THE THEATRE OF THE ABSURD

And so on all levels, in all realms of society, the world of psychopaths and savages and peasants and fascists and brute beasts, criminals, traitors has to be passed off as the norm, the world of the ape where there are no standards, only violence, no morality, no ethics, no concern for fact, truth, reason, justice. 

You have these creatures who are stupid, irrational, ignorant, ineducable, devoid of the capacity for independent thought, devoid of the smallest intellectual virtues, wholly lacking any concern for truth, for the facts, any belief in the supremacy of reason, of argument, who are unable to identify facts and construct arguments, whose entire existence is grounded in logical fallacies, and even better they not only have degrees, but are adamant they have the best degrees. 

Who are dishonest, bestial, sly, cowardly, vicious, whose entire nature is turned to lies and secrecy, is malice, bottomless spite, hatred for any criticism of their supposed intellectual and moral perfection, their right to order and expect others to blindly obey.

Like cherishes like, clusters round, nurtures, coos over, protects like.  Filth love filth.  None of them has a single clean cell in his or her body, filled with lies, malice, bestiality, there is nothing in them repelled by filth, nothing in them that rejects filth, filth is what they are, filth is normal, liars, butchers, psychopaths, murderers, all completely normal to them.  What repels and revolts them, what they regard as abnormal, evil, criminal, is clean, open, honest, upright, rational, decent.  They ain’t ‘aving it, and that’s that.

This foul criminal animal, Boden, what is its problem, that I am rational, intelligent, literate, educated, honest, free, democratic and it, who thinks itself the epitome of human perfection, is not.  I am better, you foetid cunt.  I am superior.  I am not a dirty animal who creeps around dribbling lies and malice behind closed doors.  You are a dull, stupid, vicious, evil, sick, bag of infected shit, a sordid criminal animal.  Or the degraded and depraved criminal Fenton.  What do you teach them, animal-woman, that the only reason they didn’t get to Oxbridge is the evil class-system?  Not that they’re stupid, not that they’re dead from the neck up, not that they have no reason and no intellectual curiosity, no desire to learn about the world around them, a vile scrawny slum-bitch who cannot bear anything better, anything not dirty and foul and degenerate and degraded and corrupt like you, a filthy animal, a filthy dirty animal.  What else is your problem, dirt-monkey?  That this is  a free country, a democracy, where filthy criminals like you, scum like you, have nowhere to hide, are told – not asked, cunt, told, because that is the nature of democracy - told to fucking well give rational justification for your conduct.  The idea appals the self-obsessed psychopath, of course, as it appals them all, one of us, someone like us, cannot be treated as an ordinary person, exposed to reality, the realities of the society around us, the realities of our own moral and intellectual vapidity, are we not all Great Ones, set on high to ordain the world. 

Everything is inverted in the world of the criminal animal, lies are truth, facts are lies, irrationality rules and reason is treated with contempt, cowardice, ignorance, spite, stupidity are prized.  The filthy brutes probably snuffle that I’m spoiled, that I just want my own way, because I reject their forcing their filthy animal selves on me, because I insist my mind and my body are my property, not theirs to do what they wish with, not theirs to be a punchbag for their venom and malice.  Yes, I actually think they had no right to abuse my body. How fucking dare I think that.  Ners noes best.  Ners noes everything, no matter how evident it is that Ners noes fuck bloody all, Ners is completely unfit for authority in a democracy, since Ners regards democracy as a silly joke.  Of course how dare I claim to be better educated, more intelligent.  Do I not understand there must be no standards at all or the poor little psychopaths and traitors and fascists and criminals will feel bad. 

Because I reject out of hand the non-existent authority of the criminal, the unaccountable and therefore illegal authority of criminals, no matter how they bluster, how they wrap themselves in regulayshuns and proseedyures, all of course made by fascist traitor criminals, the sum of which is you do what you’re told and do not challenge what you are told and of course on no account expect what you are told or anything else said about you to be said in public where everyone can hear it and anyone can challenge it, because the demands of criminals are of course confidenshal, the acts of criminals are confidenshal.  On no account may the people who pay criminals know what they are paying for.

