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  • Most pernicious
  • Be careful what you wish for...
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  • Homeric hymn to Pan
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  • What the hell. I have nothing to lose
  • My Adventures
  • My Story
  • Essentials
    • The earth is not flat
    • The abolition of mind
    • Things that only need saying once-one e tel
    • Manners makyth man
    • Coal in the bath and the victim culture
    • The withdrawal of love and forcing oneself on others
    • So some guys had the really freaky idea that we should love one another
    • Jesus!
    • 'Judge not that ye be not judged'
    • Goo
    • The way we were: Anglican England
    • 'Avatars of living grace'
    • Ditching the theology of love
    • Reality >
      • Islam in the West
      • Reality 102
      • Reality 103
      • Reality 103a
      • Reality 104
  • PANTHER: the argument
    • Essential PANTHER
    • PANTHER: the graphics
  • Moi
    • Well, what I think is...
  • The new Marxism
    • The new Marxism in action
    • Who owns me if I do not own myself?
    • The weight of internal contradictions, comrades
  • Dill's World (blog)
  • New Page
  • The collapse of education
    • The Great University Education Scam
    • And here is the gnus
    • Of Paramecium and Spirogyra
    • The Dumpy Pocket Book for Biologists
  • The Anile Heir
    • Fal
    • Shavli
    • Dill
    • The new Marxism in action
    • Sarat, our hero
  • For Katie: Harry Secombe: 'The Lord is my Shepherd'
  • For Katie: He who would valiant be
  • 'And now Amanda is seriously ill.'
    • Otting
    • THAT AM I >
      • New Page
    • Medicine: the joke
    • It's like this, Doc >
      • You were saying
    • Medicine: the continuing joke
    • 'By Tummel and Loch Rannoch'
    • The laughing-stock of the civilized world
    • And be damned to you
    • In the garden with Mummy
    • Transforming the Na-Mhoram's Grim
    • Blair: the icing on the cake
    • Expecto patronam
    • Scarlet battalions
    • My family: any colour so long as it's red
    • Back to the freaking juniper-tree (1)
    • Back to the freaking juniper-tree (2)
    • Our grandfather who art in heaven (though I doubt it), Howard be thy name
    • So you have a problem with my family, fucker?
    • 'Jew-Communists'
    • Margaret, my great-grandmother, an Irish tart
    • The FUQs
    • Dear Wannabe Nemesis
    • Shall we try again, Bobbles my sweet?
    • Evil
    • Dixi (that's Latin, you know, Father)
    • The cultural use of the lamp-post
    • A home from home
    • All times are now (1)
    • All times are now (2)
    • For Katie: All times are now (3)
    • For Katie: All times are now (4)
    • For Katie; All times are now (5)
    • For Katie: All times are now (6)
    • Non serviam
    • This colour doesn't run
    • The balance
  • Civilization - the balance
  • Gallery
    • And be damned to you
    • Catholic Encyclopaedia 1912: Obedience
    • Voltaire and Jesus
    • Tertullian, Women in Canon Law (1912) and Mulieris Dignitatem (1988)
    • Padding through the Vatican archives
    • The Vatican State
    • Extra ecclesiam nulla salus: go to hell, go directly to hell, do not pass 'Go'
    • A short history lesson
    • A phrase-book for monkey-nuts
    • Summary: the abode of the loon
    • Translations from Voltaire (mine): Concerning the Church of England >
      • Bukharin and Preobrazhensky: Communism and Religion
      • Translations from Voltaire (mine): Freedom of Thought
      • Translations from Voltaire (mine): Transubstantiation
      • Thomas Paine: The Age of Reason
      • Lenin: Socialism and Religion
      • Marx: 'So much for the social principles of Christianity'
      • The Horcruxes and the illusion of power
      • 'And death shall have no dominion'
  • Led Zep: Kashmir
  • Buddhist meditation music: Zen Garden
    • Trivializing the Reformation
    • Bad moon rising
    • Dear Pope Benedict, You wish to destroy Christianity?
    • 24-inch waist SAS
    • The inevitable response to serious nonsense
    • The SOE: now, boys, don't be silly
    • Nancy Wake
    • 'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live' (Exodus 22:18)
    • Cantilip
  • Karula
  • Summary: the love way or the power way
  • Flashtest
  • The worst university in the country
  • Just finishing off, Dolores
  • Miss Smila's feeling for snow
  • Death of an expert witness
  • Interesting, those trips to Moscow
  • 'His single hand portrayed it'
  • Of course no-one pays any attention to poets
  • The desire of the moth for the flame
  • The Hospital
  • The ghost in the machine was riled
  • I am the very model of a medical practitioner
  • I am the very model of a modern faith apologist: reprise
  • I am of course reminded of a little list (of a little list)
  • In the garden with Mummy when the Nine turned up
  • Grow the fuck up, comrades
  • Thin red line
  • 'The Party', 'The Regiment'
  • Once upon a time there was a big red giant
  • Britain's not very secret weapon
  • The headlines
  • The waning of the age of aquarium
  • Letter to MI5: Playing The Patriot Game
  • Those in peril on the sea
  • The Patriot Game (song)
  • Country matters: 'Elf and Safety
  • The Matter of Britain
  • Marianne
  • Riders on the storm with soundtrack
  • The rat-catchers
  • 'And gentleman in England, now a-bed, shall think themselves accurs'd...'
  • The evidence no-one asks for
  • England
  • My father when young 2
  • A few of my books
  • The Intelligent Woman's Guide to Socialism and Capitalism
  • Barry's book-plate (evil grin)
  • Barry: 'demob' if only from the MOI and redeployment at JWT
  • Barry: publishing contracts with Curtis Brown
  • Barry's funeral service
  • Family album
  • Barbara's 100th birthday
  • And Nigel's funeral: read by Saul on the whale-backed Downs
  • Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
  • Class mum lives in a field with Dinge: the intellectual Left
  • Within you, without you
  • Because the world is round, it turns me on
  • More Lattic and other incredibly cool stuff
    • Letter to MI5: reprise
  • Hass and Venga
  • The Lover of Jalaluddin Rumi and some things you never wanted to know about translation
  • Love IS the law
  • Shahriar's sites for sore eyes
  • Islamic art and civilization
  • Abu Nuwas
  • Fisking Warsi
  • Harry's Place v. Scumbag College
  • Henrietta wondered if HP was too soft on Sparte-Smythe
  • Koorosh Modarresi of the Worker-Communist Party of Iran
  • Rumy Hasan of the Birmingham Socialist Alliance
  • Sharia socialists
  • ComSymp, ShariaSymp: plus ca change....
  • Illustrations of the Rubaiyat
  • Hell, objectively speaking: St Catherine of Genoa
  • Joe Stote
  • Katy Kianush
  • 'Brothers, if you hear...'
  • L'Internationale
  • A Lioness's Quest
  • The Battle of Evermore
  • Rosa Luxemburg
  • Love in a time of cholera
  • TEKEL: Religious, guys? Doesn't that mean shit?
  • Please do not feed the god. He really doesn't appreciate it.
  • Instead of God eating people, people eat God. Seems a good swap
  • Herstory
  • Ultramontanism
  • Multiverse defined by the sexual equipment of the human male
  • Civis romana sum?
  • Sunday School, 1913: 'THE GATES WILL BE OPEN TO ALL MANKIND'
  • Huxley
  • Consciousness 101
  • Jesus Christ the apple-tree
  • WE DO NOT KNOW
  • Trial before Pilate
  • 'For the sake of the nation, this Jesus must die!'
  • Much how I feel about doctors and other forms of intellectual pollution in the University, really
  • Jesus, a human being
  • By all means get us wrong, Father
  • 'They turned to Rome to sentence Nazareth'
  • Buddhism: frightful threat to the Church, you know
  • Dharma the Cat and the Barefoot Doctor
  • Non-duality
  • Exo, eso, balance, Balrogs et le Parti Communiste Francais 1939-1945
  • ComSymp, ShariaSymp: Fit the Second
  • Printing and the Reformation
  • Glossary
  • Early chess: more, er, gentlemen (and ladies)
  • The Crusades: it's good to look at dates
  • Richard and Saladin: perspectives
  • Richard and Saladin: perspectives
  • Nathan the Wise
  • Portly and the Piper at the Gates of Dawn
  • Otters return to Thames (maybe)
  • The Ottery, TW9
  • Spring: rain and shine
  • Problems with numeracy: cardinals, generals and rock 'n' roll
  • Franny and Zooey
  • The tail does not wag the dog
  • Try again? I think not: finale
  • How many deaths does it take till they know that too many British Muslim women have died
  • Who killed Banaz
  • Sexism, racism, Islamophobia, Marxophobia and a rather interesting school
  • Aaargh! The Terrible Tonge-Monster!
  • Just hammering the stake a little further in
  • A second English Civil War: women against women
  • The vorpal sword goes snicker-snack
  • You were saying...
  • Of course I've slain the bloody Jabberwock
  • Chapter One - Stalinism is just so yesterday
  • The rightful heir, the usurper and the usurper's bloody wife
  • Wiping excrement off the sole of one's boo
  • Fascism victorious, gloating and spurious - for the moment, certainly
  • Six counties (sob, the horror of it) lie under John Bull's tyranny
  • Calling Lord Haw-Haw
  • Cool Britannia
  • 'Hell is just as properly proper as Greenwich or as Bath or Joppa'
  • 'Any old iron, any old iron, any, any old iron...'
  • The Front Line
  • Taking it from the top...
  • Happy birthday to m
  • Extract from The Anile Heir including Lattic
  • My body my self
  • Culluket, Kastanessen and of course Coulter
  • The Girl Who Talked to Otters
  • Notes, some of which are Caroline's
  • Our revels now are ended
  • Pallas Athene
  • More notes
  • Pan pipes - conclusions - allegory
  • Shit, man, they won't even state their problem in the Agora
  • Those whom the gods wish to destroy they first make mad
  • Poetry in motion
  • Ain't no use in looking down!/Ain't no discharge on the ground!
  • Queen - We will rock you!
  • Queen - Killer Queen
  • The wrong shaped body, inferior product
  • What a friend they have in evil, all their sins and griefs to bear
  • In sum
  • 'Building a remedy for Kruschev and Kennedy'
  • Classic Islamoballs (and of course pure Stalinism)
  • Deja vu
  • Really, there are more important things to think about....
  • Sleeping Pan by InertiaK
  • Hymn to Pan by Faun
  • Pan pipes
  • Dirty old men
  • For Katie: 'And death shall have no dominion'
  • The Stone Table cracked
  • 10 intellectual frauds of the orthodox religious and their slaves
  • A Miracle of Exmoor: a Christmas masque
  • WE DO NOT KNOW
  • Intelligent women
  • 'Tales of brave Ulysses'
  • Coursera
  • Free
  • Milburn
  • A fifth column
  • Ain't there nuffink wrong with my back, apes?
  • Gunfight at OK Corral
  • Gunfight at OK Corral: the movie
  • Harmonica and Frank
  • Captain's Log: Star-Date Whatever
  • Women, the US election, the President of the United States and other cool stuf
  • The fury of a woman who has been raped
  • "Are all American officers so ill-mannered?"
  • The grand-daughter of not-quite-the-founder of the Labour Party
  • Meanwhile...the lamp-post
  • 'Sarat's little joke': the Economic Liaison Officer to the Anile Throne
  • Where have all the SovSymps gone, long time passing...
  • Roots and reductionism
  • 'At anchor here I ride...'
  • 'Against all things ending'
  • New Page
  • Verstehen Sie?
  • Memoirs of London medicine
  • 28th August 2010
  • Irreducible evil
  • Irreducible evil
  • Just for you: Anthea Turner - and the python
  • Goose-stepping morons should try reading books not burning them
  • Just call me Serafina Pekkala, or possibly Lady Godiva
  • A few reminders
  • More? You want more?
  • Grand finale
  • It even has a pretty cover
  • Bambi
  • C'est nous qu'on ose mediter/De rendre a l'antique esclavage!
  • A reminder of who is Marianne
  • Voici Noel!
  • Vicar of Bray
  • Spanish Ladies
  • Meanwhile back in Scilly....Song of the Western Men
  • Twenty years behind enemy lines
  • Family tree
  • Pavarotti: Little Drummer Boy
  • Walking in the air
  • 'So you think you can love me and spit in my eye/So you think you can love me and leave me to die'
  • Aw, come on, Doc, you're such an academic
  • Je suis allee voir dans sa tete
  • 16 chants de Noel
  • 16 chants de Noel
  • Talking of sheep...
  • The distancing of Jesus from the churches
  • So this is how it is to be
  • And....And Stafford....And
  • A limp prick and no balls
  • Excuse me while I dress my hair with vine leaves
  • Excuse me while I dress my hair with vine leaves
  • Other notes
  • Other notes
  • Blair
  • No?
  • 'Are you still laughing, Sarat?' Pt One
  • 'Are you still laughing, Sarat?' Pt Two
  • If you're going to Acton Vale, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
  • The truth about medicine
  • Getting nowhere fast
  • Bird in the bloody wilderness
  • As I have so tiresomely repetitively said
  • Untitled
  • That which sustains
  • Therefore, Vice-Chancellor
  • The lies they tell and the drivel they spout
  • Rising above the evil reptilian kitten-eaters
  • We too do not do cowering
  • What the papers say
  • The closed (sealed/wounded/stunted/practically non-existent) mind
  • Dust and sparkles: child of Dust and Light and Lenin
  • Just screaming
  • More ridiculous womanish screaming
  • Look, children, do look, it's a Five-Year Plan
