Mr Morgan, Mr Paxman. 
 
However much they prattle and whine and jabber and bluster and squawk, they are guilty of conspiracy to pervert the course of justice, the overthrow of democracy, giving aid and comfort to the enemies of the Queen, causing grievous bodily harm, suppressing material fact, attempting my mental and physical destruction, and numerous and miscellaneous offences under the heading of sexual discrimination.
 
Worth having them in court just for the pleasure of their telling the judge, “Oh no, the law doesn’t mean anything to us.  We go by what Professor Linch/Professor Goldstone/Sir Robert  [insert sick animal of choice] says “
 
Preferably the joke professors should say that: “Look, we’re just professors.  We can’t be expected to know any better.”
 
It would be difficult to claim Khwaja, Porter or Yong of diminished responsibility.
 
Criminally insane, easy-peasy.
 
Pathetic, contemptible, repulsive, ludicrous.
 
Do I not understand you gotta do what you’re told?
 
Don’t think the High Court would, either.
 
They are of course only compliant because they want to be.
 
Liars, butchers, psychopaths, fascists, cowards, perverts, traitors, criminals of all kinds,  are to be upheld and protected.
 
In other words people like them.
 
Nothing is more precious to them than the stupid, irrational, delusional, vicious, ignorant, ineducable and sexually diseased. 
 
They are adamant.  Such filth must not be required to change.  It must not be required to accord with fact, reason, morality.  It must not be required to accord with the norms of a free, democratic, rational and civilized society.
 
On the contrary, its every whim is to be sated, including its demand for my life.  Its wish is their command.  It wants me destroyed.  So fucking be it.
 
There is nothing they love more than lies.  Their whole world is constructed of lies.  All anyone cares about is filth who dismiss all fact, reason, morality on command.
 
Bloody world of Kafka.  My head pushed under water into the world of the completely insane where there is no piece of fact or reason
 
And so, Mr Paxman, Mr Morgan, I think these diseased animals who bluster I must do what I’m told, meaning I should have pushed trolleys around without demur because Nurse told me to, when it caused me back pain for the first time since my surgery 30 years previously, when the Royal National Orthopaeidc Hospital said I should not do such work, I think these pieces of infected shit, these slobbering sly butchering subhuman vermin, these avatars of pure evil, who think I should not question Nurse because is Authority, these obscene, psychopathic, perverted monsters, should receive a wider audience.
 
There is a number of things Blair and all successive governments do not want known.
 
First and foremost of course, that they think sexually diseased fascist traitor psychopaths must be left free to butcher and destroy me, that they mustn’t even be perturbed by anyone helping me.
 
Blair thinks it was right I should be punished bestially, right I suffer,  right I be destroyed for being the free, democratic, atheist feminist, literate, educated, intelligent, honest, rational daughter of Marxist-Leninism, student of Voltaire, child of Woodstock, amateur classicist and even more amateur physicist, not even a toddler physicist, infant physicist, grand-daughter of Labour public servants on both sides, graduate of the University of London who has qualified for membership of British Mensa,  for residing mentally in the C21st century, for knowing I live in a quantum universe or universes, for knowing the overthrow of religious authority and the transfer of power to the governed, to whom the governing are accountable is the root of the free world.
 
Blair loves ignorance, stupidity, irrationality, lies, psychosis, bestiality.  Blair has no use for language, reason, morality, the sovereign liberty of the individual, accountability, transparency, democracy, liberty. 
 
Blair knows I am surplus to requirements and am to be washed down the drain, thrown on the scrapheap, in his disgusting obscene pervert world of sexually diseased old psychopathic animals of faith.
 
Blair is a filthy dirty animal, a sick pervert, a sexually diseased slave-monkey obedient to his masters in Rome.
 
To all the filth, only other filth matter.  Oh, have I been crippled.  Shrug.  Oh, am I facing possible destruction.  Shrug.  I don’t matter.  Only criminal vermin matter.  England has no use for the free, democratic, educated, intelligent, rational, honest, moral, feminist, only for the opposite. 
 
It is nothing if not obvious.
 
Do these fuck-ups understand the simplest words of English?  My father was an atheist.  My grandfather was an atheist.  They did not go to church.  My father and his siblings were all withdrawn from Morning Assembly in order that they were not inculcated with claptrap.  My father was born in 1906.  That was in the 1910s.  This is England. 
 
Just basic filth, basic vermin, basic offal who think a woman does not own her own body, perverted vomit sickies who think a woman can be knocked around.  That too is obvious.
 
The filth do not of course regard themselves or each other as filth.  They are relabelled as good people.  They’re religious, devout, and of course they’re doctors and nurses and no doctor or nurse can be evil. 
 
We can throw in a few sexually foul psychopathic fascist animals of priests, all whining that I’m disturbed, rebellious, self-willed, arrogant, insolent, for insisting on ownership of my own mind and body, for insisting I live in a free and democratic country in which power is accountable and in which I cannot be brutalized, crippled, destroyed with impunity.
 
This of course is lapped up by all the other fascist pervert fetishists of obedience to whom equality of rights is meaningless,the disgusting filthy brutes who assume the world revolves around them, everyone is subordinate to them, their property.
 
All assiduously protected by the criminal power of the Pope who has of course no authority in England whatever but who exercises illegal power through his slaves.
 
So shall we start at the bottom of the heap of shit. 
 
I think they’re perverts, BDSM, whips, chains, dungeons, the whole bit: sadists, how many I don’t know but start with Hughes, Jackson and Ardeshna, hiding behind being gay.  Would you like to explore that. 
 
