threat to public order'. He generally sees people as individuals and likes or dislikes individuals, not classes or races, but still retains a knee-jerk subservience to a bigger monkey: he respects authority and equates power with the good. If he has a religion it will have evolved from terror to love but will probably still be fairly literal - he will believe that Jesus' resurrection or Mohammed's Night Journey are fact not metaphor.

Free and democratic societies rest on their citizens making some connection with reality, primarily the most evident reality of all, a fellow human being, connecting with their fellow-citizens as independent and separate, not an extension of them, and equal in rights. Once people think and as has happened encouraged to think and as the feral branches of religion have always told them to think that the imagined realities, the delusional realities in their heads are sacrosanct, freedom and democracy are threatened. The assault is on reality.
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PANTHER -> Site news -> Jesus!
by Ysabel Howard - Wednesday, 14 December 2011, 10:24 PM


The Jesus of the New Testament is not the Jesus of the Qu'ran. Nor of course is he the Jesus of a million vociferous 'believers', of Websites ranging from the purely rankly sickly awful to the adorably awful.
Human beings invent realities and proceed to fuck over anyone who doesn't share them. This is so whether the idea is what happens to the bread and wine at Communion or it's their relidg-jion and relidg-jion is sai-cred. For this reason it is unwise to instruct them to do any more than keep their nasty claws out of others and try to love them.
You are perfectly at liberty to call Jesus a shit and indeed he could be distinctly rude. However, you will find it quite hard going to prove it, since our definitions of non-shittiness are largely derived from his teachings: by the time you have contemplated those blasted motes and beams, judged not that ye be not judged, let your yea be yea and your nay be nay, spake openly, and loved your neighbour as yourself, with bonus points for loving your enemy and praying for them who despitefully use you, you are being decidedly non-shitty, though you may also be dead, since your enemies will not necessarily have the courtesy to appreciate you.
Either Jesus or the gospel-writers had an advanced sense of humour. A man who says that he regards the Law as sacrosanct and then goes straight on to tear it up, gosh, folks, in olden times it used to be said, but I'm telling you something completely different, a man with his clearly stated views on scribes and Pharisees who says he's dining with publicans and sinners because they need him and the holy folks don't, is a man with a sense of humour. He spent a great deal of his 'Ministry' pushing it and surviving on his wits.
The doleful, narrow, vindictive, power-crazed and in short tacky would probably not wish these two propositions together in the same galaxy, never mind the same blog post. Gee, guys, life can be tough.

Tacky little brutes, aren’t you.

Oh, the Rude and Unnecessary turning over of tables:

PANTHER -> Site news -> "He's only the most intelligent man in the Bible, that's all!"
by Ysabel Howard - Saturday, 17 December 2011, 11:31 PM

