And here the matter rests at present

​I have of course displayed my family tree many times before but I recognize it is confusing to those with one brain cell between them.  Perhaps just the relevant bits where Gertrude (Tusha) Bravo married Thomas Hulley Howard and Richard Percy Kisch married Margaret Irene Cecilia Howard. 

Everyone knows Nazis are stupid, but this stupid?  My knowledge of the SS is limited but I seem to have read that they actually delved into family records to find who might be part-Jewish.  The ability to read appears to have eluded the current generation of Nazis.  

They dare impose the mores of their gutters, their sewers, their monkey-holes on the wider world and demand I abide by them.

Am I a whore to the dirty animal brain of a peasant, a savage, a sexually diseased animal?  How funny.  Or at least it would be if the entire country were not apparently convinced I should abide by the standards of sexually diseased animals.  And what, a tart, a hooker, a slag, soiled, used goods.  No-one is going to care what happens to a woman like that.

Come on, ape, tell me in public that I’m soiled, a fallen woman, a whore, because I have enjoyed a sex life without being married.  Come on, you filthy, sly, cowardly, squalid pile of infected monkey-shit, give us all a laugh in these difficult times.  But that of course is not the precise point.  The point is anyone pays any attention to you.

And how do you think you come to have the rights of property over my body, ape?  Where are the deeds, where Is the bill of sale?  Precisely how,  you insolent, impertinent, evil, psychotic freak, do you come to presume my body is yours to break.

It seems we all now in central London in the C21st have to take care to be what perverts and freaks and animals call ‘modestly’ dressed; the insignia of the female form should not be apparent.  Now walk down Tottenham Court Road.  It is of course as ludicrous as it is the reality of the mad sick perverted inverts of Haematology, who coo over sexually diseased freaks. Deformed ape women like Saunders probably think I should be apologetic, I know it was really wrong of me, but I only did it once.  I do not think it was the slightest bit wrong of me and I did it loads of times.  Sex is nice.  Of course it helps to be an emotionally mature adult not a child-monster like her, kept infantile, hanging on the tit, dependent on a web of lies by her travesty of an education.

Some freak perv spittles something like, my child you may not dress like that, it is not seemly.  OK, it’s his view, but I’m supposed to think it’s important, intrinsically superior to my own. I have been judged and found wanted by a superior life-form set over me for my good.  They all do, the freaks, the grovelers, the pervert monkeys of medicine.  They actually believe the dribbling of rabid animals in black dresses is the boundary of the acceptable,  the ceiling of existence, to which they instantly abandon all fact and reason, these pollutants in my university, a tumour, a cancer destroying it from within, baboon slave-brute doctors who have no interest in the university other than as a means of accruing status and power to themselves. They actually believe all fact and reason is to be abandoned in the favour of the ravings of rabid animals, they actually believe independent activity of heart and mind is an evil. Insolent, arrogant, impudent.  They’re deformed, perverts, freaks

Isn’t it enough that they absolutely rejected public establishing of the facts, these so-called academics.  They love evil.  They worship evil.  This is the world of the invert, where cowardice is superior to courage, ignorance to learning, irrationality to reason, fascism to democracy, lies to truth, where the sly and squalid and dishonest are venerated.  No-one dreams of demanding they accord with fact and reason, state their problem in the open or save their breath.  The first thing anyone normal assumes about someone who refuses to speak openly where everyone can hear and anyone can challenge is that he or she is lying through his or her teeth.  These are not normal people.

They actually believe women get beaten up, crippled, destroyed.  That’s their normal, shrug, but their moral disease is (possibly) not the problem of the university.  Until female students are their victims.  

What do you do with creatures so vile and deformed and filthy that when animals demand the physical abuse of a woman who has major spinal surgery they say yes of course, let us hold your coats for you, who did nothing even when I became crippled.   Except jeer, of course.

And who is ra-ra-ra for them, heterosexual male to whom it doesn’t occur that the remaining 60% of the population can really be said to matter , in particular of course the filth of clerics falsifying history, demanding religion be ‘respected’.

It simply doesn’t occur to any of the invert vermin that it’s my body, my property, to do with what I choose, not the property of their master to break at his will, my body, you sickening repulsive cunts, you obscene bloody vermin.  They just sat and watched because they’re freaks, inverts, sickos, rot and disease.  Any normal human would have howled in fury at the assault on my spinal fusion, howled in fury at the assault on democracy. Absolutely obvious what was happening to my body.  Absolutely obvious the total absence of democracy.  No-one dreamed of interfering, getting me out of there, checking over my body for damage, no-one inside UCH, no-one outside, no-one lifted a finger, so now I’m severely disabled and facing possible destitution.  Well played, cuntheads, exactly the result required.  Undoubtedly Linch and Goldstone are very clever men.  Absolute vermin, but clever vermin.  What lies did you spread, vermin?