What people do at home is their business.  What they do to an employee is somewhat different.
 
As an aside we can investigate how the slum-classes are taught their own perfection, taught they are without flaw and no-one may say anything critical of them because they are perfect, there ain’t nuffink wrong with them, and of course where it applies any criticism is attributed to being that of their race or orientation.
 
What I write does more for gay rights, gay humanity, than this trio has ever done in their miserable lives but in this world where no fact matters naturally they scream they’re gay as though that were significant.
 
Following on from their supposed perfection, in the world of complete intellectual corruption in which we are forced to dwell, what a creature thinks is supposedly all-important, that which no fact may penetrate.  It is perfect, therefore its thoughts must be without flaw.  Thus the capering illiterate half-wit criminal Jackson does not think himself a capering illiterate criminal half-wit and that’s all that matters.
 
No fact, no external point of reference has significance.  This is of course the deliberate imposition of insanity.  In context it is something else as well, pure farce, pure sham.  I’m sure this is how they practise medicine.  The dose of chemotherapy doesn’t matter.  All that matters is what Doctor thinks is the right dose.  If you die of it, too bad.  Doctor can’t be wrong.
 
Does diddums scum monkey not think oo is illitrit, he ain’t fucking illitrit, right, and he’ll beat me up until I say he ain’t fucking illtrit and that’ll prove he aint’ fuckign illitrit in the world of animal in which violence is all that matters, cos he’s a bigger monkey than I am and he can hurt me, cripple me and that proves what a clever, brilliant gifted piece of ape shit it is.
 
Of course they’re all like that, Goldstone, Naylor, Linch, all of them.  Words and reason are unnecessary just butcher and destroy me because they’re bigger more powerful monkeys. 
 
Look, everyone, look at all the clever little monkeys lying and manipulating and paying off behind closed doors, corrupting everything they touch.
 
Obscene vermin.  Far too important to be questioned.  Because of course they are perfect.
 
There is no-one who cannot be wrong, misinformed, flawed in his or her reasoning, ignorant or just evil.  There is no-one who cannot have explanation for his or her conduct demanded.
 
Grotesque mad sickies who think they sit on high to dictate and decree and all the little slaves hang on their every word and obey without question because what a filthy cunt commands must be The Good. 
 
Who the fucking hell do you think you are, Linch, just who the fucking pluperfect quintessential hell do you fucking think you are, you dirty mad sick psychopathic monkey, decreeing my physical abuse and destruction must continue unchallenged, no-one ,may interfere, help or support me,, you didty, diry , diry,d irty filthyu sick evil poiece iof obscenity. 
 
And all the little slave-apes go along with it, though of course only because they want to, because they’re as filthy and obscene and perverted and dirty as their masters.
 
Thus solidarity.  One could be struck off, or two or three.  No question of isolating ‘bad apples’ when they’re all as rotten and foul as each other.  All sticking together, all ganged up on, all committed to the destruction of reason, the destruction of ethics, the destruction of democracy, the destruction of me.  Can’t all be struck off, can they.  Can’t all be arrested.
 
Thus they do have one use for the law, for corrupt law.  It is their tool to smash dissent, criticism, silence anyone who identifies their criminal behaviour.
 
What they all are is a joke, a sick, sick, sick, obscene joke.  I think they should be the laughing-stock of every writer, every artist, every historian, every philosopher, every classicist, every linguist, every graduate in English in the English-speaking world. 
 
Pay special attention to the myeloma team, who are particularly good at pretending to be normal human beings when all they want is me in the gutter, all they want is the destruction of democracy, all they want is the rule of psychopaths and thugs and criminals and total intellectual and moral corruption and they don’t shrink from attempted murder in order to achieve these things. 
 
I was stupid once, naïve.  I thought they’d help me, support me after I’d left.  I actually believed they were decent human beings.  Wishful thinking: I couldn’t believe everyone was completely evil, completely dirty and filthy and obscene.  But of course they all are.  Yong, D’Sa, Kyriakou, Rabin, Popat, Rismani, anything for filth, Anything for traitors, anything for liars and butchers and murderers, anything for sexually sick perverts who belong in Broadmoor, anything for psychopaths and freaks of all kinds.  Christ, how they all love coward cockroach vermin who crawl around in the dark, coating themselves with filth and squalor, lying, whining filth and rubbish, cowardly sly depraved degenerates, sexually sick perverts jabbering about some filthy death-cult of obedience they call their religion.  Oh how they love the filth and sickness and evil of the filthy scum they call nurses, the dirty vile corrupt animals they call nurses, who do all the dirty work for them.  If the malice and sickness and the filth of creatures like Plucinski, McGuckin, Ssaunders, Von Barsewisch,  Fenton, Boden would be perturbed by anyone helping me,, the victim of bestial assault, the victim of corruption and insolent evil, if these vermin creatures would be in any way upset by anyone helping, supporting me, well, obviously no one may help or support me.
 
Because I haven’t done anything,  I took a Grade 5 job as a PA, got turned into a labourer, made to do heavy manual work which made my back hurt, as a result of which I was furious and reported the despicable criminal who had done this to me.
 
Expose the filthy bitches.  Nail them to the studio wall, all Linch’s precious child-monster-animal-women pets.
 
Not only is it cheaper and kinder than hanging them or indeed sending them down for 30 years, it’s much more public and so much more conclusive.
 