What sordid pathetic lies have they made up about me that no-one may be allowed to hear?  That everyone falls down in awe of because these are sick animals and love lies, love filth, love corruption, eat, breath, live lies, can’t survive without lies.  Lies maintain their filthy criminal world, lies are its foundation, lies are its infrastructure.  They cannot survive in clean air so nothing must do but they are protected from it.  Destroy democracy, destroy me, betray the University, betray the country, what does any of that matter so long as pieces of vermin are happy.  Look at them all, Blair, Milburn, New Labour, Corbyn, McDonnell, Abbott, May, Johnson, Hammond, Hancock, all united in the protection of butchering murderous offal.  Actively engaged in keeping criminals who have no ethics in positions of power.  Such filth of course are adamant there may be no standards, standards are evil, we are all equal

Give good head, does she, Linch, the mong woman, the one-eyed orc, the subhuman so-called nurse who smirks and jeers at disability, finds it funny that I should object to having been crippled, object to the overthrow of democracy, the sniggering subhumans with the wonderful degrees who titters meaninglessly at fact, is incapable of learning, incapable of argument.  Hard to see any other use for it, or any of the other orcs in your mutt-pack.  I suppose you could turn them upside down and use them as mops. 

All that is interesting is that everyone thinks these depraved sub-humans should be protected and upheld. The filthy twisted deformed animals are regarded as precious, invaluable, the vile filthy monstrous butcher-murderer orc-women.  They were eversa upset and in the wild and wacky world of Linch, Naylor, Goldstone, Porter, Khwaja, and all, that is how you behave if you are eversa upset. You rip apart the body of a medically vulnerable woman and then jeer at her for objecting. Not for a moment do you expect trivia like morality or fact or democracy to get in the way. 
Mongs, tards, spassos, IQ5 zombies, Linch, Naylor, Goldstone, Porter, Khwaja, they have to be to think the mong nursies have degrees.  Actually of course they’re just completely corrupt, completely evil.  Won’t they just do anything for them, absolutely anything, attempt murder to sate the malice of the orc mongs, monsters with the minds of concentration-camp guards.

So of course the whole of government falls over itself to protect them, to keep safe from reason, fact, decency, morality.  Some capering criminal bedpan-washer boy with a big prick rubbed himself off on making me do heavy manual work, some piece of rubbish to be flushed down the drain, and I end up with a broken body and a wrecked life, flushed down the drain by the absolute evil of these creatures, the insolent total irreducible evil of vermin. 

Look at these vile rotten depraved pieces of offal, these filthy twisted animals, but you will not.  No, they’re not the underclass, the dregs of the slums, gutter vermin, the scum of the earth, no, no, they’re religious, they’re doctors, they’re nurses, and so fairy-dust is sprinkled effortlessly by the very evil over all they do, no, no, they do not representation desecration, the destruction of all thought and reason and ethics, they represent moral superiority, they are good people. These are GOOD PEOPLE.  The label is all.  The tag attached saying they are GOOD PEOPLE cannot be trumped.  No matter how vile, how filthy, how evil, they insolently show themselves to be, it doesn’t penetrate, is dismissed, can’t be the case, must be an exaggeration, these are GOOD PEOPLE. 

Suppose I committed suicide.  No intention of so doing.  No-one would care, of course, indeed there would be jubilation since they have been attempting my mental destruction for 20 years, through my isolation, I am supposed to understand I am the freak in a world of real freaks, I am the odd one out, a minority of one, no-one else thinks democracy exists, no other woman thinks sex outside marriage is fine, no-one else believes in personal ownership, no-one else has heard of Einstein or Athens, Marx or Greer, Country Joe and the Fish or Voltaire, the actual world in which this country dwells in 2019 being a product of my imagination. I am supposedly the only person who has heard of Magna Carta, the Declaration of Independence, the Bill of Rights, the Declaration of the Rights of Man, the sovereign liberty of the individual. Of course no-one else thinks the capacity to reason or to express ideas important.  But you can imagine the evil whining filth they’d come up with.  But we really liked her.  We can’t understand why.

Because you butchered and broke my body and wrecked my life, you diseased obscene cunt-faced traitor vermin.

Because you did it deliberately with malice aforethought, deliberately rejecting establishing the facts, deliberately rejecting accountability and transparency, deliberately rejected the governing system of the country to protect and maintain your rampant criminality, your rampant psychosis, your rampant treason and you remain untouched.  Just a bunch of low-life criminals, capering and whining and blustering, giving themselves airs. 

Because you hate anything clean, anything open, anything honest, anything upright, anything rational.  Because you are fucking stinking smelly cockroaches, sly, squalid, dishonest, cowardly, psychopathic, dirty, depraved, evil vermin, criminal scum who reject accountability and transparency, sick animals who are impervious to all fact and reason. 