No normal British woman is safe.  But that of course is rather the point of the agenda of rampant evil so enthusiastically propagated, the gross falsification of history that religion is not to be mocked, that religion cannot of its nature be evil and disgusting, a mental convolution only the brains of the sick and deformed could achieve.  No matter how vile, how criminal, how universally condemned an act when performed by those who have no religion, if that act is deemed the consequence of belief, it becomes good and virtuous, there is unanimous agreement that those who performed should not distressed or perturbed by being told what filth they are.  One must tiptoe around their sacred beliefs, be sensitive, not upset them.

Thus I imagine they whine something of the nature of they can see it matters to me, but really water under the bridge, it is not important.  Of course: the sustained abuse of a medically vulnerable woman resulting in my being crippled and cheerfully overseen by so-called doctors and nurses, the refusal at any point to interfere, to speak, specifically when I became crippled, the absolute refusal to publicly establish the facts,  the insolent rejection of all fact and reason, the abandoning of all norms of a free and democratic and civilized society, the breaking of my body and the wrecking of my life, the attempt to destroy me mentally and physically, the conspiracy to pervert the course of justice, the giving of aid and comfort to the enemies of the Queen, the causing of grievous bodily harm, are all as nothing compared to keeping democracy away from UCH, keeping criminals in positions of authority, keeping the criminally insane safe from the reality of the society in which they dwell, upholding fascism and total intellectual and moral corruption, cos I mean they just aren’t total intellectual and moral corruption, are they, I mean, they’re religion and everyone knows religion is good.

Like any active woman, my usual leisure attire was actually about as sexy as combat gear, being a T, a thick sweater, a canvas gilet, any old jeans or jogging paints, thick socks and combat boots.   Yeah, right, me plying my trade half way up a mountain in the Highlands with no other human being in sight.  

Thus it was fine for perverted and disgusting animals to assault me, cripple me, no-one was sensitive about that, no-one tiptoed round it, but evil animals must not be made to feel bad about themselves.

Filthy little crawlers, jumped-up trash, surrender all fact, reason, morality to an ape with a club.  Contemptible vermin whose sole concern was pleasing rabid animals, falling over their filthy repulsive animal selves to obey, to destroy me, destroy democracy, to ensure democracy does not touch their shit-hole, garbage-monkeys, with no ethics, no honour, no integrity, no reason, no intellect, no imagination.  Whatever you say, o master, we yearn to obey, o master, we know only thy will, o master. How did it go, I’m sure Carol remembers.  The vicious stupid, basically brain-dead, money-grubbing, power-worshipping dregs of the upwardly mobile lower middle class.  Petit bourgeois fascists, the scum of the earth, swanning around think themselves God Almighty, vile and repulsive, dead from the neck up, completely criminal, no notion of truth or justice; the truth is whatever Master tells them and Master cannot lie.   What the law is for, to protect civilized people from filth like them, violent animals who think they can break my body and wreck my life. 

Now, if we could just have a First Amendment to protect civilized life from violent animal hysterics, then we could all live happily ever after, couldn’t we.  But of course that would distress the vile filthy and offended animal hysterics. Then criminals could be freely told they’re criminals, illiterates, cowards, butchers, fascists, psychopaths, liars, traitors could be freely told they’re illiterates, cowards, butchers, fascists, psychopaths, liars, traitors.  The sly and disgusting and squalid could be told what filth they are.  We couldn’t have that, could we. Ain’t yer just gotta ‘ave respect for the dregs of the sewers. 

The absolute evil of these filthy brutes being left free to sink their infected claws into my body and my life. The absolute evil of the Blair Government siding with them, leaving me in their hands, refusing to force democracy on them, force transparency, force accountability, demand the dirty brutes account for themselves in public.   

The sheer obviousness of cold brutish insolent treason, cold brutish insolent evil, about which no-one will lift a fucking finger.  Ooh no, no-one can do anything.  No-one can possibly move against them.  No-one can possibly cause them distress by assisting me in any way.

It can probably be safely assumed that half the people making the decision I should be washed down the drain have absolutely no idea of the facts, have been monstrous lies about me, and no-one, no-one at all will break the spell, will force recognition of fact.  Perfectly fine to knock around a stupid cunt of a woman, all they’re good for, isn’t it, boys having a bit of larf, you have to be indulgent, I mean really to make a fuss about crippling a woman, what sort of sick feminist crap is that, Cameron, Johnson, Blair, Brown, Clegg, anyway it’s only a fucking slag.  Just knock the stupid bitch around until she learns to keep her fucking marf shut, learns who’s her fucking master, learns to fucking obey, isn’t that the truth, Patel, Javid, Rees-Mogg, Raab, course they assaulted her spinal fusion, that’s sense ,that is, get the filthy cunt where she’s vulnerable, make sure she never walks properly again, is that not the case, Linch, Goldstone, Naylor, Ardeshna, Whelan, Saunders, Rowley, Boden, Fenton, that’ll shut the filthy cunt up, won’t it. 