So long as we’re clear.  I do like things to be clear.  Nothing, no fact of history, no fact about the nature of this country, no fact about me, no argument, no reasoning, no morality, no ethics, no shred of integrity or decency will persuade anyone to help me, me, the fucking victim of evil, me, the bent old cripple as a result of insolent evil, me, one of the brightest people in the country.
 
And of course the rest.  There can be no question of democracy intruding on their criminal fascist psychopath world of masters and slaves.  There can be no question of any worthless murderous animal of a doctor or nurse being held accountable.  There can be no question of academic or moral standards being upheld.  There can be no question of medical ethics being of significance to doctors. 
 
Government won’t hear of it.  Opposition won’t hear of it.  Security services won’t hear of it. 
 
Everything has to go.  The scum of the earth are not to be distressed by being impeded in their determination to destroy me, as of course they are not to be distressed by the evoking of moral and intellectual standards they are required to meet.  No, no, nothing must be allowed to get in the way of their determination to destroy me, not enough for the suppurating vermin that they have crippled me, that the disgusting brutes crawl over my body for the rest of my life, impeding every move I make.
 
Isn’t that interesting?
 
And who is pulling their strings?
 
Say it in public, you disgusting animals, Linch, Blair, Goldstone, just say it in public, scum  filth vermin, say you fucking want me destroyed, dirty smelly obscene cowards that you  are.  You just tell the whole country all about it, all about how you conspire to destroy the grand-daughter of Labour public servants who thinks the NHS should not be a sewer of criminality and fascism. 
 
Oh do look at all the creepy sickening sly squalid little cowards, not so bloody sure of themselves when it comes to speaking in the open, jabbering and babbling and whining their lies and filth.  People would laugh too loudly.
 
Filth, rotten all the way through, filth who hate and fear anything clean, upright, honest, open, filth who eat, breathe, drink sleep lies, whose entire mental worlds are impenetrable fantasies of lies and filth and madness.
 
So you probably won’t get them in the studio.  But you can laugh at the dirty sick cowards in their absence.  And name them.
 
Hey, they ain’t fucking illitrit.  I expect their god told them.
 
Extract from The Anile Heir ©2006.
 
I, Ysabel Jehan Howard, hereby assert and give notice of my right under s.77 of the Copyright, Design and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this book.
 
DEMANJI: As a gay woman, I am of course double-prey.  As Sardun, I escaped.  But you can argue it rebounds on women, all women.  Men understanding we’re seen as prey get at best over-protective.  Karula asked a question.  Haven’t seen anyone answer it yet.  Isn’t this part of it.  Their intentions are honourable!  Got a few wires crossed on the way.
 
SALI:  I think it all goes back to the Kadun cock-up, most things do.  As Maya’s said,
CALUNIN: I do not think I am alone in failing to find modesty and decorum a stain. Men do not flaunt our bodies.  Indeed cats and trees do not operate half-naked.  It can hardly be argued a woman needs to expose herself to be considered the equal of a man.
TIRO: Change of tune.  Thought you couldn’t tolerate a woman pilot. 
CALUNIN:  I prefer to argue one thing at a time.
TIRO: You haven’t argued anything yet.
DIBESIT: I stand by my previous comment. 
OBAYA: Well, you wouldn’t like it to run away.
CONRULAT: Five points awarded for not being a coward.  Makes the score  minus 295.
MUNZI: Do give him credit for the courage of his convictions.
CONRULAT: The defendant asked for multiple previous offences to be taken into consideration.
BOLAN:  Do you have to?  Grown-ups are talking.
OBAYA: Us or him?
CALUNIN:  It is undoubtedly one of the drawbacks of this forum that it descends into puerile adolescent repartee.
CONRULAT: Detect sense of humour failure.
CALUNIN: The sense of humour of a pervert is necessarily flawed
CONRULAT:  The only perverts in Kadun are in Corsin.  Never did credit them with much wit.
DIBESIT:  This is the conversation of the gutter!  I shall complain.
OBAYA:  Who to?
FURRIER: Yes, Firas will hang on his every word!
DIBESIT: No woman with any self-respect would flaunt her body.
FURRIER: Change the record!  You said that before.
 
MAYA:  And here is our fashion bulletin for the day…The Leotard Look is intensely practical, dress it up, dress it down, and if someone dares you race him to the next breakwater you can do that too.  You have comment, guys?  Bring it on down.
 
VEENA: Women have bodies.  This is official.   We can even use them, which may defy credibility.  Do you run regularly?
MAYA:   No.  Swim, ride, play tennis and hockey.  We climb a bit in the hills above Am-Arkna, but you can’t call them mountains.
VEENA:  Sorry to interrogate, but – you swim publicly?
MAYA:  Publicly, privately.  We’ve got a pool.  If I’m on the beach I swim in the sea.
VEENA: And you go to a public beach?
MAYA:  There isn’t any other kind.  Partly it’s security, no way part of the shore off-limits, partly it’s a feeling the sea can’t belong to a particular person.  Except of course the Fleet!  They have their enclaves.  Swimming not.
GOSA:  Interesting.  In  fact we encountered that in Carlin.  Private beaches were – requisitioned, I suppose is the word.
 