  • Fictionally speaking...The House that Keir built
  • The heavy mob moves in: "We're Ancient Greeks. We do reason. And of course democracy."
  • What did New Labour achieve?
  • Apollo speaks
  • Physician, heal thyself - or not
  • Wholly unnecessary footnote
  • Ah, the dirty underbelly of medicine
  • Artemis' arrows
  • Dear Apollo, I think the mind-itch needs to be stronger
  • A few hymns
  • Rhinoceros!
  • Begging them to sue me for 15 years
  • 'Now that I lie here/My body all holes/I think of the traitors/Who bargained and sold'
  • Of course, if anyone has a spare atom bomb
  • Whatever it takes
  • Shit on the sole of my boot
  • Shit on the sole of my boot
  • You will see me dead rather than support me
  • Vultures waiting for the flesh that dies
  • Would you like to see the state of my mattress?
  • 'When you've shouted "Rule, Britannia!"...
  • 'I vow to thee, my country...' Aw, come on, you know it makes your skin crawl
  • The Fixers
  • The prince, the cardinal, the duke, the politician and the professor
  • The Enforcers
  • Me charm. You just strange
  • So what exactly am I saying here?
  • Pussy Riot: Yet another day in the destruction of Ivana Denisovich
  • Untitled
  • Pussy Riot (2): no pasaran
  • Just smile for the camera, fuckers
  • PANTHER: the animations, though not yet the videos
  • Theme music
  • So-o-o
  • Just a stupid woman screaming
  • Just a reminder of the Miracle of Exmoor
  • Mess with the best. Die like the rest
  • The essential paradigm
  • No-one wants me to survive. No-one wants me to succeed
  • "Are you still laughing, Sarat?"
  • You have heard of the University, Doctor?
  • PANTHER: The Manual, out now on Scribd
  • Going back to work tomorrow
  • The gift of speech
  • Point counterpoint
  • To cut a long story short, therefore
  • To cut a long story even shorter
  • A few things you need to note
  • Death rather than dishonour
  • In brief, therefore
  • Start of first draft - what do you think of it so far?
  • Let me tell you a story, Jackanory, Jackanory...
  • Phase II
  • Thus we see the great esteem in which London medicine holds the University
  • Washed down the drain
  • Raped, butchered, destroyed means what?
  • "I invoke Artemis"
  • I invoke Artemis (II)
  • The closing-down sale. Everything must go
  • Murder by remote control
  • Insufferable
  • Befehl ist Befehl
  • Order of play
  • The Broadmoor annexe
  • I say, don't they shoot collaborators?
  • You pay them
  • Dear British Public
  • Graphically speaking.....
  • I have taken a lead
  • Endsum
  • The good news and the bad news
  • The education suitable to the masses prescribed by the C19th industrialist, therefore
  • 'Are you still laughing, Sarat?/Medicine: the joke
  • I shit on you daily
  • It is fact
  • A new continuum...Watch this space not
  • Lady Sybil's swamp-dragons (footnote to the above)
  • The Age of Aquarius
  • But of course your usual Christmas present, little sick-bags
  • 'Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before'
  • There's just one huge and enormous difference, isn't there
  • Shall we just highlight that bit?
  • Untitled
  • Untitled
  • Off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz
  • Untitled
  • 'Don despicable, don of death' Could I leave it out?
  • Finish with a summary of the facts
  • Roll bloody up for the greatest show on earth
  • Just thought to start to make a couple of videos
  • Killer Queen
  • It is concluded
  • A short note
  • I need help
  • Get out of my university, animals
  • Bluestockings
  • Oh, when is this going to end?
  • Go for it, fuckers, go for it
  • Fnords, Jesus and the gerund
  • Corsin and coradium
  • TAH: Chapter One
  • The cancer that is medicine
  • The Petri dish
  • Hanging them is good. Exposing them is better
  • Lattic....
  • Female = non-person
  • That which sustains reprise
  • Faun: Unda. To that which sustains, we can add...
  • Non, c'est pas ca
  • Quod erat demonstrandum
  • To move on, therefore
  • So there you have it
  • The script
  • Ars longa vita brevis
  • PANTHER: the movie
  • Animal Farm: the midden
  • The word is psychopath
  • If you prefer, a septic tank
  • And the rest
  • Twin cores
  • Graecia capta ferum victorem cepit
  • Here the matter rests at present
  • So just what is this bloody nonsense?
  • My knowledge of Photoshop has increased by leaps and bounds
  • Question One
  • Words and pictures
  • Etched in acid
  • Dear fucking world
  • More
  • Caniba and Hokabi
  • I think - class (Lancashire A, puh-lease, rhymes with gas)
  • What is the point of what you are saying? What is it intended to achieve?
  • PANTHER was created in 2008
  • Happy Samhain
  • Profound concern
  • The Road to the Isles
  • And of course Andy Stewart
  • 'Banks on every finger'
  • Don't tread on me
  • A Miracle of Exmoor: a Christmas masque
  • Untitled
  • Pretty much a classic, wouldn't you say
  • Goose-stepping morons should try reading books not burning them (2)
  • There is no reasoning with them
  • A little give and take
  • Extraordinary irresistible find
  • Music
  • So there it is, part solution, mostly not
  • Reprise: 'Are you still laughing, Sarat?'/Medicine: the joke
  • Mireille
  • Espèce de pute!
  • Etched in stone
  • Hate Fal the most?
  • Or Shav?
  • Or is it Dill?
  • Or is it Dill?
  • Reminder: Ars longa vita brevis
  • Reminder: PANTHER: the movie
  • 'If you cannot make up rhymes/There are always the columns of The Times'
  • Jarring blast: letter to my father 19th February 2012
  • Vermin made simple
  • You were saying
  • And so, dear MI5, dear Labour Party, dear University...
  • I who might as well be fucking dead
  • Death rather than dishonour
  • Strands
  • Dolls on music-boxes wound up by a key
  • Beyond death
  • You can fit a lot into a five-minute video
  • Je suis Charlie
  • Marble Arch? The Brandenburg Gate? The Colosseum?
  • Sort of cross between Athena and Artemis, really
  • OK, lemme be rational
  • Meanwhile...
  • Meanwhile...
  • As if: cui bono?
  • Dark satanic mills
  • Work in progress
  • Welcome to sewer NHS
  • Over my dead body
  • Beam them up to the Great Prick in the Sky
  • So there it is, part solution, mostly not
  • That which sustains finale
  • Messing about on the River: Lattic, Sarat and Shavli too
  • Christ, it's a mad monkey
  • Lots of nuffink
  • Led Zep: Kashmir (2)
  • The pillars of the West/By all means get us wrong, Father
  • Evil reptilian kitten-eater
  • Cockroach Protection League
  • Happy Easter
  • The very models of a medical practitioner
  • The Act of Desecration
  • No is the answer. What is the question? Loony alert, therefore
  • The Grand Plan
  • Go for it
  • Waste of oxygen
  • Prologue
  • Intermezzo
  • Just the time for a brief reminder
  • Mess with the best - die like the rest
  • Wailings of sick Trots not
  • Heavy metal
  • 'Allow me to introduce myself...'
  • Freddie and Peter
  • How to depict one of the most powerful men in the world
  • Moog
  • Anyone for tennis?
  • Hair
  • Hairier?
  • Hairiest?
  • Untitled
  • Python and Allen
  • Prepared for any eventuality
  • Bad moon rising with soundtrack
  • Riders on the storm with soundtrack
  • 'Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before' encore une fois
  • Not one foul animal among them will uphold freedom and democracy
  • Flower power
  • Meanwhile there's really only one song for Ardeshna (and Blair)
  • Thin red line - the third of the set
  • PANTHER: the movie - nealy there
  • Do you like my channel art?
    • Sound file for you to choke on
  • Couple more soundbites to choke on
  • Home movie
  • Damaged goods
  • How is Virginia these days?
  • The Hunger Games
  • Now on YouTube
  • Second vid
  • The Mutts
  • The Mutt Pit
  • The video I shall make
  • Kindly therefore display all the wit, creaivity, intellect, education and intelligence you don't have
  • The last picture show
  • Faun: Unda. To that which sustains, we can add...
  • Faun: Unda. To that which sustains, we can add...
  • Faun: Unda. To that which sustains, we can add...
  • The Last Picture Show 2: female eunuchs
  • In tg
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • In
  • In the heat of the night
  • In the heat of the night
  • Not a complicated image
  • Vermin
  • 'It is a slave's lot thou describest, to refrain from uttering what one thinks'
  • Won't that be fun, Fitter?
  • New Page
  • Nous sommes tous P:aris
  • Meanwhile back at the ranch
  • You may remember the Squelch?
  • DIXI
  • I laugh at you daily
  • The end
  • Fuck your lies, your cowardice, your hypocrisy, vermin
  • Got it all sewn up
  • I am Dill
  • PANTHER: the movie - a reminder
  • And of course the manual
  • They deploy
  • New Page
  • Traitors and would be murderers
  • And the other video
  • Yes, there are, aren't there.
  • Zopiclone
  • Hell
  • No answer is a very clear answer
  • For Katie: All times are now (1)
  • For Katie: The Lord of the Dance
  • For Katie and m: The heart will go on
  • If it's the last thing I ever do, whcih I suppose it might well be
  • My fine body twisted, all battered and lame
  • Reflections
  • For Katie: The trumpet shall sound
  • For Katie: Hallelujah Chorus
  • For Katie
  • The service
  • Reading from 'Burnt Norton'
  • Going Back
  • or in other words
  • I need help
  • Time past and time future
  • Tomorrow
  • How many other lives have you destroyed?
  • Arundel
  • After such knowledge, what forgiveness
    • EXPLICIT LIBER REGIS QUONDAM REGISQUE FUTURI
  • Let it be said - it will be said
  • Information governance
  • So----
  • Sitting in their tin cans far above the world...
  • Another shit-filled weekend
  • The Cull
  • Society has the right to require of avery public agent an account of his administration
  • The laughing stock
  • 'Sing while you raise your bow...'
  • Simple questions
  • For fuck's sake they're all vermin
  • Functionally illiterate
  • Of no significance to me whatever
  • The best story
  • Mess with the best. Die like the rest
  • The visible difference
  • Drop the dead donkey: UCH imploding
  • It remains the case
  • Oh, and it remains the case
  • What matters
  • Salvat regina!
  • Nancy Wake
  • Nancy Wake 2
  • 2016: your annual treat - A Miracle of Exmoor
  • Dunscreaming (shortly, anyhow)
  • Any normal person
  • Malice
  • Keep your loving brother happy
  • Surprised by joy
  • University Challenge
  • Meanwhile back at the lamp-post
  • Except to speak of the absolute horror
  • And in particular
  • Because I screamed I needed help
  • QED
  • Sredni Vashtar
  • The wild and wacky world of the Waffen SS
  • Think I'm a bloody servant, do you
  • Irrationality
  • Literate, literary, educated, intellectual England
  • Refinements
  • Doesn't the University see the joke?
  • The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
  • On the whole, I think....
  • Ain't taking it from a woman
  • A great and mighty wonder I'm still standing
  • The zenith of human possibility
  • ' pilot of the storm who leaves no trace'
  • 'Sing while you raise your bow. Shoot straighter than before'
  • In the face of the evidence
  • Watch this space
  • Brennt Paris?
  • 'I vow to thee, my country...' Aw, come on, you know it makes your skin crawl
  • Within you, without you - especially without you
  • Ain't I got no respet
  • Goose-stepping morons should try reading books not burning them
  • The Matter of Kadun: physics and metaphysics
  • Cartoons
  • Over-arching significance not
  • They just wouldn't list
  • 'And now that I lie here/My body all holes'
  • Photoshoot
  • I saved about half the books
  • I just don't understand
  • Fnords
  • Pigs in clover
  • See you in hell, fuckers
  • Attempted murder
  • Bog-rats
  • Person or persons unknown but very guessable
  • All you need is love
  • One more time
  • More
  • Depict them in bondage
  • In sum, Mr Benn's questions
  • 'Arnold Lane/Had a strange/Hobby...'
  • '...Doors bang/Chain-gang...'
  • Etx
  • Shoot straighter than before
  • My moon and my wand
  • My college, my university
  • Inevitable and not
  • painfully slow on the uptake
  • This too you may stuff up your arse
  • And of course this
  • Pout
  • TTFN
  • Wiping excrement off the sole of my boot
  • A West End comedy, perhaps
  • Fascism
  • I really don't think so, no
  • For Katie: He who would valiant be
  • For Katie: He who would valiant be
  • For Barry: Danny Boy
  • Epitaph: it's your funeral
  • Yea, though I work in the Land of the Valley of the Shadow of Death
  • Do learn to read, Doctor
  • The crooked road the English drunkard made
  • By Oak and Ash and Thorn
  • Can't un read plain words of English
  • I get the gist, I surely do
  • The world of perversion
  • The Ottery has moved to the banks of the Arun
  • Snapping my claws at the foeman''s chants
  • Yes, the crash of the waves on the foreshore
  • The even longer march of Everywoman
  • You tried so desperately hard to destroy me
  • Evil reptilian kitten-eaters
  • The five most evil men in England
  • Love does not drown in corruption)
  • Like something out of Hieronymus Bosch
  • Harry Secombe: The Old Rugged Cross
  • The Drivellers
  • Insolence is so very vexing, is it not
  • Protected by the faith of my fore-fathers
  • Lost causes
  • Solid Soviet steel
  • 1