Thus the foul cockroach scum who govern the country jabber and whine to each other in darkness, filthy and squalor.  They live on lies, eat, breathe lies.  And of course the carrion whine of the castrati, you can’t do anything, it’s religion.  This is England in the C21st century, centuries after something called the French Revolution in which something was fucking done about religion, its authority was overthrown, the free world was born.

One more time, just for the hell of it.


PANTHER: the argument

The collapse of the credibility of Marxism has enabled the power of both religion and capital to go largely unchallenged and the restoration of a Left ready to confront both is needed to restore balance in our societies.

We are being taken into Never-Never-Land where the most basic facts of political and intellectual history are ignored as though they never were: 'defamation' and derision of religion have been standard form for some 300 years from the Enlightenment through to Marx, Darwin and the counter-culture, and are the root of the free world. ‘They eat and drink, shit and piss their god,’ observed Voltaire (‘chient et pissent leur Dieu’, Dictionnaire philosophique: Transubstantiation, 1769) ‘Spiritual booze‘, ‘mediaeval mildew‘, opined Lenin (Socialism and Religion, 1905). People have not hesitated to say what they think, not what others have instructed them it is permissible to think and so established the foundations of the modern world, of science, of medicine, and of gender equality.
 
The hostility the Enlightenment evokes in certain orthodox religious is due to their loss of power. Instead of the self-appointed representatives of God set on high above us all to dictate what we may think, what we may do, how we may be, we became equal in rights. Power was transferred to the governed who gave power to the governing, who are equals, fellow, fallible human beings  accountable for how they exercise the power given them and can be dislodged and dismissed if they abuse it.

I own me. Who else can? Slavery has been abolished. I decide what I read. I decide what I think about it. I decide what I say or write, as I decide what I wear and with whom I shall make love.


The notion it is given people are in some sense property, tools of a greater purpose, whether God’s will or the demand of the State (in both cases of course what equally fallible fellow-humans have decided is God's will or the demand of the State) appears to be  gospel for something like 95% of the current 'Left'. Soviet Marxism adopted it lock, stock and barrel. To insist on being oneself not a creature of the will of others, thinking only what one’s masters permit, is evil/insanity. The wannabe overlord has a stock vocabulary - wilful, insolent, impudent, rebellious all terms which simply mean resistant to the wilful, insolent and impudent, if not rebellious, attempting to impose its will not only on other people but on reality itself, to define the mental world of all who surround it, to create a false reality and call it Truth.
 
You may wish to have a purpose to your existence, but it is not for others to say what you are for.  Once people are designated a purpose , if they fail to be fit-for-use they are expendable. Thus the Gulag Archipelago.

It is possible theoretically we are in some sense the property of God, but that does not make us the property of God's self-appointed representatives. This is a Protestant country; we sort ourselves out with God, should He, She or It exist.
 
The concept of God is not in itself a problem to anyone. We can argue until the end of the universe about whether God created quarks and it makes no difference to the even tenor of our lives.  The problem is those who insist the universe and its inhabitants are as described many centuries past by people who could not be talking out of the back of their heads because God spoke through them and so cannot be criticized, derided or indeed corrected.
 
The earth is not flat.  Most of us, whether theist or atheist, have moved on. 
 
There are many ‘abominations’ noted in Leviticus - God is not keen  on crustaceans, coneys or many other elements of his supposed creation. God Hates Shrimp is entertaining on this subject.  Clearly rabbit-pie is taboo and indeed swan.  Should someone tell the Queen, who is after all the head of the Church of England? To pick on just one ‘abomination’ and ignore the rest suggests a certain mental strangeness - what happened to ‘scriptural authority’? -
but it was only with the movements to ordain women that the full extent of the strangeness became apparent.  Clerical homophobia is more than some sexually confused old chaps clinging to Scripture to justify their confusion.  It seems sex and gender have cosmic significance., that the cosmos is rocked to its foundations by a female person representing Jesus.  How the sexual arrangements of an ape-descendant on the third rock from the sun comes to define the multiverse is not explained.
 
The stories a society tells itself are a mirror of how it sees itself and this society's block-buster record-breaker stories are not of 'up there' or 'down there' or even 20000 leagues under the sea, and only sometimes of 'over there', lost kingdoms where the hand of man has never set foot, Indiana Jones, for instance; overwhelmingly they are of of 'out there', Star Wars, Star Trek, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, ET, Avatar, Matrix, 2001: a space odyssey, Independence Day, Dr Who, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and the unforgettable Lost in Space.  ET is the highest grossing movie of all time. It supplanted Star Wars, the previous title holder.
 