DIBESIT:  This is completely intolerable.  First, this pair of foreign interlopers, now foreign military.  I have complained to Firas.
SARAT:  Biological toss-up.  You are, yes.  How ‘foreign’ I am.  900 years of irturbi genes!  It just depends which ones are dominant.  Lot of them from Camp Five went to Kadun.  Did you hiss at that?
BARVENIN: Look but don’t touch.  The usual word is prick-teaser.
MAYA: So the only possible point so to speak of the LL is to arouse men?
BARVENIN: What a little tart you are.
MAYA:  Have you anything intelligetnt to say?  So the offence is being recognizable as a woman by those unfamiliar with the female form?  Men on the beach in Zur are not in a state of constant erection due to the presence of women on the beach in Zur.
SARAT: Civilized men of course are interested in women as individuals not as receptacles for semen.  To trash like you the LL is like the petals on a flower, an invitation to pollination.
Don’t pull your punches, lad, don’t be mealy-mouthed.  And her.  Bloody hell!
DIRENIN:  Really, can we not discuss things like civilized people.  That is grotesque. 
KARULA: I think I might think twice before describing myself as a little flower!
MAYA:  I’d imagine I feel about my lean strong fit body must the way you guys feel about yours.  It feels good to have it, it does what you want it to.  I see no need to hide it.
BARVENIN: Ridiculous nonsense.  Men do not flaunt our bodies.
MAYA:  It’s this word ‘flaunt’.  Try not ashamed of and not concealing.  [Pic of bare-chested men in shorts and long loose boleros standing around a stall in the Sa’anda Senta, in fact a NoZone stall where Sarat was trying to convince them of the necessity of signing a petition.]
SARAT:  There is a particular reason men rarely wear the close-fitting on the bottom half.
Not so on the beach of course so some guys wear swimming shorts, not trunks. 
CONRULAT: Gay men wore make-up in Azt 1300 years ago.  Whether they also got awful skin diseases because there was no safety testing, I know not but an otherwise completely harmless activity it was and is. We know the story they spin, the ‘licence’ of the empire eventually corrupted it and showed its true face.   I think some dudes here associate sex with the Cult, so they shy away from it.  As long as everything sterile and asexual we’re clean.  But sex is a perfectly healthy part of being human. Exactly what Essa said, contempt and denial of love, wherever they can. 
 
OBAYA: So the – blueprint is the heterosexual male and any variation is a pathetic striving.  Sardun, female.  Stuff it where the sun doesn’t shine.
CONRULAT: Sardun, gay.  Probably your worthless neck I saved.
CALUNIN: A lady officer.  At least no stripy socks.
A low opinion was held of the attrie of the gallant army of Dabida, who rejoiced in their stipy socks. 
OBAYA:  You have to talk about it.  What that girl said.  If you really think women can’t analyse data or run Stores, then you are out of it.  But that’s not what you think.  I still don’t know what you do think.
CALUNIN:  I cannot countenance a woman in the cockpit next to me.
VEENA: We get the reasonable stuff, guys, we really do.  We get women are not to be shot down over Cult territory, we get they are not to be posted to Cult regiments.  We even get concern about physical ability, though it never did cats any harm.  But there’s a whole underbelly that is not reasonable and we all know it.
MUNZI: Female cats taken prisoner?
VEENA: You don’t want to know.  Her choice to risk it.  Maybe that’s the basic point.
OBAYA: While you sit in your Messes, silly little girls are living rough, silly little girls are running around with great big guns, silly little girls are being obscenely tortured, though not often because we are very very good.
MUNZI: I was at Boral.
OBAYA: Shit! Apologies.  But you know it’s true of some of you.
MUNZI: Some.  And that is exactly what was wrong with that damn’ interview.  She made it sound as though we are in some last-century time bubble while Kadun has moved on.  We’re the ones most in flux.  Everything has been turned on its head.  Trust, respect for elders, for authority?  Who sold Kadun out?  Who got us into this mess?  The sacred chain of command?  Yessir, of course, sir – until we shot them and made a break for it.
VEENA: I’m guessing you’re vaudosi.  Experience must be very different in Carlin.
DIBESTI: You talk of a sell-out.  Carlin is clearly wholly corrupted.  To even think of giving time to this lamentable young man and his dreadful little tart.
SITSI: We appear to have here a screaming loon.
DIBESIT: [Pic of Maya in the Leotard Look].  Small wonder they call her the Dabidan whore.  You tell me any lady dresses like that?
BARVENIN: And the other, the San-yaega-baht woman, sold to Alzani-Meta.
SITSI: I think you stop right there.  Sarshi is a complete darling, a small blonde whirlwind.
BARVENIN: Ah, a feudal vassal.
OBAYA: Oh dear haven’t we opened the tin.  All the little squirmy wormy things crawling out.
 
SORG: Sarshi’s brother.  Who is this baboon?
 
VIRUN:  Desk-jockey.  Never heard a shot fired in anger.
DIBESIT: And what does ‘my lord of Carlin’ do?
SORG: Caniba.  The whole of Carlin knows it, so no point in pretending mustn’t say where we are.
DIBESIT:  Then you too are a ‘desk-jockey’.
SORG: Yes, but I’m brilliant and you’re not.
DIBESIT: Naked display of the intolerable arrogance of the self-styled upper classes.
FRENSAT: Not if you know what they do at Caniba.
DIBESIT: And other one, Asdinan, why is he not in uniform.  Too busy knocking up the girls in the village.  Not of course that they are regarded as fit to be my fine lady of Carlin.
SORG: As was a student in Azt for a year, all he could stand.  He met a lady.  It didn’t work out.  The House is bringing up the result.
BARVENIN: What absolute prostitute abandons her child?
MARDIS:  Uzz’n don’ ‘ole with no tark loike that.
DIBESIT: We have the yokels here now?
MARDIS:  You keep on like that, in absolute droves.  Suggest you don’t come to the Rabbiters’ any time soon.  San-yaega-baht, old boy.  Asdinan’s cousin.  For the record, As and I are both cats.
 