 
"Franny,... What do you think you're doing with the Jesus prayer?" he asked. "This is what I was trying to get at last night. Before you told me to go chase myself. You talk about piling up treasure- money, property, culture, knowledge, and so on and so on. In going ahead with the Jesus prayer- just let me finish, now, please- in going ahead with the Jesus prayer, aren't you trying to lay up some kind of treasure? Something that's every goddam bit as negotiable as all those other, more material things? Or does the fact that it's a prayer make all the difference? I mean by that, is there all the difference in the world, for you, in which side somebody lays up his treasure- this side, or the other? The one where thieves can't break in, et cetera?... As a matter of simple logic, there's no difference at all, that I can see, between the man who's greedy for material treasure- or even intellectual treasure- and the man who's greedy for spiritual treasure. As you say, treasure's treasure, God damn it, and it seems to me that ninety percent of all the world-hating saints in history were just as acquisitive and unattractive, basically, as the rest of us are." ...
"This last thing," he said abruptly, "will probably cause and explosion. But I can't help it. It's the most important thing of all." He appeared to consult the ceiling plaster briefly, then closed his eyes. "I don't know if you remember, but I remember a time around here, buddy, when you were going through a little apostasy from the New Testament that could be heard for miles around. Everyone was in the goddam Army at the time, and I was the one that got his ear bent. But do you remember? Do you remember it at all?"
"I was all of ten years old!" Franny said- nasally, rather dangerously.
"I know you were. I know how old you were. I know very well how old you were. C'mon, now. I'm not bringing this up with the idea of throwing anything back in your teeth- my God. I'm bringing this up for a good reason. I'm bringing it up because I don't think you understood Jesus when you were a child and I don't think you understand him now. I think you've got him confused in your mind with about five or ten other religious personages, and I don't see how you can go ahead with the Jesus prayer til you know who's who and what's what. Do you remember at all what started that little apostasy?... Franny? Do you remember, or don't you?"
He didn't get an answer. Only the sound of a nose being rather violently blown.
"Well, I do, it happens. Matthew, Chapter Six. I remember is very clearly, buddy. I even remember where I was. I was back in my room putting some friction tape on my goddam hockey stick, and you banged in- all in an uproar, with the Bible wide open. You didn't like Jesus anymore, and you wanted to know if you could call Seymour at his Army camp and tell him all about it. And you know why you didn't like Jesus anymore? I'll tell you. Because, one, you didn't approve of his going into the synagogue and throwing all the tables and idols all over the place. That was very rude, very Unnecessary. You were sure that Solomon or somebody wouldn't have done anything like that. And the other thing you disapproved of- the thing you had the Bible open to- was the lines 'Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.' That was all right. That was lovely. That you approved of. But, when Jesus says in the same breath, 'Are ye not much better than they?'- ah, that's where little Franny gets off. That's where little Franny quits the Bible cold and goes straight to Buddha, who doesn't discriminate against all those nice fowls of the air. All those sweet, lovely chickens and geese that we used to keep up at the Lake. And don't tell me again that you were ten years old. Your age has nothing to do with what I'm talking about. There are no big changes between ten and twenty- or ten and eighty, for that matter. You still can't love a Jesus as much as you'd like to who did and said a couple of things he was at least reported to have said or done- and you know it. You're constitutionally unable to love or understand any son of God who throws tables around. And you're constitutionally unable to love or understand any son of God who says a human being, any human being- even a Professor Tupper- is more valuable to God than any soft, helpless Easter chick."
Franny was now facing directly into the sound of Zooey's voice, sitting bolt upright, a wad of Kleenex clenched in one hand. Bloomberg was no longer in her lap. "I suppose you can," she said, shrilling.
"It's beside the point whether I can or not. But, yes, as a matter of fact, I can. I don't feel like going into it, but at least I've never tried, consciously or otherwise, to turn Jesus into St. Francis of Assisi to make him more 'lovable'- which is exactly what ninety-eight percent of the Christian world has always insisted on doing. Not that it's to my credit. I don't happen to be attracted to the St. Francis of Assisi type. But you are. And, in my opinion, that's one of the reasons why you're having this little nervous breakdown. And especially the reason why you're having it at home. This place is made to order for you. The service is good, and there's plenty of hot and cold running ghosts. What could be more convenient? You can say your prayer here and roll Jesus and St. Francis and Seymour and Heidi's grandfather all in one." Zooey's voice stopped, very briefly. "Can't you see that? Can't you see how unclearly, how sloppily, you're looking at things? My God, there's absolutely nothing ten-rate about you, and you're up to you're neck at this minute in tenth-rate thinking. Not only is the way you're going about your prayer tenth-rate religion but, whether you know it or not, you're having a tenth-rate nervous breakdown. I've seen a couple of real breakdowns, and the people who had them didn't bother to pick and choose the place they --"