The ultimate in how puny and insignificant are humans is not persons in church telling God how worthless they are in his sight, is not even having your planet demolished to make way for a hyperspace bypass, it’s the invisibly small dot constituting Earth on a map of the multiverse and multiverse theory while still theory is real not just Pratchett.
Rethinking the universe: Groundbreaking theory proposed in 1997 suggests a 'multiverse'
New physics complications lend support to multiverse hypothesis
 
This of course poses questions to clerics they may prefer not to answer, as indeed does the universe alone. God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son to it?  What exactly do you mean by world?  Do you think that, if other worlds host sentient life, Jesus appeared there too? Is God just the God of this universe?  Are there equal Gods of other universes?
 
The image below is both the oldest and the youngest picture every taken.  It is the oldest because it has taken the light nearly 14 billion years to reach us. And it is the youngest because it is a snapshot of our newborn universe, long before the first stars and galaxies formed. The bright patterns show clumps of simple matter that will eventually form stars and galaxies. This is as far as we can see into the universe. It is time, not space, which limits our view. Beyond a certain distance, light hasn't had time to reach us yet.
How Big is our Universe
 
To take a trip through the visible universe and there are many excellent ones on the Web is (perhaps) to see the mind of God.  We don’t know.  We haven’t a clue. We make up our own minds.  
 
Until key religious figures come to terms with the the cosmos, with astrophysics, with quantum theory, until the language of multiverse theory is as familiar to them as New Testament Greek, they are not so to speak on the same planet as the rest of us.
 
The position apparently held almost universally across the so-called Left that one human being must curtail or deny the independent action of his or her heart and mind to accord with the beliefs of another human being on the grounds that the second person believes he expresses the Will of God cannot be sustained; to certain comrades slavery is fine, so long as no-one profits from it, ironic given that one of the few areas in which the record of the Left is unblemished is the fight against physical slavery and human trafficking. 
 
The reality of one’s fellow beings is that they are distinct, independent, starting from somewhere else.  They have their own thoughts and feelings, their own histories, their own lives.  They are not you.  They are not an extension of you.  They are not within your domain.  They are equal in rights.

We are no longer isolated hunter-gatherers in the year dot where any idea unfamiliar or distasteful to the devout is cause for apocalypse. This is England in the C21st. Millions of ideas circulate, not least those which have historically ended or curtailed the political power of religion and every version of every religion from the most blood and thunder to the most mystic.. No-one is going to like all of them.  No-one can like all of them.  People who strongly adhere to one view think people who strongly adhere to its opposite are talking nonsense and pernicious nonsense at that. We all have an equal right to speak. We all have to co-exist. We all have to accept we may come across that we find distasteful. Most of us do.

This is England in the C21st, a nation in which the authority of the Roman Catholic Church was terminated by the Glorious Revolution of 1688, an organization widely known for its contempt for democracy, contempt for the rule of law, as the rats scrabble frantically to cover up the vilest abuse of children.  Of course the crippling of a sexually active atheist adult woman wouldn't even register as anything that might be wrong

A SHORT HISTORY LESSON

Magna Carta: 1215

The Pope denounced Magna Carta as the work of the  devil, you know. Others think it a cornerstone of Anglo-American  democracy. Britannia  ecclesiam romanam non amat neque amabat.

Welcome,  therefore to England, land of Henry VIII, Elizabeth I, Charles I,  Cromwell,  William of Orange, the Glorious Revolution, Paine, Darwin, Marx. Of course in  turdville they know no  history. Faith schools not all they're cracked up to be then?

1534: Act  of Supremacy established the Church of England, of which the monarch is the head.

Once upon a time there was  a king called Charles. He had a Catholic wife,  upheld the rejected concept of  the divine right of kings and cosied up  to Rome. His head ended up separated  from his body, rolling gently away  from him down Whitehall.

English Civil War 1642-1651

30 January 1649 Execution of Charles I

Shortly  after, there was another king called James and his reign ended with the Glorious Revolution and the installation of the resolutely Protestant  William of Orange  and the law-makers rather thought they'd settled  things once and for all.

1688 Glorious Revolution and establishment of Protestant  succession
 
It can be argued that James's  overthrow began modern English parliamentary democracy: never since has  the monarch held  absolute power, and the Bill of Rights has become one  of the most important documents in the political history of Britain. The deposition of the Roman  Catholic James II ended any chance of  Catholicism becoming re-established in  England, and led to limited  toleration for nonconformist Protestants — it would be some time before  they had full political rights. For Catholics, however, it  was  disastrous both socially and politically. Catholics were denied the  right  to vote and sit in the Westminster Parliament for over 100 years  afterwards. They were also denied commissions in the army and the  monarch was forbidden to  be Catholic or marry a Catholic, thus ensuring a Protestant  succession. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glorious_Revolution

 And I do declare that no foreign  prince, person, prelate, state or potentate hath or ought to have any  jurisdiction,
power, superiority, pre-eminence or authority,  ecclesiastical or spiritual,  within this realm. 