MIDI:  Me, pig-shit, me, I’m the mother.  You listen hard, boy.  Asdinan is about the most decent upright guy you could hope to find in this country. He wanted to make a go of it.  I didn’t.  I did not and do not see myself as Mistress of Carlin!  Of course Carlin has our child, a much better life than being alone with me in the city. Turd like you are the bloody corruption, making everything normal and human dirty and sordid.  Actually what drew us together in the first place, shared loathing of shit like you.
 
KARULA: Kudos, honey, kudos.  I too had to choose between two very different lives. 
VEENA: Yes, gentlemen, where appropriate of course, women can bloody speak.  We are not talked about as though we are defective children with no hearts and minds of our own.
 
SADIA:  Just assembling my weapons.  Physical strength.  Manual dexterity.  Intellectual proclivity.  These must vary between individual women.  Equally they must vary between individual men.  Or all men are hard-wired to drive tanks?
SITSI:  I think if we’re honest – one problem for some chaps.  You start with a woman flier.  Next thing you know she gets promoted and you have a woman in command.
MUNZI: Undoubtedly some of us would have difficulty taking an order from a woman.
SADIA: Yes but why.
KARULA: Men lead.  Women follow.  That is a Kadun essential inside the military or out.  The usual expression is pretend-men
SADIA: How interesting.
KARULA: The unreconstructed Kadun male repays close study.  The essence is that human perfection lies in masculinity.  Some women do not properly understand we are a separate species and attempt to ape men.
SADIA:  Didn’t you leave out a hyphen: ape-men.  So being fully female lies in being nurturing, supportive, etc.  Male is active, female is passive, etc.
KARULA:  They claim it’s a question of the Whole.  For sure that conceals a whole load of grunting and knuckle-walking.
MUTAN: You can’t deny male and female are the two halves of the Whole.
SADIA: Looks more like 80:20 to me.
KARULA: ROTFL.  But each of us is both male and female. All the ‘hard’ attributes are assigned to men, strong, rational, hard, leaving women weak, irrational, soft.  But we are all equally human.  Each of us is a continuum from strong to weak, rational to irrational.  I am a real soft Mom, but if anyone threatened our children, I should not bleat and scream for Mitch to do something but simply blow his brains out.
SOBRENIN That much surely anyone can understand.
FILI: And we know of individual acts of heroism by women.  Unfortunately, for the purposes of the discussion, they were civilian women.  Couldn’t be anything else could they.  What do I mean, perfectly ordinary women.
SOBRENIN: Ludicrously, from the perspective of the discussion.  I think you probably mean ‘real soft Moms’.  That’s how Var-sega’ speaks these days?!
ZITAN:  Or the girls at the college in Boolan.  I’m wondering vaguely something in the idea, it’s OK for women to defend.  Attack is ‘unfeminine’.
MUTAN: I think that’s a really interesting one.  Just thinking.  Yes, we like the idea of our grisl being safe but if the line collapsed and our homes were under attack – think we rather expect/hope they’d defend themselves and our kids.
SADIA: By the time she’s blown out the brains of a few rats….
CONRULAT (Sardun, male, gay):  This of course is the root of the objections of some to gays.  That it affronts the Whole.  I certainly should not bleat and scream if anyone threatened me.  Whether I blew his brains out possibly depends on whether his name was Ban-tisol.
 
“Bomb just went off, Mitch.”
“I shall be most interested in the response.”
 
MUNZI:  No prejudice personally.  Know some here have.  Kudos for raising the matter.  I feel I half-understand, but we do have bodies.  Can you discount bodies?  There are of course aspects we would not discuss in mixed company.
SADIA: Maybe you should start trying.
DITSI: Gay. 
CONRULAT: The argument is the male unites with the female but that’s ‘male’ and ‘female’ as Karula said, he’s hard – so to speak, she’s soft, he’s rational, she’s irrational, etc.
 
CONRULAT: It doesn’t seem to have been considered that women and gays both have more at stake, more to fight for.
MUNZI: I am  unsure about that.  Not so stupid that I do not understand your fate is worse.  If we say we face absolute evil, how can it be more absolute. 
CONRULAT: I actually understand that.  Just torture us for longer before letting us die.  There is nothing they do to us they do not do to the heterosexual.male, bar of course rape of women, but as has been said you get it for what you do.  We get it for what we are.  It’s a question also of the future.  Under Cult rule we should have no future. 
OBAYA: Nor any woman who doesn’t think of herself as a stuffed toy.
KARULA: It is sure the case that, imperfect though some things are, we are all at least capable of civilized conversation.
OBAYA: Meaning they are.  OK, gentlemen, I think you probably are, you are having this conversation because you recognize things have to change.  Sensible bunnies. As touched on above, if you think females can’t be trusted with data analysis, catering, cleaning the freaking latrines, you’re out of it.  But you don’t think that.  I still don’t understand what you do think.
SADIA: Probably a lot of you haven’t – what’s funny in all this is what Airoch looks like.  Yea, under those pretty shawls is a mind like a freaking laser.  [Pic of sweet little old lady fiddling with her beads, draped in fringed dusky pink shawl.]
KARULA: ROTFLMAO if that is not disrespectful!  To one of the most powerful women in the world.  That raises questions does it not of women feeling it necessary to pretend in some respect to be men in order to succeed. 
MAYA: Airoch is superificially repeat superficially your dear old aunt.  She calls everyone darling and offers smoky tea out of bone china cups.  Then she kills you.  I shan’t tell you the name out of respect for the dead, but there was one rather senior Dabida politico who was irritated with Fidub over some obscure point of maritime law, can’t remember the details.  May he rest in peace.  Probably the Straits.  We’ve been grumbling at each other over whose Straits for 600 years and we’re not going to stop now.  Yes, dear irturbi, Fidub can be irritating!  But we love them anyway.
SADIA: Of course they’re our Straits.  Grin, duck, run.
 