"Just stop it, Zooey! Just stop it!" Franny said, sobbing.
"I will, in a minute, in just a minute. Why are you breaking down, incidently? I mean if you're able to go into a collapse with all your might, why can't you use the same energy to stay well and busy? All right, so I'm being unreasonable. I'm being very unreasonable now. But, my God, how you try what little patience I was born with! You take a look around your college campus, and the world, and politics, and one season of summer stock, and you listen to the conversation of a bunch of nitwit college students, and you decide that everything's ego, ego, ego, and the only intelligent thing for a girl to do is lie around and shave her head and say the Jesus Prayer and beg God for a little mystical experience that'll make her nice and happy."
Franny shrieked, "Will you shut up, please?" ...
"Always the heavy," Zooey said, a trifle too matter-of-factly. "No matter what I say, I sound as though I'm undermining your Jesus Prayer. And I'm not, God damn it. All I am is against why and how and where you're using it. I'd like to be convinced- I'd love to be convinced- that you're not using it as a substitute for doing whatever the hell your duty is in life, or just your daily duty. Worse than that, though, I can't see, I swear to God I can't- how you can pray to a Jesus you don't even understand. And what's really inexcusable, considering that you've been funnel-fed on just about the same amount of religious philosophy that I have- what's really inexcusable is that you don't try to understand him. There'd be some excuse for it if you were either a very simple person, like the pilgrim, or a very goddam desperate person- but you're not simple, buddy, and you're not that damned desperate." ... "God Almighty, Franny," he said. "If you're going to say the Jesus Prayer, at least say it to Jesus, and not to St. Francis and Seymour and Heidi's grandfather all wrapped up in one. Keep him in mind if you say it, and him only, and him as he was and not as you'd like him to have been. You don't face any facts. This same damned attitude of not facing facts is what got you into this messy state of mind in the first place, and it can't possibly get you out of it." ...
"The part that stumps me, really stumps me, is that I can't see why anybody- unless he was a child, or an angel, or a lucky simpleton like the pilgrim- would even want to say the prayer to a Jesus who was the least bit different from the way he looks and sounds in the New Testament. My God! He's only the most intelligent man in the Bible, that's all! Who isn't he head and shoulders over? Who? Both Testaments are full of pundits, prophets, disciples, favorite sons, Solomons, Isaiahs, Davids, Pauls- but, my God, who beside Jesus really knew which end was up? Nobody. Not Moses. Don't tell me Moses. He was a nice man, and he kept in beautiful touch with his God, and all that- but that's exactly the point. He had to keep in touch. Jesus realized there is no separation from God... Oh, my God, what a mind!" he said. "Who else, for example, would have kept his mouth shut when Pilate asked for an explanation? Not Solomon. Don't say Solomon. Solomon would have had a few pithy words for the occasion. I'm not sure Socrates wouldn't have, for that matter. Crito, or somebody, would have managed to pull him aside just long enough to get a couple of well-chosen words for the record. But most of all, above everything, who in the Bible besides Jesus knew- knew- that we're carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we're all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look? You have to be a son of God to know that kind of stuff. Why don't you think of these things? I mean it, Franny, I'm being serious.
JD Salinger: Franny and Zooey

Which just happens to be exactly what I feel about the filth of London medicine

Blair will fix your wildest dreams/Name your pleasure; he will sell/Linch has tricks you won't believe/There is nothing you can't buy.

I think it can fairly be said that in 2000 years the Vatican has learned exactly nothing:

I look for truth and find that I get damned.  Yeah, I can say that, only it's somewhere between absurd and obscene because this is not a Roman colony in AD33, this is C21st England, at the heart of the free world, first established in 1776.

“This society has two pillars, Athens and Nazareth, love and mind, if you prefer not to be parochial. These are universal values, facets of the human animal. Both have been rotted, largely by those charged with upholding them.”

If you want to be personal about it, it has two pillars, Jesus and Socrates, both of whom were executed for blasphemy.  But of course degraded, depraved vicious, dirty degenerate, perverted, psychotic old baboons in black dresses never learn anything.  That I should for ten seconds have been bothered is obscene in itself.

Why was democracy not imposed on these vermin?  Why were they not forced to accord with fact and reason?  Why were the facts not immediately publicly established?  Ask the sick brute they call the Pope.

None of this would have happened were it not for the twisted ape-spawn of religion.  Normal people would have howled in outrage at the assault on my spinal fusion.  Normal people would have howled in outrage at the assault on democracy.


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