  • Murderous vermin who jeer at disability
  • Clarity
  • De profundis clamavi
  • Reprise: Nancy Wake 2
  • Generals gather in their masses...
  • Cry foul and bloody murder
  • Tumour
  • New Page
  • Ludicrous
  • I think I said get me out of there
  • This is not life
  • All bets off, fuckers
  • New Page
  • Dearest darling Katie and Barry
  • You think you impress me?
  • Manners, ladies and gentlemen, puh-lease
  • I suppose the exact charge would be
  • No-o-o I don't thik you should forget about Lattic
  • Boys having a bit of a larf
  • I thnk, you know, dear Artemis...
  • Sttill drooling, are you
  • 'Thou shallt not suffer a witch to live.;
  • My YouTube channel
  • Education is what is left
  • New Page
  • To su
  • To sum up
  • The endless road traversed (nearly)
  • It's a mandala, stupid
  • Happy New Year
  • Keep your loving brother happy
  • Not with a bang but a whimper
  • I, however, have outstanding questions
  • Feline groovy
  • Suitable cases for treatment
  • I have spoken
  • Nothing taxing to the sane
  • I have of course the utmost...
  • Doctors and nurses cannot cope with quantum physics
  • Addended: Etched in acid and have been for years
  • The psychology of medicine
  • No outcry
  • A very simple question
  • To which task I shall now..
  • RIP the Labour Party
  • First things first
  • I a woman
  • The Howard lion
  • Lest we forget: I don't
  • New Page
  • Pat me on the head and tell mee not to be a silly little girl
  • I a woman of over 60
  • A hanging matter
  • The gross falsification of history
  • 'The writers by their presence...'
  • One more time just for the hell of it
  • Lastly...
  • The answer is no
  • So that was the Universiity that was
  • Hey you, get off of my cloud...
  • Off. off, off of my cloud...
  • A right waste of make-up
  • So what?
  • Footnotes to the above
  • So where - ?
  • What is the name of - and can't they - ?
  • The glorious first of June
  • Why has the door not been smashed down/?
  • Your professors, Vice-Chancellor
  • Anti-dialogue
  • Shall we finish with a quick...
  • They don't want the Jabberwock slain
  • ABOVE THE LAW?
  • So - I think -
  • "Sentence first = verdict afterwards."
  • DA and TM
  • Post mortem
  • Everywhere I go people are collecting bloody food
  • how many people are on PAYE?
  • I am naturallly reminded...
  • Where was I?
  • Where was I (2)?
  • Welcome to the NHS
  • Let's play doctors and nurses
  • 'Senior members of the University'
  • These are {{DOCTORS}}} and {{{NURSES}}}
  • The girl who talked to otters
  • How you hate intelligence
  • And you always get away with it, don't you
  • And you always get away with it, don't you
  • The Hundred Flowers Movement
  • New Page
  • In one line
  • Belloc, Apollo and May
  • While readiing The Four Men
  • Golgotha, place of a skull
  • Troll toes
  • So go for it
  • PUT-DOWN
  • New Page
  • The required result
  • Sex and mind
  • Their mommas told them...
  • Greece or Rome
  • The new normal
  • Isn't this interesting?
  • New Page
  • Ruthless vicious evil old men
  • The charge is atteempted murder
  • The C-List
  • Q&A
  • Ludicrous propositions
  • Chained to the oars
  • Footnotes
  • 1095 and all that
  • The Anglican garden
  • Or of course a Kabbalist
  • I have some time ago...
  • Cult, Death-Eaters
  • Not forgetting Nathan the Wise
  • Cultural exchange
  • And of course not forgetting...
  • In short, in my young day...
  • Contemplating this Matter of Kadun
  • Nearly there
  • I detect, therefore
  • 'That government by the people, for the people, shall not perish from this earth.'
  • Tingle
  • Follow-up
  • Cave-meen
  • Not ancient history
  • I have indeed graphically
  • 'By their deeds'
  • So maybe you'll also like this bit
  • Just to be exact
  • Which?
  • Oh, all right, just for you
  • Left something out, didn't I
  • Didn't quite finish that off
  • Ciletij
  • Ritawa
  • Shav and Zik
  • The party
  • Spetzi
  • senoki
  • Punching the pixels
  • Reality
  • More tails from the riverbank
  • The Sarat and Maya Show
  • Perverts
  • If we may now...
  • In short
  • progress
  • A national joke
  • The Spetzi Effect
  • Quanta
  • Who owns me if I do not own myself? Reprise
  • Who owns me if I do not own myself? Reprise
  • Boys having a bit of a larf
  • You really have....
  • And they all just sit there
  • So exactly what - ?
  • Hostile fascist foreign powers
  • Personal, very
  • Rubber dolly
  • Essentially
  • Fana
  • LLLLOLLLL
  • Unnatural, innit
  • It's over, monkeys, over
  • You might learn something but probably not
  • So now Blair will tell us all
  • Spetzi and Qine
  • RL
  • Qine and Spetzi
  • Fucktards united
  • Capital
  • Well, didn't I just hand myself the short straw
  • Do they actually understand?
  • Quotable quotes
  • 3D printing
  • Ah, but can you print fluffy cushions?
  • Taking an intelligent interest
  • Vaudos 1
  • Vaudos 2
  • Vaudos 2.75
  • New Page
  • Anniversary Waltz
  • Automation: ostrich land
  • The Kirit and Micaela Show
  • New Page
  • Cookery time
  • What are they like!
  • Until we meet on camera...
  • And just because I know you love Homeric hymns
  • New Page
  • Dear Artemis, Athena, Apollo and Pan
  • Baz and Paw on the loose in Van-Senok
  • Back to the fermions
  • Buffy the Vampire Slayer
  • A crude, vulgar, ugly, insolent, mad and evil little man
  • RIP English Christianity
  • And the outstanding question is...
  • Foxes, fruit, fermions and fuck you where you breathe
  • Varna's Wall
  • Particularly working on
  • From the Shrine to the Viledeen
  • Spring
  • Fisking Welby
  • New Page
  • And how is the great penis in the sky tonight?
  • After-thoughts: don't forget Isis and her pal Sobek
  • The cat I don't yet have
  • The Greater and Lesser Lunacies
  • To whom it may concern....
  • New Page
  • Frank
  • Cock-suckers
  • Should you not be a movie buff...
  • Marked as property
  • Questions, questions....
  • You will publicly answer those questions
  • And this was Margaret
  • Reprise: Our grandfather who art in heaven (though I doubt it), Howard be thy name
  • To remind you...
  • England the poem
  • Back to the Viledeen
  • Come on, I just want you to...
  • So this is the story
  • New Page
  • Theme from The Water Margin
  • Turn off the bloody Horst Wessel Lied
  • Is it -10 yet?
  • Chesterton - and Belloc
  • New Page
  • So what have I proved?
  • Mock you incessantly
  • No problem, no problem at all
  • They have only one interest
  • Misa and ban-Razit
  • Rowley and Saunders
  • HARD WIRING
  • Bad science
  • Dereliction of duty here, comrades
  • Taking it from the top..
  • New Page
  • Dot the i. Cross the t
  • More Fal
  • Maya's assassination
  • So-o-o
  • Well, hi there, Sar-fenan
  • And the third reason
  • Ysabel Belinda Felicity Jehan Howard
  • 'And now that I lie here...'
  • Ain't they really
  • And so
  • 'Of course she has to do this on her own.'
  • Who the fuck are Bonnie and Clyde
  • How the cards fall
  • And don't forget Dill
  • And Shav and Dill
  • Squishy, Archchancellor: not a healthy diet
  • Back to you, Sar-Fenan
  • This is not a physics textbook
  • e=mc2
  • A NON-EVENT
  • woo hoo
  • Her story
  • Oi, you, Sar-fenan!
  • Bloody kitten-eaters
  • HHGG 1
  • HHGG 4
  • HHGG 2
  • Reprise: It reallly is...
  • Dave Allen
  • Some psycho schizoid freak
  • So absolutely insolently irreducibly evil
  • This site
  • Under the block
  • Do you not understand?
  • Gee, it's so wonderful to know
  • Parameters
  • I might go so far as to say
  • I might''ve finished losing my temper
  • Archaeopteryx flew like a pheasant
  • I am not a child. Children are under 16
  • New Page
  • Blair, Corbyn, WCPI
  • Smile for the camera
  • 'Labour'
  • Nothing you won't surrender
  • HTF do I hitch a lift to Betelgeuse?
  • "We are the Daleks."
  • Back as ever to the Viledeen
  • Scream quietly or the neighbours will hear
  • The products rejected out of hand
  • ComSymp ShariaSymp Fit the Third
  • How to defend England
  • If you cannot get rid of the people who govern you...
  • National Museum Wales
  • Why is this continuing?
  • My mission I seem to have been landed with
  • Dixi
  • Go it alone, suffer alone, what's new
  • Deep breaths
  • New Page
  • Gratis
  • Justt to complete the set
  • About that grave
  • Damn!
  • About that clock
  • Oh pilot of the storm that leaves no trace
  • Last but by no means least
  • After which
  • Or in short
  • Notification...
  • I think perhaps tomorrow...
  • C17th England
  • Je suis comme je suis
  • Whatever you do, take pride...
  • Selfies
  • There remains of course my mind
  • If you failed to get the gist
  • Alice's Left Hip Esquire
  • Limp pricks and no balls
  • New Page
  • Never ask them to strip
  • You, off my planet
  • If they absolutely won't...
  • Achilles' heel
  • Oh just do begone
  • No-one on Planet Normal
  • Welcome to Labour's England
  • Democracy...
  • New Page
  • Bringing back the dark
  • The best story
  • Is there one single point?
  • To come up to date
  • Evil
  • The destruction of the intellectual basis of the free world
  • The mad relations in the rafters
  • Let this be my contentment
  • Results
  • None of which of course
  • A purely indigenous evil
  • Here the matter rests at present
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • A toss-up
  • Blair
  • New Page
  • Reality 105
  • The wearing of the green
  • Recently come to light
  • Growly snarly wolf
  • New Page
  • Five years later...
  • Bobbles
  • OK, assume.
  • A flight of fancy
  • So long as we understand each other
  • Footnote
  • Fisking Warsi reprise
  • Why was nothing done?
  • Job well done, filth
  • Being a galactic mail from me to Zaphod
  • Beyond evil
  • In the 61st minute of the final hour
  • Doo-be, doo-be, do
  • English Christianity until....
  • New Page
  • 'I AM KING AND GOD AND LAW#
  • So I get this
  • Bad mood
  • Another book for you, Blair
  • One should always write things down - in some form or another
  • All cleared up in five minutes
  • Of course I have worn such a hat
  • Thus, bloody thus
  • No pasaran
  • I continued...
  • You prefer Misa and Ban-razit
  • The 3D printer in the town centre
  • Labour's apotheosis
  • Selling women by the pound
  • Why, my own mother and father wouldn't recognize me
  • And the punchline is
  • Do just go and fuck yourselves
  • Fruit Loop
  • Only one interest
  • The price of a woman's body
  • Eris
  • Just can't hear you
  • VR
  • Not as exciting as Hokabi
  • 'Unfortunate'
  • Oh look what they're saying about me
  • Should one really not...
  • I am intelligent.
  • From the archives: fisking Warsi
  • Do MPs entirely grasp what they're there for?
  • Our servants not our masters
  • New Page
  • Or you could say the reverse
  • The problem is that there is no problem
  • Irrelevant
  • From the archives: who killed Banaz
  • From the archives: ooh, we are so sensitive
  • From the archives: wondrous multiculturalism
  • From the archives: Banaz' sister spoke out
  • Neither right nor honourable nor gentlemen
  • The carrion chorus
  • And so
  • New Page
  • Can hear you from here, animal
  • Forgot it at Christmas
  • 'Blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain'
  • So golly gosh
  • And I laugh (2)
  • What else can we talk about
  • Thus
  • Spare ribs
  • Mene mene tekel upharsin
  • And of course...
  • Matthew 7: 3
  • Blair
  • This exchange
  • Because it's a horrible way to die
  • Peter
  • Those convictions
  • A purely pernicious twist
  • The open mind
  • They took away the post-its
    • First part of Fal 1
  • First part of Fal 2
  • Sarat at the Shrine 1
  • Sarat at the Shrine 2
  • To continue...
  • Contemplating this Matter of Kadun 1
  • 2. Contemplating this Matter of Kadun 2
  • Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
  • Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
  • Dill and this Matter of Kadun
  • Of course
    • Back to sanity...
  • Ridiculous and viie
  • From the archives: obedience (1912)
  • I should imagine...
  • From the archives: And who kept this bubbling?
  • From the archives: Voltaire on the CofE
  • From the archives: Extra ecclesiam nulla salus
  • From the archives: The Vatican archives 1
  • From the archives: the Vatian archives 2
  • From the archives: The Vatican archives 3
  • 2000 years making most of it up
  • Proud Archbishop of York conducts his own daughter's wedding ceremony
  • New Page
  • Nothing may be said. Nothing may be done.
  • It seemed a good idea at th e time
  • Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa reprise
  • Aren't they gorgeous?
  • A precedent has been set
  • Something else for the animals to gloat over
  • Let's play doctors and nurses
  • Women beware women
  • How best may we accommodate you, o master
  • The Agora
  • New Page
  • Violence power coercion desecration
  • BOURGEOIS MORALITY
  • New Page
  • Once more from the top
  • So what do I think?
  • First part of Fal
  • Fal 2 2021
  • Fal and Tet
  • To conclude: to whom it may concern
  • Sarat and Hass
  • THis is what I look like, Vice-Chancellor
  • Sonderkommando
  • The balance of probability
  • Can I keep this up for ever?
  • How you hate intelligence 2
  • Et freaking cetera