Because every cell in your bodies is sick and diseased and turned to lies and secrecy and cowardice and bestiality, sees no wrong in them, because you’re dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty all the way through, rotting flesh, disease, and nothing makes any difference.  Look at these creatures, all of them, any of them, take them apart, this foetid bottomlessly evil, stupid, ignorant, ineducable, irrational, illiterate butcher woman Fenton, put the filthy brutes in front of the  cameras and take them apart, rip them open, show them for the filth they are.  Make the offal say in public abusing the body of a medically vulnerable woman is a bit of a laugh, crippling me is even funnier, make the vermin  scum filth traitor psychopath trash say democracy is a silly joke, of course they can’t be publicly questioned, they’re far too important for that, of course whatever they dribble may not be challenged, of course it’s confidenshal, no-one has a right to hear their lies.  Come on Goldstone, Linch, Naylor, Porter, any of them, it’s obviously what you all believe, little tinpot godlets, cavorting apes in paper hats.

And no, the powers that be do not quietly take them aside, instruct them in which end is up.  Not a fucking chance, because the powers that be want desecration, the collapse of everything down to the world of the animal with the biggest club, which shall of course be designated the morally superior rule of the religious, who are superior because they’re cunt-for-brains psychotic primitives, to whom reason is meaningless.
And so I am for ever relabelled, a nasty naughty disobedient slave-girl ridiculously wailing about having been rightfully beaten for my crimes, a whore, a soiled woman of no importance, kindest to ignore or I should have to be beaten again.  They really expect me to understand filthy animals who crawl around in filthy and squalor, wordless mindless butchers, IQ5 skivvies, dirty criminal slum-women, these are my superiors I should obey. 

And so their dirty freak society of psychopaths and traitors, their fantasy England of masters and servants, continues untouched and I am scheduled for destruction, forever of course primarily the freak, the weirdo – who thinks she can overturn societal norms, you know, the ones overturned centuries ago, because we are no longer in the year 1100, where they all live,  and they all go along with it, pretending that’s how things are, everything surrendered to the ravings of apes, and of course because they are peasants and savages and really think sex outside marriage means I’m a bad girl, soiled, a whore, of no significance, cast out from the herd, a woman has to marry, a woman has to breed, all living in the world of primitives, savages, where all sanity all fact, all reason, all ethics are automatically trumped by relidjion and relidjion is holy and that is the absolute evil being imposed on England, we can’t mock, we can’t deride, we mustn’t say anything, whatever the sickness, whatever the filth, the bestiality, the treason, cos it’s relidjion, what does democracy matter faced with relidjion, faced with some stupid diseased pervert dribbling about Almighty God.  Oh how important they are, how invaluable, how critical to England.  Of course they’re invaluable.  They’re completely corrupt and the only language they understand is violence, force, authority.

Why were these disgusting animals not summarily told to keep their filthy infected claws out of my body?  Because bestiality is normal to all of them. Shrug.  If you disobey in their filthy animal world you get hit, no dissenting voices. 

Surely a spectacular opportunity to deal with religion and confirm democracy, the attempted physical and mental destruction of an educated Englishwoman, show plainly once and for all that the ‘holy’ are traitors and fascists committed to the destruction of reason, of intellect, of learning, of freedom, of democracy, of ethics, of sexual equality.

Or just brand them, MONG on one cheek, TRAITOR on the other.  That would teach them to keep their filthy diseased dirty ape claws out of other people.  Ain’t yer stupid, ain’t yer illitrit, ain’t yer really.  What’s the bloody fuss about, the creatures are fucking tards, stupid, stupid, stupid, fucking mongs, mong Fenton, mong Boden, mong Jackson, mong Saunders, mong Plucinski, mong McGuckin, all fucking mongs, incapable of learning, incapable of reasoning, bestially ignorant, brute beasts who have no use for language, but merely hit, apes, animals, spassos, and the idea they have degrees is sick and evil and perverted and corrupt, mongs, filthy butchering murdering mongs.  Oh has no-one ever told the filthy animals they’re stupid filthy animals.  Well, isn’t there a first time for everything.  Not my fucking problem, smelly subhuman monkeys.  Someone else should fucking cage the brutes, contain them.  

But of course Linch, Goldstone and Naylor would rather see me dead.  All I ever basically wanted to do was write and go for long walks.  Ain’t having that, are you apes, baboons, savages, couldn’t keep your filthy infected claws out of me.  How does a filthy pervert like Linch think, oh good, she’s had a spinal fusion, I can use that to cripple her.  Can’t have anyone being better, can you, morally and intellectually superior to your obscene filthy mong mutt-pack of pure evil. 