But it was announced Mel and Hass were off to Var-sega’
You can see that.  Of course your cousins must visit.
Immediately? asked Seani.  “While Sarat’s stll there?”
Oh.  No low profile, then Hass?
Hass in riot in Var-sega’!
You’ll remember that gay guy Sarat met at the House who, it transpired, was shortly hosting a meeting.  Hass could chair it, said Sarat, not wholly seriously.  Clearly that was a very good idea indeed and naturally Hass honed his claws and started packing.
And here is a homely scene from the streets of Giraga.  A large square brick building with steps leading up to double doors, one of which is open.  T is surrounded by tarmac, parking-spaces.  A crowd of people are blocking the way to the doors, holding up posters with legends such as NO! TO PERVERSION.  NOT IN VAR-SEGA’.  THEY SHOULD BE SHOT.  There is a number of trucks on the tarmac, not parked in the designated spaces but facing the doors. 
Bloody foreigner aren’t you
Honorary irtubi, suggested Hass.  Maya’s cousin.  Then we hold the meeting at the House.  Either way, we hold the meeting.  Proved you ware rational, you are of course welcome to attend.  I would ask you what the hell business it is of yours how others conduct their private lives.
The demeanour, observed the for, the against and the undecided is not that of someone to mess with.
“What usually happens around this point,” said Mitch, “is someone calls for arrests for disturbing  public order.”
“They are, yes,” said Hass.  “I do not of course know local law.  Is it possible to have them removed for impeding lawful progress?  Or something.
“No-one wants anyone arrested,” said Mel, “just quietly put aside.”  He went back to twisting a couple of strands of wire together, a sort of physical doodle.  Another one, thought Mitch, not a curl ruffled. 
“Or we hold the meeting here in the open,” continued Hass.  “OK, I shall start.  We are gathered here, in a carpark, on a not particularly balmy evening, to discuss – what are we here to discuss – stupidity, ignorance, malice – will that do for a start.  The stupidity ignorance and malice that mars the lives of LBGT people in Kadun and other places in the world. Which alas we so clearly see around us.  Or in other words, guys, what is your little problem?
Flashpoint.  How do you bloody dare! You’re not in bloody Zur now, boy.  Talking about decent people defending their country, defending their kiddies.  You do not talk about it in the open!
“Has anyone anything sensible to say?” asked Hass in a lull.
There was nearly an hour of it, there would probably have been five hours of it, but it started to rain so the demonstrators were left to get wet and the meeting went back to the House.
 
Their great big hulking thug male god who knows all about women and how to keep us in our place, on our knees, sucking its cock.
 
And does not like competition.  They really freak at the idea of goddesses.  The Athenian pantheon has them convulsing.  Yes, of course they’re completely ignorant and uneducated.  Good idea to decorate the studio with pictures of goddesses.
 
Burned at the stake for witchcraft!  What they are desperate for no-one to know is of course not that some looney-tune thinks I’m a witch but that they, supposed academics of the University of London, instantly abandon all sanity in the face thereof and pile the bonfire high, that they believe all fact, reason, morality is to be abandoned in the face of ravings, that that is how they think things should be.
 
That they are total nutters, who live in a world that exists solely between their ears into which nothing is permitted to penetrate. 
 
Extract from The Anile Heir ©2006.
 
I, Ysabel Jehan Howard, hereby assert and give notice of my right under s.77 of the Copyright, Design and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this book.
 