  • Honestly, darling, that mantilla
  • The prince, the duke, the cardinal, the politician and the professor
  • The Fixers
  • The Enforcers
  • By the balls of Apollo!
  • Cernunnos
  • Burunda
  • Solidarity
  • About that new sofa I printed...
  • A position it is entirely easy to understand
  • Yes. Yes, you are ridiculous
  • Yes. Yes, everything I have said about you is an understatement
  • Meanwhile back at the ottery
  • The flawed concept of Islamophobia
  • Oh rats!
  • The revolving door
  • Ah yes, my future
  • Explicit liber
  • So now....
  • Deep breaths
  • Thanks awfully for the suggestion, old boy
  • A list, therefore
  • Previous reflections
  • Ah, culture
  • Ah, here you have the nub
  • New Page
  • Tropes
  • Letter to my dead parents
  • New Page
  • These they left me
  • Don't forget Lattic
  • Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
  • Song of the Western Men
  • The new national anthem
  • Wanna see the Deeds
  • New Page
  • Another very fine song
  • Shamima Begum
  • The perfect citizens of a fascist state
  • Grease
  • Love, Serafina Pekkala
  • To whom it may concern
  • First part of Fal
  • Fal 2
  • Also to whom it may concern
  • So what happened then?
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • Who has no authority in England
  • I shall now potter off
  • La trahison des clercs
  • 'Those who cannot remember the past...'
  • A little intellectual exercise...
  • The view of the Labour leadership
  • Take it from the top, Karl
  • Is Abbott a feminist? We shall see
  • Ooh, we are so sensitive
  • Death before dishonour
  • Listen very carefully. I shall say this only once
  • Of course certain lines here
  • Hide the Secret. Hide the Weakness
  • The very model of a modern faith apologist
  • Models of modern health practitioners
  • Meanderings
  • Negation
  • Bloody certifiable
  • Convert, comrades, convert!
  • Found the articles
  • Dangerous animals
  • I name you the Duke of Plaza-Toro
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • Christchurch 1
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • To May, whom it concerns
  • Shouts and whispers
  • Hic jacet
  • Hyde Park, London, England
  • Condition of the Working-Class in England 1845
  • Thus ComSymp ShariaSymp
  • Ooh, you guessed
  • You are so obvious
  • In detail
  • Hard wiring
  • If mind does not exist., democracy is unnecessary
  • Th Age of Reason, 1794
  • Fisking Cantuar
  • Danger: profoundly esoteric image
  • The seer and that which he sees are one.
  • Meanwhile hats off to the Guardian
  • Letter to MI5 in case you missed it.
  • Fucking Pollyanna
  • The Greta Garbo Home for Wayward Boys and Girls
  • Perhaps in five year old English
  • Non serviam
  • The 7 principles of public life. Pix too
  • Tor and Tonge
  • Barking moonbats
  • Herr Hitler, I presume
  • A rich joke, Blair
  • Eire in the 1950s?
  • Cold shower
  • By definition 'God' has to know what a lepton is
  • Ah, the Yorkshire Ripper
  • Parallel government
  • New Page
  • You will not look at them
  • The magic migraine
  • From about a year ago
  • La nausee
  • Yes, it's Operation Mindfuck
  • Book review
  • Happy bloody Easter
  • A little quiet attempted murder
  • Fal 2
  • The curse of the killer zombies
  • So the next logical step would be...
  • Don't my silly little arts degree mean nuffink?
  • Oh dear I have upset someone(s)
  • New Page
  • A few questions
  • There are no great ones
  • Gets so horribly in the way
  • Violence against women, it's what you pay your taxes for
  • 'Bring me the head of Alfreddo Garcia'
  • Just don't forget Lattic
  • The House of the Rising Sun
  • The initiation of force
  • Yes, that's right, I said Bentley
  • Turning now to this Matter of Kadun I
  • Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
  • Shav, Petrush and the Matter of Kadun 2
  • Do admire your handiwork
  • Marche funebre
  • Misogyny
  • On this 75th anniversary...
  • The Enchanted Forest
  • If you should confront these filth
  • Encore une fois
  • Impertinent evil filth
  • A successful outcome
  • Therefore...
  • Which end is up
  • I shall create it
  • PANTHER: The Manual, out now on Scribd
  • Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa
  • First part of Fal
  • Fal 2
  • Indeed there are many interesting people to talk to in my mind
  • Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof
  • To dig a little deeper
  • Of food-banks and reprographics
  • No dark
  • Just remembered another spectacular waste of money
  • More about Tories
  • And more...
  • This and that and some of the other
  • Or in short
  • Don't forget The House That Keir Built
  • Memo to the Senate of the University of London
  • Turning now to this Matter of Kadun I
  • Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
  • The fur does settle...
  • Models of medical practitioners
  • HARD WIRING 2
  • Strange things happen in the quantum universe
  • Strange things happen in the quantum world
  • "Are you still laughing, Sarat?"
  • Falsity
  • Je ne regrette rien
  • Of course you could always check the facts
  • 'Do you recall what was the deal/The day the music died.'
  • The family handbook
  • Goose-stepping morons
  • Riidiculous
  • Welcome to the diverse and plural real world
  • Does it not sound sweet?
  • This half-wit waving her degree...
  • O tempora! O mores! O mayhem!
  • Sexism is a crime
  • ''I can't be treated like this.'
  • And here the matter rests at present
  • J'ai vecu
  • Extreme unction
  • The free movement of peoples
  • The rules
  • The witch must burn in hell, he trumpeted,
  • You can always ask Google
  • Monsters
  • Just think, then you can add murder to your CVs
  • New Page
  • No dark
  • In sum
  • Give them everything they ask for
  • Good for a laugh
  • The end. Full stop.
  • Just grow a pair
  • Bad moon rose
  • To whom it may concern
  • And?
  • And don't forget Lattic
  • The Hall of Mirrors
  • Because of course
  • How to murder a woman
  • Bwahaha
  • They gave them time
  • My big brown eyes
  • A n all-party statement from the House of Commons
  • Fat pig
  • Always remember...
  • Always remember...
  • The whole lot of them
  • Clear and present danger
  • Note to Jackson, Hughes and Ardeshna
  • So...
  • Oy, you
  • They did not like the New Marxism at all
  • Irritable Owl Syndrome
  • The drivel show
  • Oh, you know, Woodstock
  • Aqiuarius
  • One more time and once again...
  • Anglican England
  • Since I feel bloody annoying
  • At cock crow
  • Civilized behaviour
  • New Page
  • 'Thirty pieces of silver'
  • 'I look for truth and find that I get damned'
  • Found the quote
  • Carrion
  • Books
  • Singer to my clan in that dim red dawn of man
  • Five Prime Ministers
  • The victory of the Tuatha de Danaan
  • A briefer response
  • Bonfire Night
  • Conjecture
  • Or as I said more lucidly...
  • They really didn't like my poems at all
  • Denis Diderot
  • The Age of Reason
  • Some years later...
  • We the people
  • Side-dishes
  • So do tell
  • Facts
  • Reality
  • Because I know you hate it even more
  • So perhaps
  • Termites
  • So you go right on..
  • I even told them about the SOE
  • Transforming the Na-Mhoram's Grim
  • Oh and this
  • I think Hafiz would have liked Bunyan's hymn
    • Shame
  • Fisking Warsi
  • Welcome to Brighton, a plural and diverse community
  • An 'All Party Parliamentary Group'
  • Oh, when will this end?
  • QEbloodyD
  • To return to civilization.
  • Fal continued
  • Fal and Tet
  • Dill and this Matter of Kadun
  • Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
  • Maya's assassination
  • They stripped
  • For monkey-nuts: dixi
  • Fisking Malik: Preamble
  • Melodrama
  • Fisking Malik: Part One
  • The end is Nye
  • Aberfan
  • New York Mining Disaster 1941
  • Resonances
  • Don't talk to me about the law
  • And so...
  • And the other thing...
  • you so love lies, don't you
  • Writing things down
  • I am the very model of a medical practitioner
  • PAINLESS BUT PERMANENT
  • Love from Serafina Pekkala
  • A difference of opinion
  • Just a theory
  • What the hell do you think I am, you ridiculous little pieces of shit
  • This will do for the time being
  • This colour doesn't run
  • The desired result
  • No balls, 'Frank', just no balls
  • Just call me Harmonica
  • Hokabi
  • In his tin can, far above the world
  • Bloody psychopaths, in short
  • Berchtesgaden, 1935
  • You are so obvious, Blair
  • So what happens next?
  • So what is the matter with you
  • End of the road
  • Happy New Year
  • Meaningless
  • Kinky boys
  • A sick joke
  • So:
  • Bottom-feeders
  • New Page
  • So why are you here?
  • There, isn't that just so cute
  • The Lizard of Oz
  • And stuff this...
  • And they have never heard of...
  • Of course I'm a fucking witch
  • Just getting out my tunic of skins
  • Erudite, that's me
  • In short...
  • First part of Fal
  • Fal 2
  • So, as ever
  • It is a slave's lot thou describest
  • Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
  • Medicine: the joke
  • Are you five-year-olds?
  • The Directorate
  • Murderers and traitors
  • Books....
  • Books, filth, books
  • Since I have no intention...
  • Oh, how they stripped.
  • Indeed, it is like this, Doc
  • Thus...
  • And the fuss is about what?
  • This and that
  • And don't forget Lattic
  • Lemme set the scene
  • Diversity
  • This matter of Kadun: (inner and eso) 1
  • The matter of Kadun (inner and eso) 2
  • They are the Daleks. They are Masters of the Universe
  • I however do not remotely think that
  • 'See how I die. Just watch me die.'
  • A simple case of attempted murder
  • The final act
  • Our story
  • So why did they not support PANTHER?
  • Love drowned in Corruption
  • All times are now (1)
  • Transforming the Na-Mhoram's Grim
  • 'The Father took from him the Keys and the Sword'
  • 'That government by the people....'
  • Ir's a fucking doddle
  • The smoking gun
  • Read all abaht it
  • Woo-hoo, it's a full moon.
  • Carrion
  • 'All you need is love'
  • Just not macho
  • So what precisely - ?
  • so when England's answer to Indiana Jones...
  • And you filth at UCH
  • 'When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald...'
  • More history (after a bit)
  • Exodus 32 (well, loosely)
  • A 99% confidence rating
  • Something of the kind..
  • Come to my funeral, Blair?
  • Do anything for them, anything to feed them
  • Forgot to repeat the Bobbles letters
  • England in the C21st and the C12th
  • In the event of.
  • My head held firmly under water
  • The most basic standards
  • Miscellany
  • The primate pecking order
  • Cancer Ward
  • Locke, Hume, Kant, Mill, is there anyone they didn't ban
  • Farce
  • The Tories' own quest for ideological purity
  • 'opium of the people'
  • Blair's New Model England
  • In English not Latin or Arabic
  • Because no-one stops them
  • The thin end of the wedge
  • Intellectually sickening
  • And don't forget Lattic
  • Sickboy
  • From the Shrine to the Viledeen
  • The company of civilized people
  • The care of the penis
  • So you're happy now
  • Unlikely
  • I hope...
  • So very much more interesting
  • Astronomy for Kids of all ages
  • Dill and this Matter of Kadun
  • In sum....
  • Shit
  • And I laugh
  • Feeesh
  • And be damned to you.
  • Avatars of perfection
  • New Page
  • Marked for extermination from the start
  • i'm helpless and desperate and alone so just fuck you
  • So just go and
  • Wouldn't it be lovely to be in hospital
  • Alice's adventure in hospital
  • The NHS does not live by bread alone
  • Just say cheese
  • Clear and present danger to women
  • There are those who despise being able to spell....
  • I remain, yours sincerely
  • Do you think I don't know what you are
  • Thus troll toes
  • Achilles
  • Complete barbarians
  • Bloody rings of power
  • Lady Sybil's exploding dragons
  • Mesdames, messieurs, faites vos jeux
  • A societal archetype....
  • Sascha doing his renowned impression of a baby zebra
  • Pog ma thoin!
  • The continuum
  • Good to see the young people out in the fresh air enjoying themselves
  • Look once again at spite-ridden lower-middle-class women
  • So the hell with you
  • Mr Morgan, Mr Paxman
  • Ah, you're going to sue me?
  • Or perhaps
  • So which particular set of ludicrous and obscene lies?
  • The opium of the people
  • Throw them my body, throw them my life. Can't do enough for them
  • The hell with all of you
  • First part of Fal
  • Fal 2
  • Fal and Tet
  • All any of them want, my destruction, the destruction of democracy, destruction of the University
  • Maya's assassination
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  • So the fuss is about what?
  • Unrectifiable harm done with malice aforethought
  • There was, you will recall, a bad moon rising
  • Cool stuff
  • Just what is your fucking problem?
  • So now Emglishwomen are destroyed at the command of sadists
  • Aggravating factors: adding insult to injury
  • Selfies
  • Evidence
  • Bonnie and Clyde
  • Chinese whispers
  • Beyond evil
  • Evidence
  • They jumped from 40,000 feet without a parachute
  • Kindle and things
  • Bloody Operation Mindfuck
  • What to do when they push Chinese writing under the door
  • The word you seek is brainwashed