And whereas it hath been found by  experience  that it is inconsistent with the safety and welfare of this  Protestant kingdom  to be governed by a popish prince, or by any king or  queen marrying a papist, the said Lords Spiritual and Temporal and  Commons do further pray that it may  be enacted, that all and every  person and persons that is, are or shall be  reconciled to or shall hold  communion with the see or Church of Rome, or shall profess the popish  religion, or shall marry a papist, shall be excluded and be  for ever  incapable to inherit, possess or enjoy the crown and government of  this  realm and Ireland and the dominions thereunto belonging or any part of   the same, or to have, use or exercise any regal power, authority or   jurisdiction within the same; 
English Bill of Rights, 1689

The office of Prime Minister had yet to be created.  Academic lawyers could argue for years about whether it was within the  spirit of the law  that it is inconsistent with the safety and welfare of this Protestant kingdom  to have the Prime Minister married to a  Catholic. 

Indeed they were bloody lawyers.  They knew what they were messing with. 

And then roughly 100 years later there was a little  upset in France and another king found his head rolling gently away from his body and  lots of blood coming from his neck and there was the  Declaration of the Rights of Man and the Civil Constitution of the  Clergy and they just don't seem to  learn, cos they got Troof.

French Revolution  1789-1799

12 July 1790 Civil Constitution of the Clergy making all Roman Catholic priests subordinate to the French government
21 January 1793  Execution of Louis XVI
17 November 1793 celebration of the goddess 'Reason' in Notre-Dame de Paris

 4 July 1776 Declaration of Independence of these United States of America
 
The First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America was adopted in December 1791. 

Congress shall make no law respecting  an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof;  or
abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a  redress of  grievances.
 
Probably the Vatican didn't even notice, being somewhat more locally engaged. Others, however, did and do.
 
They didn't surrender to the voice of sweet reason. They were forced to surrender and indeed fought a valiant rearguard action.

Wherefore, civil society must acknowledge God as its Founder and Parent, and must obey and reverence His power and authority. justice  therefore forbids, and reason itself forbids, the State to be godless; or to adopt a line of action which would end in godlessness--namely, to treat the  various religions (as they call them) alike, and to bestow upon them
promiscuously equal rights and privileges. Since, then, the profession of one  religion is necessary in the State, that religion must be professed which alone  is true, and which can be recognized without difficulty, especially in Catholic
States, because the marks of truth are, as it were, engraven upon it. This  religion, therefore, the rulers of the State must preserve and protect, if they  would provide--as they should do--with prudence and usefulness for the good of
the community. For public authority exists for the welfare of those whom it governs; and, although its proximate end is to lead men to the prosperity found  in this life, yet, in so doing, it ought not to diminish, but rather to increase, man's capability of attaining to the supreme good in which his  everlasting happiness consists: which never can be attained if religion be  disregarded.

22. All this, however, We have explained more fully elsewhere. We now only wish to add the remark that liberty of so false a nature is greatly hurtful to the true liberty of both rulers and their subjects. Religion, of its essence, is wonderfully helpful to the State. For, since it derives the prime origin of all  power directly from God Himself, with grave authority it charges rulers to be  mindful of their duty, to govern without injustice or severity, to rule their
people kindly and with almost paternal charity; it admonishes subjects to be  obedient to lawful authority, as to the ministers of God; and it binds them to  their rulers, not merely by obedience, but by reverence and affection,
forbidding all seditions and venturesome enterprises calculated to disturb  public order and tranquillity, and cause greater restrictions to be put upon the  liberty of the people. We need not mention how greatly religion conduces to pure  morals, and pure morals to liberty. Reason shows, and history confirms the fact, that the higher the morality of States, the greater are the liberty and wealth  and power which they enjoy.

 23. We must now consider briefly liberty of speech, and liberty of the press. It is hardly necessary to say that there can be no such right as this, if it be  not used in moderation, and if it pass beyond the bounds and end of all true  liberty. For right is a moral power which--as We have before said and must again  and again repeat--it is absurd to suppose that nature has accorded indifferently  to truth and falsehood, to justice and injustice. Men have a right freely and prudently to propagate throughout the State what things soever are true and honorable, so that as many as possible may possess them; but Iying opinions,  than which no mental plague is greater, and vices which corrupt the heart and  moral life should be diligently repressed by public authority, lest they insidiously work the ruin of the State. The excesses of an unbridled intellect,  which unfailingly end in the oppression of the untutored multitude, are no less
rightly controlled by the authority of the law than are the injuries inflicted by violence upon the weak. And this all the more surely, because by far the  greater part of the community is either absolutely unable, or able only with  great difficulty, to escape from illusions and deceitful subtleties, especially  such as flatter the passions. If unbridled license of speech and of writing be  granted to all, nothing will remain sacred and inviolate; even the highest and  truest mandates of natures, justly held to be the common and noblest heritage of  the human race, will not be spared. Thus, truth being gradually obscured by  darkness, pernicious and manifold error, as too often happens, will easily prevail. Thus, too, license will gain what liberty loses; for liberty will ever be more free and secure in proportion as license is kept in fuller restraint. In  regard, however, to all matter of opinion which God leaves to man's free  discussion, full liberty of thought and of speech is naturally within the right  of everyone; for such liberty never leads men to suppress the truth, but often  to discover it and make it known.