CANTILIP:  Hi, I’m Cantilip from Van-senok.  I do have to say some of you guys are a little out on earthpower, confusing it with womanspirit, invented by modern Harn. We do not do healing crystals! Look forward to talking to you.
HARNWITCH:  Now, excuse me, a whole lot of scholarship went into re-creating the ancient belief-system of our foremothers and womanspirit is nothing if not authentic.  What do you think you are talking about?
CANTILIP: The Cult. 
HARNWITCH: That does not seem to me to be an answer.
CANTILIP: That’s the point.  I’m renowned for my tact.  Let me say at least I do understand where women in Harn are coming from.  They burned us, too.  When they caught us, which wasn’t often.  As I understand womanspirit, it’s a pacifist reaction to High Harn, than which of course there was nothing lower.  Earthpower is non-aggressive.  Pacifist, not.  When we caught them, we killed them.  The other thing is that earthpower is balance.  If you take a list of opposites, strong-weak, passive-active, rational-irrational   The third thing, of course, is that the Cult only crossed the water to Kadun after the fall of High Harn and it sure wasn’t healing crystals and non-violence which caused that.
HARNWITCH: I can sure see that, at least.  But if you are saying your earthpower caused the collapse of High Harn - that makes no sense!  Everyone knows the darned Cult took over Kadun.
VARIOUS:    Burned you???  WTF?
CANTILIP:    Better than the cage.
VARIOUS:    The what?
CANTILIP:    You don’t want to know.
HARNWITCH:          I know.  It was beyond obscene.
CANTILIP:    Longbows and cannon caused the collapse of High Harn.  As we know, the Cult has certain mind-control techniques, like hypnosis.  You do have to be in range, so to speak. Pacifism was not on the menu. Exactly what am I saying?  The Mosai Wars could not have happened if the indigenous culture of Harn had been pacifist.
HARNWITCH:  I am following that bit, but you are still not making any sense, if you will forgive my saying so!  Then the same must be true of Kadun and everyone knows it took Narulis to free Kadun.
NUMEROUS:  That is not the case!   Settling down to NARULIS DID NOT FREE KADUN.
HARNWITCH:  I am a little bewildered.  Would you guys please explain what you are talking about.  I have gone so far as to look up where you come from and I am not so dumb that I do not recognize that if half Kadun and half of south correct me it may be my history book in error but I trust we agree Narulis became emperor.  How did he do that other than by conquest?
            KARULA: That is surely one of the stranger facts of history.  The key may be silver.  I know it is all myth, but that myth dominated a more superstitious age.  Silver was seen as a kind of universal warder-off of evil.  Hence of course a certain chair!  Fidub believed she was  clean because of her silver-lodes and the singing of the Isles came from the native silver.  In myth silver destroys evil.   In fact, it's an anti-bacterial.   It's really easy to see that the medical use of silver could have been seen as magic.  We have silver, but for some reason we didn't know it.  If there is one thing Fidub taught us it is the mining, refining and casting of silver. I was researching the Dacunine  Window! As Asdinan surely knows, silver was and is used in the making of stained glass, particularly the yellows and golds.
            ASDINAN: Actually I didn’t.  Fascinated.  Keep going!
CANTILIP:    Aaaaargh!  No, no, no!  Some of us call it the Fidubi scam.  The Cult landed on our west coast.  We failed to push them back into the sea.  We drove them east.  Perhaps I should fill in a few gaps.  Narulis did not arrive in Carlin to find irturbi passive under the heel of tyranny!  He arrived to find Kadun in a state of war.  His general position appears to have been is this a private war or can anyone join in.  The armies of west and east met broadly in the middle, thus Hanif-Altan, the decisive victory
ASDINAN: That’s the broad picture.  To colour it in a bit, it’s more that all hell was breaking out in the west/ - literally - and rumour reached us in Carlin, people fleeing east to escape ye foe.  The second time it was because the Anile Court turned rotten.  This current infestation is more complicated.  There are three strands.  Industrialization and a poorly educated and plain poor population of workers to prey on.  Technology, spreading the word.  Behind both: apparently limitless capital from the banks in the City.  They snare people.  With sex, with drugs, with the promise of power for the powerless.  I know someone who answered some grubby little ad pretending to be a working-class guy.  He doesn’t know if it was Cult or not, being wise enough to get out before he found out, but it was all there, women at your disposal, promises of wealth and power. 
NONTIA-LI:  Hi guys, I’m Vasuculi, heard this was worth a look and wow, what do I find!  I’m reckoning if anyone can answer my question it’s you guys.  Why is Kadun susceptible to the Cult.  With all due respect, it seems to me there must be a vulnerability in this earthpower.  It doesn’t take any great knowledge of human nature to know that if people do not fight the bad guys take over but it has been emphatically stated earthpower is not pacifist.
CANTILIP:  The doctrines of the Cult are a foul inversion of earthpower.  Earthpower holds everything is in some sense alive, has energy, the Cult holds everything is in some sense dead, is inert, or if it isn’t now it will be.  Death is the one true reality of existence.  All life is to be lived in fear of death and if you’re not afraid of death the Cult will rectify that.  The torments they inflict in life will be yours to enjoy for eternity.  The relationship between that and inertia is not immediately apparent: what is inert is you.  You have no will, no choice, no hope.  Certainly earthpower is non-aggressive: we do not seek war.  Certainly it is not pacifist.  What one may call the vulnerability lies in the doctrine of being.  In earthpower, people simply are, at one with the universe.  This loss of self is perverted by the Cult into submission to its will, deemed co-terminous with the reality of the universe. 
NONTIA-LI: I thank you.  I am learning so much!  But how can any sane person believe you spend life after death in agony?  I personally would not be sure I believe in life after death at all, but I sure think that if I did it would be a field of flowers.
CANTILIP:  Evil grin.  What, not Va, the Silver Homeland?
NONTIA-LI: More Fidubi scam?
CANTILIP: We can be detached and academic about this or we can scream.  It’s a very simple scam.  When the empire was good it was Fidubi.  When it was evil, it was irturbi. 
MEL: And of course what the good guys in Kadun believe and think is what Fidub believes and thinks.
CANTILIP: !!!!
MEL: My innocent Dabidan mind was severely jolted by Carlin.
ASDINAN: Evillest grin.
MEL: The essence of what the Cult teaches is that people are filth. You will see that going around  merely telling people they are filth is not the most obvious way to win followers.  For that you need to refer back to what As said about sex and drugs.  By corrupting people you can get them to see themselves as filth.  By terrorizing them, you can get them to do filthy things.  Filth deserve punishment.  If I can just correct one thing Cantilip said, in the more - I use the term advisedly - diseased reaches of the adept’s brain it is possible to escape eternal pain by begging for ever greater torment.  At a certain level of self-abasement, not surprisingly ill-defined, one is released and subsumed into the Great Master.
            ASDINAN: Going back to what Cantilip said, it’s actually quite complicated, isn’t it.  Kadun sort of half thinks the opposite.  I’ll make sense in a minute!  What I’m getting at is lo our glorious empire, Narulis, symbol of the true Kadun.  Nobody thinks of Narulis as some Fidubi interloper.
            CANTILIP: Point taken!  That said, we weren’t quite so sure here in the west.  Did you know that when Narulis reached the borders of Van-senok we refused to let him in?  He carried the Flame.  Trees don’t like flames. 
           MEL: To some irturbi at least, he typed cautiously, the Fidubi belief-system was simply a particular kind of earth-power.   The archaeological evidence is fascinating.  Goes back to forever.  There’re Fidubi pottery, coins, weapons in the museum in Car-sandis and equally there’s a whole gallery in the National at M-P devoted to irturbi artefacts from the Utmost Isle.
           ASDINAN: Of course we’re sea-farers here in Carlin and Fidub meant everything to us, first landfall after the endless ocean, sign we were nearly home. 
           MEL: The lighthouse at Bela Point is said to be the oldest in the world.  That’s on the Utmost Isle.  There’s still a sort of travellers’ rest there but nowadays most major shipping goes on to the port at Famita on the Leolisle.  That’s everything from passenger liners to the Kadun Fleet.  Of course if they’re based in the west they stop off with us in Dabida.
           AFALIN: Wow, basically!  I mean I’m Fidubi and even I don’t quite think how old Fidub is. Here’s a pic I just found.  Isn’t that totally amazing.  Obviously it must have been renovated, electricity installed, but it doesn’t look renovated! Before electricity, they must have constantly tended fires.
           CANTILIP: You must therefore have met our Fleet.
           MEL: Sure, and the guys at Stok-chasit, Birindit and Insalta.
           ASDINAN: Mel’s been coming to Carlin since he was 10, it would be weird if he hadn’t.  The really fun bit is the Zur electoral roll.  Yes, there are Sybs, and I don’t mean my cousin Sarsh.  Half Zur must be descended from Jaizal’s army.
           CANTILIP: Var-sega’ of course has close ties with Vasucula and we with Ciletij.
            NONTIA-LI: Sure, I know many segani
MITCH:  The Fidubi scam is is of course historical and indeed biological nonsense, but it is damaging nonsense.  It would not paradoxically be an issue were it not for the Cult, for it enables them to argue that the culture of bacilli is the indigenous culture of KAdun and civilized values a foreign imposition.
ASDINAN.  ROTFL.  Sorry. Just remembered something.  Mel and I were talking to Sarat and he took us through much what you’ve just said in somewhat basic terms: if a brown rat mates with a white rat, and their babies all mate with white rats, and their babies all mate with white rats, you get the gist, no way descendants unto the 10th generation can be called brown rats.  Da looked very solemn and confessed he’d never previously thought of Brig a white rat but he would consider the propositiom.
MITCH: Exactly so, he said trying to keep a straight face. Susheela of course was a daughter of Var-sega’. 
VARIOUS: Please, guys, who are these people?
MITCH: Ah-oh.  Apologies.  Sarat is the Anile heir.  Brig, a daughter of Carlin, was Narulis’ lady, the first Anile Empress.  Susheela was the last Anile Empress. We’re all related somewhere.
AFALIN: It’s strange.  You guys think of Cho’s family as the Aniles.  We think – a hell-raising radical!
MEL: Evil grin.  Most of the time there wasn’t a lot of difference.
AFALIN: So when guys talk about the Dabidan model – they actually mean Cho.  tHat’s mind-bending.
MEL:He has certain assets and I don’t mean financial!  30 years in democratic politics.  Cho has many facets.  Shavli, Sarat’s sister.  Fighters.  [Pic of Shav on the wing of a Skyhawk immaculate in FAF uniform.]
 