Ain’t yer criminal, you filthy butchering murderous apes, ain’t yer fucking really.  Get that gloating orc Saunders, get the hairy slum-thug Rowley, get the sickening obscenity that is precious bloody Matrons whose foulness, whose bestiality, whose totally criminal natures, whose willingness to do anything, runs the place for them. 

Some bloody criminal mong illiterate bedpan-washer boy got his rocks off making me do heavy manual work and threatening my spinal fusion.  I should have got a fucking grovelling apology and twenty later, after they’ve succeeded in crippling me, breaking my body, wrecking the rest of my life, I’m thrown on the srapheap, facing destruction.  Tard-boy, Jackson, fucking tard-boy, spass, mong, stupid, IQ5 cleaning-boy, couldn’t get a real degree if you tried for a hundred years because you’re too fucking stupid.  Did I offend fat slag Helen the Useless, the ridiculous Sturridge cunt.  Oh I am so in awe of the power of fucking mongs, fucking tards, criminals, psychopaths, butchers who crippled me, brute beasts who don’t speak or reason, filthy orc cockroaches who crawl around in the dark in filth and squalor and only understand lies and venom and secrecy, oh their giant intellects, their superior grasp of use of English so impress me, oh I am so bloody mortified, I have upset Ners.  Put them in a cage, a national joke.
 
Nothing must be allowed to get in the way of the fake professional class so lovingly created, whose hallmarks are their ignorance, irrationality, contempt for language, adoration of force, who have contributed so vitally to the destruction of political life.  Creatures like Johnson, and for that matter Linch, of course know perfectly well how to behave, have been taught the rudiments of civilized conduct and morality and choose to be criminal.  Creatures such as Fenton, Rowley, Ardeshna, Whelan, Saunders have had no moral or intellectual education whatever and think they’re normal.

Expose and humiliate and destroy this obscene, ludicrous and evil Fenton creature, this ‘Chief Nurse’ who approves the physical abuse of a medically vulnerable employee, approves my being cripples, approves my attempted physical and mental destruction, who conspires to pervert the course of justice, overthrows democracy, gives aid and comfort to the Queen’s enemies, causes GBH, this ‘Professor’  who refuses to learn, who is contemptuous of all fact and reason, suppresses establishing of the facts.  Expose it as a common criminal, a vicious ignorant spite-ridden, stupid common criminal, a piece of trash from the gutter who has learned a trade.  And what is it chiefly, a fucking mong, a bloody little nobody, a piece of nothing, a bloody little piece of nothing, a gas balloon, an inflated nothing who assumes it owns my mind and body.
 
But no!  No shadow of disquiet must furrow the filthy animal’s brow.  It would be grossly distressed if anyone were to help or support me, nothing will do for the malice-ridden piece of subhuman filth and disease but that everyone conspires to destroy me. So that’s that, then.  The disgusting smelly ape must be left unhampered to crawl over my body with every move I make, chortling and sniggering and capering in triumph at what a clever disgusting smelly ape it is.
 
And I’m supposed to ‘respect’ them. The fat sickening smirking smelly subhuman Boden crawling over my back, the baboon thug butcher Rowley wrapping itself round my legs, because of course it’s all dirty squalid stupid, sly, vicious, cowardly, ignorant, irrational, bestial, violent apes can do, destroy. 

Create something, apes.  You fucking can’t, can you, because you’re stupid and ignorant and you have no fucking minds, you’re just dirty crude brutish vulgar. Obscene little orcs, dirty animals who can only tear down and mutilate and wreck and vandalize all decency, all integrity, all learning, all fact, all reason, hysterics, a bunch of talentless chimpos.  Ooh, ooh, they wash bedpans, well so fucking what, scum tard offal, so fucking what, you are an intellectual joke, a moral obscenity, get fucking robots to wash bedpans and get rid of you.  Or just prosecute you as the evident traitors you are, send you down for 30 years, and get rid of you.  Monkeys who could barely get O Levels capering around claiming to be the intellectual elite. 

Yes, right, these animals, these dregs of the criminal classes, were eversa angry, so they decided to knock me around until I fucking learned who’s fucking boss.  Perfectly normal conduct, hey, Blair, nothing anyone need remark on, the scum of the earth behaving as the scum of the earth do, the rock-bottom dregs of the slums, creatures to whom no civilized person would give the time of day.  Where are they recruited from, the exit-gates of Holloway and the Scrubbs? Naturally they must not be made to feel bad about themselves.  Rehab is it, re-entry to society, getting ex-cons trained as nurses.  Dregs of the slums in any case, never taught as above to behave. They mustn’t be criticized, right, they mustn’t be summarily told to bloody behave themselves.  That would suggest there are standards, and that would never do.  On no account must democracy be imposed on them.  On no account must they be told to speak in public or save their breath.  On no account must they have their arses kicked from here into next week.  Too important for that, isn’t it, Blair, the gutter must rule, fascism and psychosis corruption must be left free to triumph.  They are all agreed.