  • The bloody cosmic laughter.
  • I thought you might like to see...
  • Women's bodies break easily
  • They were told and they were told and they were told
  • Not on the whole given to Schadenfreude
  • Do they actually have IQs or do they flatline?
  • Wouldn;'t it be funny if Bobbles were Francis
  • All times are now, yet again
  • Shame
  • What you need to do...
  • So all of it a right bloody waste of make-up
  • 'There is nothing you can't buy'
  • And of course I told them what would happen
  • The sub-species woman
  • Le quatorze juillet
  • Oh and this bit, comrades
  • 'Tell all the boys I'm back in the city...'
  • Time for a wash and brush-up
  • And, and, and
  • Verse 5 of the Red Flag and don't forget Lattic
  • New Page
  • But of course
  • Fill in a few gaps
  • Merit
  • Homo sapiens sapiens stands erect
  • Bunch of boobs
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  • Lower than vermin, much lower
  • And another one
  • The Wizard of Oz
  • And the only outstanding question
  • Cooking the books
  • so come on....
  • Hell and tarnation
  • You did go to school, Blair?
  • New Page
  • New Page
  • Sick-boys
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  • Oh and because I know you're thick...
  • Another scalp for the sick-boys
  • So, pig-bitch
  • Pig-bitch 2
  • Pig-bitch 3
  • Functionally illiterate
  • How you hate human
  • The ghost in the machine was riled
  • Dear MI5 person
  • Or perhaps Linch and Goldstone prefer...
  • Yes
  • First part of Fal
  • Fal 2
  • Fal and Tet
  • You, Blair
  • This site will self-destruct...
  • Left out repeating the juicy bit
  • Hi to the University of Witwatersrand or wherever
  • You are really very funny
  • You are really very funny
  • How very funny
  • As if
  • If...
  • Can it be more obvious>
  • Conclusion
  • The initiation of force
  • A busted flush
  • Shall we have that again?
  • The sum of the ravings
  • This meanwhile
  • But of course
  • Point-blank rejection of the governing system of the country
  • What part of fuck off does the Vatican not understand?
  • Please save the crackling
  • Happy Hallowe'en
  • This bit's fun too
  • Time it was
  • Oh you know, like this
  • Screw you....
  • As if
  • NHS bureaucracy strikes again
  • More asses
  • Show's over
  • My body, my self
  • New Page
  • Hate intelligence, hate better
  • The Library at Alexandria (and things)
  • HARD WIRING A
  • Hard wiring B
  • Hard wiring C
  • And of course they ain't fucking illitrit
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  • New Page
  • Jesus, look at them!
  • So take a walk on the wild side
  • But your Achilles' heel remains
  • Addressing an empty crisp packet
  • Empty crisp packets
  • So here's to you, criminal vermin
  • Only 4000 variants
  • So they sat there jerking themselves off
  • And on no account forget Lattic
  • So, Mr Benn's questions
  • The contents of the septic tank
  • Lizard men
  • Playing with my dolls
  • Ah, yes, the funny farm
  • Hic jacet 2
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  • This was Anglican England
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  • First part of Fal 2021
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  • Uncle Joe and the Na-Mhoram's Grim
  • Dixi@ I have spokwn
  • And govenment is for what?
  • And here is picture of Jesus with his beloved pet ferret
  • Your Christmas favourite
  • Peter
  • And this is what happened
  • Les Eleutheromanes
  • I repeat, just for the hell of it.
  • So I'll just go on thinking my own thoughts
  • All times are now (1)
  • All times are now (3)
  • 'Be careful with that axe, Eugene'
  • La Ballade des Pendus
  • We do not know
  • Banal
  • The wrong kind of snow
  • Oy, monkey-nuts
  • Lizard-men
  • And of course they all know too
  • Fiver in the Death Warren
  • And lo it came to pass
  • One way to deal with sexual fuxk-ups
  • Dill and this Matter of Kadun 2021
  • Frauds
  • Complications
  • Yes, but I know who I am
  • Today satirized as
  • Dill, the bit in the middle
  • Question
  • Ah, but
  • What can be wrong with that?
  • So what have I done
  • And this is the state of my body
  • Absolutely insolent, absolutely evil, absolutely degenerate
  • Dangerous wild beasts
  • Cowardly, contemptible cock=suckers
  • Farce
  • Thus, m'lud, it is clearly demonstrated
  • An offence against law, fact, reason, sanity
  • So we go through it all again
  • The empty swimming-pool
  • So I have questions
  • One more bloody time
  • It remains the best way
  • Get real
  • Two to the power of 75000 to one against and falling
  • Along with Oolon Colluphid
  • Head honcho
  • So why - ?
  • Civilized behaviour
  • 'Be careful with that axe,Eugene' (2)
  • Deep Thought
  • England in the C21st
  • So what's next?
  • I do understand
  • Right bloody waste of make-up
  • An aggressive cancer
  • A question of degree (not the academic kind)
  • McDonnell's little friends in Iran
  • Ah, yes, McDonnell
  • Everything was perfectly normal
  • Blog
  • So when did you hear - ?
  • Time for a wash and brush-up
  • Time for a wash and brush-up (2)
  • So calming
  • The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
  • Google Images search
  • Am enthusiastic amateur classicist
  • It only remains therefore
  • Aum mani padme hum
  • New Page
  • WHen everything fails
  • Jackson
  • Thus
  • Tsk, tsk, tsk
  • If I may translate...
  • Perhaps you prefer - ?
  • Roast aurochs
  • Totally synbolic, totally not
  • Just doesn't matter, does it
  • Base details
  • History, should there be any
  • Libro de los juegos
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  • So do just tell
  • The end of the world is nigh
  • New Page
  • The party of law and order
  • Thank you, Prime Minister, that will be all
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  • Aw, Dimitri!
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  • Ah, bon, les putes
  • Indicting Tories
  • Poor Mr Sunak
  • Falsity
  • RL
  • Untitled
  • The D-word
  • Nye, wouldst that thou wert living at this hour!
  • Sp gp fpr ot
  • Fortunately there are more elevated things to do than contemplate infected shit
  • The parable of the respirator
  • Arbeit macht frei
  • Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
  • It's the grapes that come from Chile
  • Untitled
  • The actual social principles of Christianity
  • The social principles of Christianity as observed by Marx
  • Bananas and eggs with your polio
  • The hallmarks of the age
  • Gilead
  • Spinal tap
  • Purr
  • An atypical population
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  • Leche-culs
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  • RTFM
  • The ceding of democratic control
  • I shit on you daily
  • The ceding of democratic control pt 2
  • Fortunately there are civilized people to talk to
  • This is how to deal with pervert monkeys
  • Pink stars and burquas
  • Ditching the theology of love: reprise
  • A happy communist life
  • Or you prefer Nigel?
  • Our papa
  • My turf, bubba
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  • Just a little obvious
  • New Page
  • BDSM
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  • So Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa
  • And the hunt continues
  • Jesus!
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  • New Page
  • All on prime-time television
  • Lest we forget: I don't
  • You know, like at Hokabi and Caniba and so on
  • Until they learn
  • Vaudos 1: so it's a walking fence
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  • First part of Fal
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  • New Page
  • Don't forget they ain't fucking illitrit
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  • Of course he argued with himself about it.
  • Democracy: a system devised to cage and contain power
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  • What to, the Higgs boson?
  • Maya's assassination
  • Dill and this Matter of Kadun 2021
  • 1. Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
  • Astronomy for Kids of all ages
  • 1. Contemplating this Matter of Kadun 1
  • 2. Contemplating this Matter of Kadun 2
  • 2. Shav, Petrush and the Matter of Kadun 2
  • Who are pensioners?
  • Party political broadcast...
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  • Have you managed to be human?
  • Life in a fact-free world
  • And of course our dear friends the anti-vaxxers
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  • Just put this on Twitter too
  • Precisely how - ?
  • Aroint thee, Muse!
  • Death by government
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  • It is, I think, the creation of Vernon and Marge
  • Gee, isn't it just the market?
  • There would not therefore seem to be an real difference
  • The goose that laid the golden eggs
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  • Only 37.9 million tourists a year
  • The Big Squeeze
  • All the same gig
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  • There is no dark
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  • The issues facing my grand-parents
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  • ComSymp
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  • Reality 102: reprise
  • Reality 103: reprise
  • Reality 103a: reprise
  • Reality 104: reprise
  • Religious census of 1851
  • Mortal sin
  • If Twitter is anything to go by...
  • The 1945 Labour landslide
  • So just look at them all, Vice-Chancellor
  • And of course an offence to UCL
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  • The new Marxism
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  • Nice bit of bedtime reading
  • Christ, you are so boring!
  • First part of Fal
  • Fal 2 2021
  • And of course this
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  • Thus Bobbles
  • Fal and Tet
  • Mr Benn's questions.
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  • Just so - so - so
  • None of this of course is subject to discussion
  • Therefore, ain't I got no respect
  • Nor do I tug my forelock
  • Book of Common Prayer
  • 'I know that my Redeemer liveth'
  • Meanwhile an offal-fest on Twitter'
  • Spine
  • This is what they expected me to push
  • What? Oh, the picture Jesus mentioned
  • Our servants not our masters (2)
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  • Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa reprise
  • Journey to the edge of the universe
  • Oh they do get so antsy
  • I am the very model of a medical practitioner: reprise
  • I am the very model of a modern faith apologist: reprise
  • Quid agas
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  • As for the rest of it...
  • So:
  • Totally ordinary Brits
  • The corruption of history
  • 'Imagination has seized power!'
  • So, you, Blair
  • Without fear or favour
  • So a special round of applause for
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  • It is remarkably tedious
  • All times are now (1) reprise
  • All times are now (2) reprise
  • All times are now (3): reprise
  • All times are now (4): reprise
  • All times are now (5): reprise
  • All times are now (6)
  • Maya's assassination: reprise
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  • Doth it not say in the Book of Pious Crap
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  • And answer Mr Benn's questions
  • Thus the dirty shit-filled hierarchical fascist brains
  • PANTHER...
  • 'And now Amanda is seriously ill.'
  • You might also enjoy Sredni Vashtar
  • Girls. You were saying? About girls?
  • 'And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, shall think themselves accurs'd...'
  • This happened in RL
  • Ooh
  • HMQ
  • How to lose operations other than war
  • There, isn't that just so cute:reprise
  • Ah, the sub-species woman
  • How do you dare?
  • Oh look what they're saying about me: reprise
  • 'Blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain': reprise
  • A lemur speaks!
  • Welcome to London, Mr President
  • HMQ (2)
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  • Neither benefiting from nor obsesssed by
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  • So how many people has Medicine destroyed?
  • Don't you like my DNA?
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  • Hmm, so I guess...
  • Yes I understand
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  • Do tell
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  • https://www.coursera.org/learn/our-earth?
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  • One quick question
  • And something for Bobbles
  • If...
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  • So there it is
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  • Ringleaders
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  • Nor of course response to my vid
  • Or the second one
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  • Thus I refer you to...
  • Break the stupid cunt's back
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  • Mock, yes, crawl, no
  • All the things you haven't changed
  • Cute family picture
  • You can check it out on the DTIC site
  • Eagles are rare in WC1
  • High crimes and midemeanour