 Libertas, Leo XIII, 1888

For you well know, venerable brethren, that at this time men are found not a few who, applying to civil society the impious and absurd  principle of "naturalism," as they call it, dare to teach that "the best  constitution of public society and (also) civil progress altogether require that  human society be conducted and governed without regard being had to religion any  more than if it did not exist; or, at least, without any distinction being made  between the true religion and false ones." And, against the doctrine of  Scripture, of the Church, and of the Holy Fathers, they do not hesitate to
assert that "that is the best condition of civil society, in which no duty is  recognized, as attached to the civil power, of restraining by enacted penalties,  offenders against the Catholic religion, except so far as public peace may require." From which totally false idea of social government they do not fear to  foster that erroneous opinion, most fatal in its effects on the Catholic Church and the salvation of souls, called by Our Predecessor, Gregory XVI, an "insanity,"2 viz., that "liberty of conscience and worship is each man's  personal right, which ought to be legally proclaimed and asserted in every  rightly constituted society; and that a right resides in the citizens to an  absolute liberty, which should be restrained by no authority whether  ecclesiastical or civil, whereby they may be able openly and publicly to  manifest and declare any of their ideas whatever, either by word of mouth, by  the press, or in any other way." But, while they rashly affirm this, they do not  think and consider that they are preaching "liberty of perdition;"3 and that "if  human arguments are always allowed free room for discussion, there will never be  wanting men who will dare to resist truth, and to trust in the flowing speech of  human wisdom; whereas we know, from the very teaching of our Lord Jesus Christ,  how carefully Christian faith and wisdom should avoid this most injurious babbling."4

Quanta Cura, Pius IX 1864

It is doubtful whether England would accept governance by the heavenly host but by an organization as utterly tainted as the  Vatican - you  cannot be serious. But of course there is always ignorance and ignorance is  enthusiastically cultivated by clerical and secular  anti-educators alike

The Reformation was a number of things. One of them  was people failing to make a connection between Jesus's teachings and  what is known  of his life and a mega-buck empire based in Rome. Since  neither the New  Testament nor the mega-buck empire has vanished, people  continue to fail to  make the connection, regardless of how many saintly  priests do good works in abject poverty.

How simple is it possible to make this? Jesus did not  like religious farts. A large number of people inside the Churches and  outside them,  follow Jesus because he did not like religious farts.  Attempting to foist religious farts on people on the grounds they  represent Jesus isn't going to  wash.

And how it's done, the conversion of a democracy to a   theocracy, is of course by seizing the citadels of bourgeois power,  politicans  as puppets.

It goes on and on, the filth, the attempted indoctrination that faith is intrinsically superior, when it is entirely evident that it isn't

 And in the very dead of night, long after even the  most  determined revellers are tucked up in their little beds, long after the foxes  have finished crashing around in the bins, when it's  absolutely quiet, if you put your ear to the ground you can hear a  rustling noise like dry paper. That's  money talking.

Nothing is more hated than intelligence, except intelligence in a female body.  And fact.  The simplest facts of history are to be suppressed.

So there the matter rests at present.  Clearly the only person who is going to do anything to try and improve my future is me. 

And fuck you all where you breathe and fuck you again.  Bitter?  No, I don't think I'm bitter.  You're too ludicrous, too absolutely evilly absurd.  Medicine is a sick joke perpetrated on an innocent country.  Of course they're terribly good at it.

You really just need to tell the whole country the obvious evil of my thought, how it ain't allowed because it's contrary to the fascist ape-shit you call your religion and you're so bloody ignorant, uneducated and ineducable that you think the fascist ape-shit you call your religion has never been previously challenged. Then as a bonus you can whine and scream about how you ain't fucking  illitrit and the marvellous degrees you have so vastly superior to my own, how  there is evidently no question an IQ5 illiterate bedpan-washer boy was wholly within his rights to use and of course wholly capable of judging the suitability of using a computer-literate Honours graduate of the University of London with 11 years' senior administrative experience in medicine to do heavy manual work. And of course you must not hesitate to explain how people are property, how you have the rights of a slave-owner over my mind and body, precisely how you come to be able to dictate what I may think and write and say and do and be, particularly do, how you come to be empowered to limit my mobility. Aw, come on, you're such an academic, Doc. What's the problem?