Believe it, Blair, you obscene cunt, if I end in a wheelchair in the gutter, I can still have a placard, and it won’t say anything boring like ‘HOMELESS AND HUNGRY’.  It’ll say ‘BLAIR AND MILBURN DID THIS TO ME’.  That should get people talking.  Could have a selection: ‘BLAIR HAD ME CRIPPLED.’.  ‘ATHEIST, FEMINIST: BLAIR HAD ME DESTROYED TO PLEASE THE CHURCH’.  ‘MILBURN KNOCKS AROUND WOMEN’. 
 
The Directorate I should imagine is that branch of the security services which deals with faith matters.  Nay, in which highly trained personnel deal sensitively with faith matters.  In other words it is given a) that the views of the religious trump all fact, reason and ethics and b) faith is necessarily good.  Since faith is necessarily good its victims must be bad.  As a civilized educated atheist woman I never had a hope in hell.  The moral superiority of those of ‘faith’,  a particularly evil piece of monkey-puke, is given. You have to imagine a chamber somewhat like the Insect House or the Reptile House, full of tanks lit by an eerie blue-purple light and inhabited by squirmy malformed blobby creatures that live under rocks and feed on human flesh, which they digest by smothering it with a viscous slime that dissolves flesh and bone and which they then then suck in.  Thus in all government departments, corrupted by those rotten to the core who hold as given, unquestioned and unquestionable, that which is a load of infected shit.
 
Thus they sit there and refuse point-blank to help me.  It makes the depraved monkeys feel all hot and wet and powerful.   Doesn’t it, Milburn, you vile filthy little brute, one of so many.  They like my screaming because it confirms they control my fate and that makes the filthy twisted perverts feel so-o-o-good.  Doesn’t it, Nichols, you dirty little monkey, one of so many.  The punishment is death for upsetting monstrous smelly diseased bottomlessly evil animals by being intelligent and educated and literate and democratic, upsetting dirty obscene vermin, psychopaths, insolent traitors,  creatures who belong in  cages in the Zoo, the vile and foul and disgusting and diseased, who expect me to crawl, to beg.

So somehow I get out of the grave.

I do suggest decoration for the walls of the studio