Psychosexual cripples         
 
What is of course given is that God has the mind of a heterosexual male psycho-sexual cripple.  Made in man’s image and likeness is so obvious as to be funny.
 
Poor Bobbles.  If he behaved like a normal decent civilized rational human being he wouldn’t be a great big he-monkey any more.  That makes him feel really threatened.
 
John Paul II was unyielding. He actually grouped contraception with genocide in a litany of "intrinsically evil" acts that condemn sinners to hell for eternity. "The vast majority of Catholic married couples, that is, stand on the wrong side of the abyss with Hitler and Pol Pot," as Charles R. Morris observed in his splendid history of American Catholicism.
 
Screaming fucking nutters, yes.  Sick-boy savage hysteric desperate for women to be kept breeding.  As long as we’re having babies and looking after children male power is not threatened, men can continue to run the world in peace. 
 
PANTHER -> Site news -> Priests out of step with Ratzinger
by
Ysabel Howard - Saturday, 20 November 2010, 07:52 PM
 
Catholic Church In Italy Out Of Step With Ratzinger
"Shame!" screeched the Vatican’s official newspaper, L’Osservatore Romano, "Fake confessions in search of a shameful scoop!" But what on earth had got the Vatican’s propaganda rag in such a flap? Well, it seems Ratzinger is not happy with Italian journalists who posed as ordinary Catholic congregants and went to confession to admit to invented sins. They wanted to find out just how in step with the Vatican the average parish priest is in Italy. "Shame! There is no other word to express our distress toward an operation that was disgusting, worthless, disrespectful and particularly offensive," L’Osservatore Romano said in an editorial.
The reporters made their fake confessions to 24 different priests in five Italian cities, including Rome. The magazine L’Esspresso, which published the results, said the idea was to see how priests handle difficult pastoral situations and whether they followed the strict dogmas laid out by church teaching. What the journalists found was that priests are almost uniformly out of step with the Vatican on a range of social issues. The only matter on which they did unanimously follow the Vatican line was on abortion. One of the reporters claimed in the confessional that she had let a doctor switch off the respirator that kept her father alive. "Don’t think any more about it," she was told by a friar in Naples. "If I had a father, a wife or a child who had lived for years only because of artificial means, I would pull out the plug." More than once, the magazine said, priests gave quite different advice on what the Church regards as "sins" – on issues such as homosexuality, divorce, stem-cell research, euthanasia and prostitution. One reporter said he was HIV-positive and asked if he should use a condom with his girlfriend. One priest said no, another said it was more of a personal matter than one of conscience. Another journalist posed as a researcher who had received a lucrative offer to work abroad on embryonic stem cells. With the extra cash, he said, he and his wife could think about starting a family. So should he take up the post? "Yes. Yes. Of course," came the reply. Given the Vatican’s almost hysterical hatred of homosexuality, with its pronouncements that gay people are ‘intrinsically evil’ and ‘morally disordered’ it comes as a surprise to one gay man who went to one of the confessions to be told by the priest that the best solution was to "come out" and "be yourself". L’Osservatore Romano said the deception was "a sacrilege, because it violated the sacred space in which a self-recognised sinner asks intimately to receive God’s merciful love." The paper failed to say that it made Ratzinger look like even more of an authoritarian bigot than usual. It also illustrated that truly compassionate people simply disregard his pronouncements.

PANTHER -> Site news -> 'The Vatican exists first and foremost to preserve its own power.'
by
Ysabel Howard - Saturday, 20 November 2010, 07:50 PM
 