But about the evil of my thought, Doc, you really need to explain to the educated civilized world crying with laughter the rampant evil of my thought expressed below.  Oh do come on, you sleazy degraded animal.  Learn to speak

 ."We have to be human," said Mel. "To know we are love. Anyone who doesn’t at some level acknowledge that is intolerable to himself and all around him. "
 "Most of the messes people get into are because they think they can extinguish human," said Hass. "Go around intoning, ‘I do not need’. Fine. Starve to death."
 "’Nothing matters.’ Watch other people starve to death. We seem to have somewhat digressed."

Sarat, our hero
 Carlin just thinks it’s old. Did Narulis ever sit here? No, why would he, he was young,  adventurous, a sea-farer – so maybe he went to sea to escape from a broken heart! If Sarat failed, if he were ever driven out of Kadun – where on  earth did that thought come from? It had to work, it had to. With very little encouragement I could work myself back into a state wherein it was dependent upon me to make it but no, that had never been exactly. If everyone didn’t do their utmost that would be a betrayal of Sorg. The thought sat more easily now that I had defined my utmost and set it in motion. The pillars the colour of damp sand, intricately carved, just a little bit crumbly, shimmered in the candle-light. I looked more closely and cocked my head. Were those letters? If so it was no language I knew. I closed my eyes and no, it wasn’t a time-slip, just an awareness of time, of waves of time, past, present and future, which I suppose is another way of saying the bloody Whole. No, that hadn’t been what I meant, Sarat hadn’t been what I mean, when they did fail, when they returned to Fidub, they must have come here to recover. All times are now. I might just as well have been some Fidubi wench from aeons past. It was easy to be like that
here. I am sitting in a pale-green tunic – well, at least it wasn’t crimson corrugated iron, but I guess that’s part of the bloody Whole too. I surrendered myself because here I am safe. The shadows came but could not touch me, not here, shadows trying to blot out the light. ‘They came, the skull-faces, but we laughed.’ I didn’t laugh, I just went on sitting. Somewhere it seemed Vax was saying, "And what does Hass say?" and I almost looked round before I realized the conversation was in my head. "I have to stop," I replied. "I just stopped." I did laugh then. Because it was all so funny. It never works when you try to put words to what is – the messes people get into, that’s OK, but people being killed, people in pain: It is all so funny. That makes more sense, the bloody gurgle of cosmic laughter. Inside. That’s the point. It is inviolate. It is untouched. It is real? And all the human crap is not real, but we are human and have to be human. I knew enough to know better minds than mine had lurched at this one, but that is the balance. I had a sudden image of myself on – not exactly a tightrope, because it wasn’t much more than knee-high and it wasn’t that there was no safety net, the trouble was on the contrary that nets to catch me if I fell abounded, catch and trap me, but I was skimming along, easy-peasy. Suddenly I felt sure the rope was going to break but no, I told myself, and it didn’t. Yet. Suddenly it snapped. This, I thought, is not totally unfamiliar but this time I know what to do! I threw myself clear of the nets. I didn't seem any the worse for wear but I was sure I was somewhere else, thought it didn’t seem to be anywhere. Despite this mental circus-act, I was feeling very lazy, very relaxed. I suppose very safe. I wanted to stretch out and found myself another cushion. There were a few other people around but they too were lost in their own little mental worlds. I wondered about other people’s pain, grief, fear (that makes a change, huh?) and where it went. I mean, I had no doubt that some of the people here were as distraught and devastated as I had been but it sort of melts away. Because it isn’t real. I sighed. OK, so let me in this safe place ask myself what the hell is my problem with reality, but it really didn’t seem
to matter. Maybe that’s the only way to look at it, casually, creep up on it unawares. The central fact of my life is – oh, do I have one of those? A determining fact of my life is that once I was in Azt – what? Unreal is such an unhelpful word. No, my relationship with Tet didn’t seem unhappy or boring or even not what I wanted, it just didn’t seem real. And Tet is not a wishy-washy
person. It was just – somewhere else. Like everything else is right now, which might just tell me something important if I only knew what. There is a crossed wire, a plug in the wrong socket, like – like putting the headphones jack into the power socket. A little mental game came to me, unplugging all the major connections – like I knew what they were or anything, but just pulling out any plug I could see! And Hass would say, I said to myself sleepily, just leave all the loose ends alone, don’t try to figure which should go where. I can’t honestly say that this little exercise made me feel the slightest bit different, but I did drift into that really nice waking dreams state – is it alpha rhythms, can’t remember – and had a really nice though not remotely revealing, so far as
I could see, trip. I came to eventually, blinking and reflected that – possibly - spending the night with myself on the floor of the shrine at Maona-pri counted as my most insane act yet. Thirsty. Where is the caff? I got up and looked around. Half-open door with light on, that must be it. It wasn’t very much lighter, the sort of people who want a drink in the middle of the night don’t
want to walk into a blaze of neon, and much as described by Lattic, benches with cushions on and broader benches in front of them to serve as tables, and really rather strange lamps on each table, like mini-inverted chandeliers which, Lattic had said enthusiastically, give you enough light to read by without disturbing the ambience, which was pale pink; the walls were pale pink, and there were
paintings which looked rather good, even in the half-light. [The loos, I discovered, were pale pink too, everything including the bowl, with good paintings, and well lit. There was a rather gorgeous one of a tree in bud. I wondered if I could get a reproduction. Somehow I had no doubt these were
originals. I didn’t think the shrine lacked funding and I wondered.]