Look at all the little orcs, everyone, oh do look, and look at everyone fussing over them and falling over themselves to make them comfortable and happy and abolish and abandon everything distressing to them, language, reason, literacy, learning, equality of rights, accountability, transparency, morality, medical ethics, everything has to go to keep orcs happy.  No, I do not think Blair wants you to look.

Perhaps after all nothing is what they all are, cardboard cut-outs, one-dimensional robots, there is nothing inside, nothing human.

Don’t forget to note, because everyone else will, that I have been crippled, I have had my body broken and my life wrecked, beaten up and left for dead on the corporation tip, for being intelligent, educated, literate, literary, honest, free, democratic, rational, civilized, for having reported the grossely corrupt management of UCH to the Minister, and the universal refusal to offer me any help or support, such that I might live a decent old age is purely the sating of malice, lunacy and evil.  The hysteric screams that since I present the facts of history, the intellectual foundations of the free world, I am not saying anything that matters, that the facts I present are lies, that I am worthless because I have had sex, that I am a witch, that my disobedience and self-will are not to be rewarded,  that I am a woman and so nothing I say can matter, it is my role in life to be a punchbag for inadequate male monkeys,  that I must not allowed to think I matter, I must not be allowed to think that anyone else thinks  I have a right to my mind and body, to think anyone else thinks I’m anything other than a punchbag, objects to my having been crippled, and that is sated with enthusiasm, no-one would dream of countering filth and madness, and that is a separate issue from anyone taking action against the vermin of UCH. 

That is the worship of sickness and evil that is the hallmark of England today, the inversion of all decency, all reason, all civilization. Oh they strut around and they think they’re so fucking wonderful and they’re vermin, filth, the scum of the bloody earth, and of course they think they’re untouchable.  Strut around empty, shallow, one-dimensional, incapable of living in a society of free, equal rational fellow-humans, people who do not meekly swallow every word they utter as the unchallengeable opinion of Authority, people who do not believe every word that drips from their twisted animal mouths is Truth, people who do not think ourselves a lower order of humanity, serfs, whose business is to obey the decrees of our masters, who conversely do not think of them as superior life-forms, superiors set above us to dictate our lives, people who can and do think for ourselves.  They are lost, they have no mechanism in their pathetic mediaeval nutter world for dealing with normality.  They are inadequates who cannot live in the real world so have created their feudal fantasy, ah, the endless parade of jumped-up little nothings who have passed before me.  Just who the fucking pluperfect, iridescent 3D quintessential hell do these creatures think they are. Without their lies and their criminal authority they're nothing, worthless.

It may be entertaining to consider merely how absolutely pathetic they are.  Take this Whelan, for instance, this joke professor whose response to fact and reason is to yawn theatrically, as it was to my objecting to having been crippled.  Watch it flounder helplessly when questioned, totally unable to deal with challenge,  See its ignorance exposed.  Just ask perfectly calmly and politely what is its rationale for the physical abuse of a woman with a metal rod in my back.  Continue calmly and politely to ask it the reasoning behind attempting my physical and mental destruction, the reasoning behind its rejection of all fact and reason.  Then you could ask it what the fuck it thinks it’s doing polluting the University of London and strongly suggest it removes itself to the Polytechnic of IQ5 Trot Crap on the South Bank.  But then a lot of them could usefully do that.  I’m sure it would welcome a Department of Medicine staffed by the morally and intellectually absurd.

I’m still waiting for a reasoned criticism of PANTHER, closely argued, all relevant facts researched and adduced.  Even a fucking doctor can cope with 66 pages of A5.  Apparently not.
 
Perhaps you'd rather engage in literary criticism and explain precisely what you hate about my novel, the emphasis on women's and gay rights, the upholding of freedom and democracy, or earthpower, 'witchcraft', 'sorcery'?  You are supposed to be educated people.  You might at least try, make an effort, but of course you're nothing, only capable of destruction. Your idea of reasoned argument, of debate, is to crawl around behind closed doors engineering physical injury and destruction.

I said, kick them out, Vice-Chancellor.  Ha-bloody-ha.  I did actually mean it, did and do.  We shall see.