One paradox of the Polish pope is that while he is rightly revered for helping bring down the godless Communists, he has replicated something very like the old Communist Party in his church. Karol Wojtyla has shaped a hierarchy that is intolerant of dissent, unaccountable to its members, secretive in the extreme and willfully clueless about how people live. The Communists mouthed pieties about "social justice" and the rule of the working class while creating a corrupt dictatorship of bureaucrats. Russians boiled this down to a cynical adage: We pretend to work, and they pretend to pay us. For American Catholics, the counterpart is: They pretend to lead, and we pretend to follow. Like the Communist Party circa Leonid Brezhnev, the Vatican exists first and foremost to preserve its own power.
Pope John Paul II turns 82 this month, and he looks more mortal by the day. In his photo op with the American cardinals last week, he was so infirm and unintelligible that you wanted to avert your eyes out of pity. But let's not. The uncomfortable and largely unspoken truth is that the current turmoil in the Roman Catholic Church is not just a sad footnote to the life of a beloved figure. This is a crisis of the pope's making. I do not mean that the pope condones child abuse, although his zeal to combat it ranks right down with that of, say, Cardinal Bernard Law, the pedophile-juggling head of the Boston archdiocese. Despite what you may have read, the pope has not apologized for anything, nor has he acknowledged anything amiss in the hierarchy's decades of dissembling — or, as he dismissively put it, the way church leaders "are perceived to have acted." The fact that the pope's passing reference to the rape of children as a "crime" was treated as a bolt of divine enlightenment reflects just how eager we are to let him off the hook. It should be clear by now that this scandal is only incidentally about forcing sex on minors. There is no evidence so far that predator priests are more common than predator teachers or predator doctors or predator journalists. The scandal is the persistent failure of the church hierarchy to comprehend, to care and to protect. The Boy Scouts, not an organization in the vanguard of sexual enlightenment, adopted a clear, firm policy to protect children from molestation 19 years ago. The Catholic bishops and their Vatican handlers, meanwhile, are still parsing the rhetorical fine points of "zero tolerance," which is at best an empty slogan (does anyone favor "10 percent tolerance"?) and at worst a way of abdicating responsibility. The pope lamented last week that the child abuse scandal is eroding trust in the church. But that is rather backward. American Catholics have reacted so explosively to this sordid affair precisely because they felt so little trust to begin with. The distrust is the legacy of Pope John Paul II. One paradox of the Polish pope is that while he is rightly revered for helping bring down the godless Communists, he has replicated something very like the old Communist Party in his church. Karol Wojtyla has shaped a hierarchy that is intolerant of dissent, unaccountable to its members, secretive in the extreme and willfully clueless about how people live. The Communists mouthed pieties about "social justice" and the rule of the working class while creating a corrupt dictatorship of bureaucrats. Russians boiled this down to a cynical adage: We pretend to work, and they pretend to pay us. For American Catholics, the counterpart is: They pretend to lead, and we pretend to follow. Like the Communist Party circa Leonid Brezhnev, the Vatican exists first and foremost to preserve its own power. This is disheartening for the many good Catholics who hope this crisis will provoke a renaissance in their church. Nobody quite says it this way, but one reason many Catholics see the moment as ripe for reform is that this pope is on his last legs. Soon, the hope goes, a vigorous new leader may emerge. Maybe so. But like the Communists, John Paul has carefully constructed a Kremlin that will be inhospitable to a reformer. He has strengthened the Vatican equivalent of the party Central Committee, called the Curia, and populated it with reactionaries. He has put a stamp of papal infallibility on the issue of ordaining women, making it more difficult for a successor to come to terms with the issue. He has trained bishops that the path of advancement is obsequious obedience to himself. Alarmed by priests who showed too much populist sympathy for their parishioners, the pope, according to the Notre Dame historian R. Scott Appleby, has turned seminaries into factories of conformity, begetting a generation of inflexible young priests who have no idea how to talk to real-life Catholics. Next month, after years of resistance, the American church is supposed to begin requiring that theologians teaching in Catholic universities accept a "mandatum" from their bishops, a pledge of allegiance to doctrinal orthodoxy. The American bishops fear this will stifle intellectual discussion, but the pope insists. No glasnost on his watch. Nor is the pope about to let America's uppity laity exploit the current crisis to claim a greater voice in their own affairs. The American policy on handling sexual abuse is to be dictated by Rome. And while a large majority of Catholics want leaders who mishandled marauding priests to resign, the culpability of bishops is not even on the Vatican's agenda. It now seems clear that the pope declined to let Cardinal Law resign because he feared it might give the laity the idea their opinion mattered. Cardinal Law promptly marched home and quashed efforts by restive Boston Catholics to organize an association of parish councils. How Soviet is that? What reform might mean in the church is something I leave to Catholics who care more than I do. I am what a friend calls a "collapsed Catholic" — well beyond lapsed — and therefore claim no voice in whom the church ordains or how it prays or what it chooses to call a sin. But the struggle within the church is interesting as part of a larger struggle within the human race, between the forces of tolerance and absolutism. That is a struggle that has given rise to great migrations (including the one that created this country) and great wars (including one we are fighting this moment against a most virulent strain of intolerance). The Catholic Church has not, over the centuries, been a stronghold of small-c catholic values, which my dictionary defines as "broad in sympathies, tastes, or understanding; liberal." This is, after all, the church that gave us the Crusades and the Inquisition. That seemed destined to change after the Second Vatican Council of 1962-65, which relaxed the grip of the papal apparat and elevated the importance of individual conscience. The Vatican II spirit of a more open and dynamic church invigorated American Catholic support for civil rights and other liberal causes. But it soon ran smack-dab into the sexual revolution. Probably no institution run by a fraternity of aging celibates was going to reconcile easily with a movement that embraced the equality of women, abortion on demand and gay rights. It is possible, though, to imagine a leadership that would have given it a try. In fact, Pope Paul VI indicated some interest in adopting a more lenient view of birth control, and he handpicked a committee of prominent Catholics who endorsed the idea almost by acclamation. The pope agonized, and then astonished Catholics by reaffirming the old ban. "If you want to look for where credibility on human sexuality got lost, it got lost there," said the Catholic University sociologist William D'Antonio. There is some reason to believe the man who changed that pope's mind on birth control was the Polish cardinal who would succeed him. Whether or not that is true, once Cardinal Wojtyla ascended to the papacy he adhered to the most austere, doctrinaire view of sexual ethics, and the most hierarchical concept of church governance. Implored by Catholics to consider, at least, the lifesaving power of condoms in the age of AIDS, John Paul II was unyielding. He actually grouped contraception with genocide in a litany of "intrinsically evil" acts that condemn sinners to hell for eternity. "The vast majority of Catholic married couples, that is, stand on the wrong side of the abyss with Hitler and Pol Pot," as Charles R. Morris observed in his splendid history of American Catholicism. In America most Catholics ignore the pope on this, as they do on divorce and remarriage, abortion, sex out of wedlock, homosexuality and many other things Rome condemns as violations of natural law. It seems fair to say that a church that was not so estranged from its own members on subjects of sex and gender, a more collegial church, would have handled the issue of child abuse earlier and better. There is a dwindling population of older Catholic conservatives who say, in effect, the pope's the man, love it or leave it. And there is a growing population of American Catholics who are doing just that — withdrawing tacitly from Rome while keeping the faith in their own parishes, if they happen to have accommodating clergy, or in their own hearts. Whether the church will reform, or fracture, or continue this continental drift, I have no way of knowing, but I wonder how long faith withstands such a corrosive rain of hypocrisy.
Is the Pope Catholic? by Bill Keller, May 4th 2002

 
And ooh, look, so hysterical and frantic and deranged was the hate and fear of the female that the sick-boys actually made up a whole story about us called Adam and Eve, all about how we brought evil into the perfect male world, wasn’t that sweet of them, wasn’t it imaginative, and oh the sick boys loved their story.
 
There it is in one line: You destroyed so easily God’s image, man.

The diseased freak's name was Tertullian and he had major major problems.

On the Apparel of Women

Book I

Chapter 1. Introduction. Modesty in Apparel Becoming to Women, in Memory of the Introduction of Sin into the World Through a Woman

If there dwelt upon earth a faith as great as is the reward of faith which is expected in the heavens, no one of you at all, best beloved sisters, from the time that she had first known the Lord, and learned (the truth) concerning her own (that is, woman's) condition, would have desired too gladsome (not to say too ostentatious) a style of dress; so as not rather to go about in humble garb, and rather to affect meanness of appearance, walking about as Eve mourning and repentant, in order that by every garb of penitence she might the more fully expiate that which she derives from Eve, — the ignominy, I mean, of the first sin, and the odium (attaching to her as the cause) of human perdition. In pains and in anxieties do you bear (children), woman; and toward your husband (is) your inclination, and he lords it over you. And do you not know that you are (each) an Eve? The sentence of God on this sex of yours lives in this age: the guilt must of necessity live too. You are the devil's gateway: you are the unsealer of that (forbidden) tree: you are the first deserter of the divine law: you are she who persuaded him whom the devil was not valiant enough to attack. You destroyed so easily God's image, man. On account of your desert — that is, death — even the Son of God had to die. And do you think about adorning yourself over and above your tunics of skins? Come, now; if from the beginning of the world the Milesians sheared sheep, and the Serians spun trees, and the Tyrians dyed, and the Phrygians embroidered with the needle, and the Babylonians with the loom, and pearls gleamed, and onyx-stones flashed; if gold itself also had already issued, with the cupidity (which accompanies it), from the ground; if the mirror, too, already had licence to lie so largely, Eve, expelled from paradise, (Eve) already dead, would also have coveted these things, I imagine! No more, then, ought she now to crave, or be acquainted with (if she desires to live again), what, when she was living, she had neither had nor known. Accordingly these things are all the baggage of woman in her condemned and dead state, instituted as if to swell the pomp of her funeral.

Chapter 2. The Origin of Female Ornamentation, Traced Back to the Angels Who Had Fallen.

For they, withal, who instituted them are assigned, under condemnation, to the penalty of death — those angels, to wit, who rushed from heaven on the daughters of men; so that this ignominy also attaches to woman. For when to an age much more ignorant (than ours) they had disclosed certain well-concealed material substances, and several not well-revealed scientific arts — if it is true that they had laid bare the operations of metallurgy, and had divulged the natural properties of herbs, and had promulgated the powers of enchantments, and had traced out every curious art, even to the interpretation of the stars — they conferred properly and as it were peculiarly upon women that instrumental mean of womanly ostentation, the radiances of jewels wherewith necklaces are variegated, and the circlets of gold wherewith the arms are compressed, and the medicaments of orchil with which wools are colored, and that black powder itself wherewith the eyelids and eyelashes are made prominent. What is the quality of these things may be declared meantime, even at this point, from the quality and condition of their teachers: in that sinners could never have either shown or supplied anything conducive to integrity, unlawful lovers anything conducive to chastity, renegade spirits anything conducive to the fear of God. If (these things) are to be called teachings, ill masters must of necessity have taught ill; if as wages of lust, there is nothing base of which the wages are honourable. But why was it of so much importance to show these things as well as to confer them? Was it that women, without material causes of splendour, and without ingenious contrivances of grace, could not please men, who, while still unadorned, and uncouth and — so to say — crude and rude, had moved (the mind of) angels? Or was it that the lovers would appear sordid and — through gratuitous use — contumelious, if they had conferred no (compensating) gift on the women who had been enticed into connubial connection with them? But these questions admit of no calculation. Women who possessed angels (as husbands) could desire nothing more; they had, forsooth, made a grand match! Assuredly they who, of course, did sometimes think whence they had fallen, and, after the heated impulses of their lusts, looked up toward heaven, thus requited that very excellence of women, natural beauty, as (having proved) a cause of evil, in order that their good fortune might profit them nothing; but that, being turned from simplicity and sincerity, they, together with (the angels) themselves, might become offensive to God. Sure they were that all ostentation, and ambition, and love of pleasing by carnal means, was displeasing to God. And these are the angels whom we are destined to judge: these are the angels whom in baptism we renounce: these, of course, are the reasons why they have deserved to be judged by man. What business, then, have their things with their judges? What commerce have they who are to condemn with them who are to be condemned? The same, I take it, as Christ has with Belial. With what consistency do we mount that (future) judgment-seat to pronounce sentence against those whose gifts we (now) seek after? For you too, (women as you are,) have the self-same angelic nature promised as your reward, the self-same sex as men: the self-same advancement to the dignity of judging, does (the Lord) promise you. Unless, then, we begin even here to pre-judge, by pre-condemning their things, which we are hereafter to condemn in themselves, they will rather judge and condemn us.

Chapter 3. Concerning the Genuineness of The Prophecy of Enoch.

I am aware that the Scripture of Enoch, which has assigned this order (of action) to angels, is not received by some, because it is not admitted into the Jewish canon either. I suppose they did not think that, having been published before the deluge, it could have safely survived that world-wide calamity, the abolisher of all things. If that is the reason (for rejecting it), let them recall to their memory that Noah, the survivor of the deluge, was the great-grandson of Enoch himself; and he, of course, had heard and remembered, from domestic renown and hereditary tradition, concerning his own great-grandfather's grace in the sight of God, and concerning all his preachings; since Enoch had given no other charge to Methuselah than that he should hand on the knowledge of them to his posterity. Noah therefore, no doubt, might have succeeded in the trusteeship of (his) preaching; or, had the case been otherwise, he would not have been silent alike concerning the disposition (of things) made by God, his Preserver, and concerning the particular glory of his own house.
If (Noah) had not had this (conservative power) by so short a route, there would (still) be this (consideration) to warrant our assertion of (the genuineness of) this Scripture: he could equally have renewed it, under the Spirit's inspiration, after it had been destroyed by the violence of the deluge, as, after the destruction of Jerusalem by the Babylonian storming of it, every document of the Jewish literature is generally agreed to have been restored through Ezra.
But since Enoch in the same Scripture has preached likewise concerning the Lord, nothing at all must be rejected by us which pertains to us; and we read that every Scripture suitable for edification is divinely inspired. By the Jews it may now seem to have been rejected for that (very) reason, just like all the other (portions) nearly which tell of Christ. Nor, of course, is this fact wonderful, that they did not receive some Scriptures which spoke of Him whom even in person, speaking in their presence, they were not to receive. To these considerations is added the fact that Enoch possesses a testimony in the Apostle Jude.

Chapter 4. Waiving the Question of the Authors, Tertullian Proposes to Consider the Things on Their Own Merits

Grant now that no mark of pre-condemnation has been branded on womanly pomp by the (fact of the) fate of its authors; let nothing be imputed to those angels besides their repudiation of heaven and (their) carnal marriage: let us examine the qualities of the things themselves, in order that we may detect the purposes also for which they are eagerly desired.
Female habit carries with it a twofold idea — dress and ornament. By dress we mean what they call womanly gracing; by ornament, what it is suitable should be called womanly disgracing. The former is accounted (to consist) in gold, and silver, and gems, and garments; the latter in care of the hair, and of the skin, and of those parts of the body which attract the eye. Against the one we lay the charge of ambition, against the other of prostitution; so that even from this early stage (of our discussion) you may look forward and see what, out of (all) these, is suitable, handmaid of God, to your discipline, inasmuch as you are assessed on different principles (from other women) — those, namely, of humility and chastity.