 I am Fal, I said to myself, lazily, sleepily. THAT AM I. All are One and do not know it. I just need to get past – whatever it is I need to get past. Is that a good circle or is that a good circle? A circular maze came into my mind and I came to sharply filled with the sudden realization that there was a block on the way through it, which I suppose is screamingly obvious really, but I’d never thought of it like that before. Hallo, obstacle, what are you? Now I’d visualized it, I could so to speak prod it and poke it. It wasn’t very responsive. You have to bear in mind here we’re talking about a short thick black line. I felt fairly frivolous. It’s my mind, I could push it here, maybe make it change into something else, do what I like with it. Hey, maybe I can jump over it! Nothing changed inside but I had the definite sensation of the block rising to meet me. Aw, don’t be like that…How about brute force, pneumatic drills! I knew the drill-heads broke. So you want to be difficult, do you? As
though that wasn’t obvious or something. Now look, I made you, I can unmake you…Suppose I parachute into the centre. Like maybe I fly away on my eso pink balloon and flutter gracefully down. I enjoyed that one, but it didn’t seem to change anything. What is going to happen to me? I knew that was the question but there wasn’t an answer. But no look if I get centred I think I must think mustn’t I, that something so devastating will happen to me that it must be avoided at all cost. Can’t we have a try before you buy here! What else am I having? This business of mattering. What will it do to me, what shall I lose? Are you Maya? And a chorus of dancing bears high-kicked across the floor of the Ciletij Senate? No, actually, but I knew I was dead on target. I had a flurry of
the sort of thoughts you don’t want to have and since I was alone having them I was extremely glad I was where I was, in a well-equipped operating-theatre, not in my home first-aid room. I didn’t fully love Tet, I held back a bit, I loved you. I’d leave, betray, forget. Sorg was a male you. I couldn’t not. I heard Hass telling me I’m not gay but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t in love with Maya and I felt confused because I felt I understood ‘like that’ and ‘not like that’ but not both at the same time. I just said over and over to myself, Maya, then reason kicked in and I thought as I had before, no, the order is wrong, it doesn’t make sense, but perhaps after all it did if I thought, no felt, felt
that with Sorg at last I had Maya. Me hadn’t fully, properly – what was the bloody word – loved Tet, not the real me because me was on some kind of eso trip with Maya but I did, I do love Tet, with both of them dead I’m free to love Tet.

Umm, that’s rather a high price to pay. No wonder I’m ravaged by the whole thing. Having thought I’d lost Tet too.

 The word bi floated into my mind, as in bi-sexual. Can you be asexually bi-sexual?

 So long as I can love my eso, not someone else’s.

 It sort of seemed to explain the whole Hass thing, but I couldn’t have put
into words how.

 Bi. You point both ways, equally attracted, or in my case un. Hermaphrodite. You are both. We’re all that. Oh the continuum of gender indeed. My male part saw no reason why I shouldn’t love Maya. That made sense. I think. THAT AM I. It doesn’t have a body and it doesn’t have gender. Therefore I have neither body nor gender. Therefore we have to be human. Here and there and in my case all over the damn’ place. I thought that in my case the chicken definitely came before the egg. I mean, it all seemed so much simpler to my gang because they hadn’t fallen in love with someone of the same sex without being gay!
 
THAT AM I
That indeed, ‘old boy’, are you, the difference being I know what I am and you do not. If you have love and the universe, you do not need God, though possibly you have It anyway. Depends on what you mean by 'God'.

My happiness is not contingent upon your approval, your liking. That of course your sick sad ego finds intolerable. You must matter to me, no? I must find you important, defer to you, take you into account. I do not. Thus in common with sick sad monkeys of all kinds, Nazi monkeys, Stalinist monkeys, religious monkeys, you force yourself into my life physically, impairing my mobility such that you are ever-present in my life. Vulgar little man, aren’t you, not a gentleman.

As I have previously remarked:

Having class is entirely distinct from being a member of a social class. You, I suspect, may be either what people think of as a 'real' aristocrat, ancient title and blah, or someone who thinks having a lot of money and mixing with the 'right people' makes him posh.

Since, however, you are sly, cowardly, dishonest piece of puke, a thug, a wordless, mindless baboon, you have no class at all.