Chapter 5. Gold and Silver Not Superior in Origin or in Utility to Other Metals

Gold and silver, the principal material causes of worldly splendour, must necessarily be identical (in nature) with that out of which they have their being: (they must be) earth, that is; (which earth itself is) plainly more glorious (than they), inasmuch as it is only after it has been tearfully wrought by penal labour in the deadly laboratories of accursed mines, and there left its name of earth in the fire behind it, that, as a fugitive from the mine, it passes from torments to ornaments, from punishments to embellishments, from ignominies to honours. But iron, and brass, and other the vilest material substances, enjoy a parity of condition (with silver and gold), both as to earthly origin and metallurgic operation; in order that, in the estimation of nature, the substance of gold and of silver may be judged not a whit more noble (than theirs). But if it is from the quality of utility that gold and silver derive their glory, why, iron and brass excel them; whose usefulness is so disposed (by the Creator), that they not only discharge functions of their own more numerous and more necessary to human affairs, but do also none the less serve the turn of gold and silver, by dint of their own powers, in the service of juster causes. For not only are rings made of iron, but the memory of antiquity still preserves (the fame of) certain vessels for eating and drinking made out of brass. Let the insane plenteousness of gold and silver look to it, if it serves to make utensils even for foul purposes. At all events, neither is the field tilled by means of gold, nor the ship fastened together by the strength of silver. No mattock plunges a golden edge into the ground; no nail drives a silver point into planks. I leave unnoticed the fact that the needs of our whole life are dependent upon iron and brass; whereas those rich materials themselves, requiring both to be dug up out of mines, and needing a forging process in every use (to which they are put), are helpless without the laborious vigour of iron and brass. Already, therefore, we must judge whence it is that so high dignity accrues to gold and silver, since they get precedence over material substances which are not only cousin-german to them in point of origin, but more powerful in point of usefulness.

Chapter 6. Of Precious Stones and Pearls


But, in the next place, what am I to interpret those jewels to be which vie with gold in haughtiness, except little pebbles and stones and paltry particles of the self-same earth; but yet not necessary either for laying down foundations, or rearing party-walls, or supporting pediments, or giving density to roofs? The only edifice which they know how to rear is this silly pride of women: because they require slow rubbing that they may shine, and artful underlaying that they may show to advantage, and careful piercing that they may hang; and (because they) render to gold a mutual assistance in meretricious allurement. But whatever it is that ambition fishes up from the British or the Indian sea, it is a kind of conch not more pleasing in savour than — I do not say the oyster and the sea-snail, but — even the giant muscle. For let me add that I know conchs (which are) sweet fruits of the sea. But if that (foreign) conch suffers from some internal pustule, that ought to be regarded rather as its defect than as its glory; and although it be called pearl, still something else must be understood than some hard, round excrescence of the fish. Some say, too, that gems are culled from the foreheads of dragons, just as in the brains of fishes there is a certain stony substance. This also was wanting to the Christian woman, that she may add a grace to herself from the serpent! Is it thus that she will set her heel on the devil's head, while she heaps ornaments (taken) from his head on her own neck, or on her very head?

Chapter 7. Rarity the Only Cause Which Makes Such Things Valuable


It is only from their rarity and outlandishness that all these things possess their grace; in short, within their own native limits they are not held of so high worth. Abundance is always contumelious toward itself. There are some barbarians with whom, because gold is indigenous and plentiful, it is customary to keep (the criminals) in their convict establishments chained with gold, and to lade the wicked with riches — the more guilty, the more wealthy. At last there has really been found a way to prevent even gold from being loved! We have also seen at Rome the nobility of gems blushing in the presence of our matrons at the contemptuous usage of the Parthians and Medes, and the rest of their own fellow-countrymen, only that (their gems) are not generally worn with a view to ostentation. Emeralds lurk in their belts; and the sword (that hangs) below their bosom alone is witness to the cylindrical stones that decorate its hilt; and the massive single pearls on their boots are fain to get lifted out of the mud! In short, they carry nothing so richly gemmed as that which ought not to be gemmed if it is (either) not conspicuous, or else is conspicuous only that it may be shown to be also neglected.

Chapter 8. The Same Rule Holds with Regard to Colors. God's Creatures Generally Not to Be Used, Except for the Purposes to Which He Has Appointed Them


Similarly, too, do even the servants of those barbarians cause the glory to fade from the colors of our garments (by wearing the like); nay, even their party-walls use slightingly, to supply the place of painting, the Tyrian and the violet-colored and the grand royal hangings, which you laboriously undo and metamorphose. Purple with them is more paltry than red ochre; (and justly,) for what legitimate honour can garments derive from adulteration with illegitimate colors? That which He Himself has not produced is not pleasing to God, unless He was unable to order sheep to be born with purple and sky-blue fleeces! If He was able, then plainly He was unwilling: what God willed not, of course ought not to be fashioned. Those things, then, are not the best by nature which are not from God, the Author of nature. Thus they are understood to be from the devil, from the corrupter of nature: for there is no other whose they can be, if they are not God's; because what are not God's must necessarily be His rival's. But, beside the devil and his angels, other rival of God there is none. Again, if the material substances are of God, it does not immediately follow that such ways of enjoying them among men (are so too). It is matter for inquiry not only whence come conchs, but what sphere of embellishment is assigned them, and where it is that they exhibit their beauty. For all those profane pleasures of worldly shows — as we have already published a volume of their own about them — (ay, and) even idolatry itself, derive their material causes from the creatures of God. Yet a Christian ought not to attach himself to the frenzies of the racecourse, or the atrocities of the arena, or the turpitudes of the stage, simply because God has given to man the horse, and the panther, and the power of speech: just as a Christian cannot commit idolatry with impunity either, because the incense, and the wine, and the fire which feeds (thereon), and the animals which are made the victims, are God's workmanship; since even the material thing which is adored is God's (creature). Thus then, too, with regard to their active use, does the origin of the material substances, which descends from God, excuse (that use) as foreign to God, as guilty forsooth of worldly glory!

Chapter 9. God's Distribution Must Regulate Our Desires, Otherwise We Become the Prey of Ambition and Its Attendant Evils


For, as some particular things distributed by God over certain individual lands, and some one particular tract of sea, are mutually foreign one to the other, they are reciprocally either neglected or desired: (desired) among foreigners, as being rarities; neglected (rightly), if anywhere, among their own compatriots, because in them there is no such fervid longing for a glory which, among its own home-folk, is frigid. But, however, the rareness and outlandishness which arise out of that distribution of possessions which God has ordered as He willed, ever finding favour in the eyes of strangers, excites, from the simple fact of not having what God has made native to other places, the concupiscence of having it. Hence is educed another vice— that of immoderate having; because although, perhaps, having may be permissible, still a limit is bound (to be observed). This (second vice) will be ambition; and hence, too, its name is to be interpreted, in that from concupiscence ambient in the mind it is born, with a view to the desire of glory — a grand desire, forsooth, which (as we have said) is recommended neither by nature nor by truth, but by a vicious passion of the mind —(namely,) concupiscence. And there are other vices connected with ambition and glory. Thus they have withal enhanced the cost of things, in order that (thereby) they might add fuel to themselves also; for concupiscence becomes proportionably greater as it has set a higher value upon the thing which it has eagerly desired. From the smallest caskets is produced an ample patrimony. On a single thread is suspended a million of sesterces. One delicate neck carries about it forests and islands. The slender lobes of the ears exhaust a fortune; and the left hand, with its every finger, sports with a several money-bag. Such is the strength of ambition — (equal) to bearing on one small body, and that a woman's, the product of so copious wealth.

Book II


Chapter 1. Introduction. Modesty to Be Observed Not Only in Its Essence, But in Its Accessories

Handmaids of the living God, my fellow-servants and sisters, the right which I enjoy with you — I, the meanest [postremissimus] in that right of fellow-servantship and brotherhood — emboldens me to address to you a discourse, not, of course, of affection, but paving the way for affection in the cause of your salvation. That salvation— and not (the salvation) of women only, but likewise of men — consists in the exhibition principally of modesty. For since, by the introduction into an appropriation (in) us of the Holy Spirit, we are all the temple of God, Modesty is the sacristan and priestess of that temple, who is to suffer nothing unclean or profane to be introduced (into it), for fear that the God who inhabits it should be offended, and quite forsake the polluted abode. But on the present occasion we (are to speak) not about modesty, for the enjoining and exacting of which the divine precepts which press (upon us) on every side are sufficient; but about the matters which pertain to it, that is, the manner in which it behooves you to walk. For most women (which very thing I trust God may permit me, with a view, of course, to my own personal censure, to censure in all), either from simple ignorance or else from dissimulation, have the hardihood so to walk as if modesty consisted only in the (bare) integrity of the flesh, and in turning away from (actual) fornication; and there were no need for anything extrinsic to boot — in the matter (I mean) of the arrangement of dress and ornament, the studied graces of form and brilliance:— wearing in their gait the self-same appearance as the women of the nations, from whom the sense of true modesty is absent, because in those who know not God, the Guardian and Master of truth, there is nothing true. For if any modesty can be believed (to exist) in Gentiles, it is plain that it must be imperfect and undisciplined to such a degree that, although it be actively tenacious of itself in the mind up to a certain point, it yet allows itself to relax into licentious extravagances of attire; just in accordance with Gentile perversity, in craving after that of which it carefully shuns the effect. How many a one, in short, is there who does not earnestly desire even to look pleasing to strangers? Who does not on that very account take care to have herself painted out, and denies that she has (ever) been an object of (carnal) appetite? And yet, granting that even this is a practice familiar to Gentile modesty — (namely,) not actually to commit the sin, but still to be willing to do so; or even not to be willing, yet still not quite to refuse — what wonder? For all things which are not God's are perverse. Let those women therefore look to it, who, by not holding fast the whole good, easily mingle with evil even what they do hold fast. Necessary it is that you turn aside from them, as in all other things, so also in your gait; since you ought to be perfect, as (is) your Father who is in the heavens.

Chapter 2. Perfect Modesty Will Abstain from Whatever Tends to Sin, as Well as from Sin Itself. Difference Between Trust and Presumption. If Secure Ourselves, We Must Not Put Temptation in the Way of Others. We Must Love Our Neighbour as Ourself


You must know that in the eye of perfect, that is, Christian, modesty, (carnal) desire of one's self (on the part of others) is not only not to be desired, but even execrated, by you: first, because the study of making personal grace (which we know to be naturally the inviter of lust) a mean of pleasing does not spring from a sound conscience: why therefore excite toward yourself that evil (passion)? Why invite (that) to which you profess yourself a stranger? Secondly, because we ought not to open a way to temptations, which, by their instancy, sometimes achieve (a wickedness) which God expels from them who are His; (or,) at all events, put the spirit into a thorough tumult by (presenting) a stumbling-block (to it). We ought indeed to walk so holily, and with so entire substantiality of faith, as to be confident and secure in regard of our own conscience, desiring that that (gift) may abide in us to the end, yet not presuming (that it will). For he who presumes feels less apprehension; he who feels less apprehension takes less precaution; he who takes less precaution runs more risk. Fear is the foundation of salvation; presumption is an impediment to fear. More useful, then, is it to apprehend that we may possibly fail, than to presume that we cannot; for apprehending will lead us to fear, fearing to caution, and caution to salvation. On the other hand, if we presume, there will be neither fear nor caution to save us. He who acts securely, and not at the same time warily, possesses no safe and firm security; whereas he who is wary will be truly able to be secure. For His own servants, may the Lord by His mercy take care that to them it may be lawful even to presume on His goodness! But why are we a (source of) danger to our neighbour? Why do we import concupiscence into our neighbour? Which concupiscence, if God, in amplifying the law, do not dissociate in (the way of) penalty from the actual commission of fornication, I know not whether He allows impunity to him who has been the cause of perdition to some other. For that other, as soon as he has felt concupiscence after your beauty, and has mentally already committed (the deed) which his concupiscence pointed to, perishes; and you have been made the sword which destroys him: so that, albeit you be free from the (actual) crime, you are not free from the odium (attaching to it); as, when a robbery has been committed on some man's estate, the (actual) crime indeed will not be laid to the owner's charge, while yet the domain is branded with ignominy, (and) the owner himself aspersed with the infamy. Are we to paint ourselves out that our neighbours may perish? Where, then, is (the command), You shall love your neighbour as yourself? Care not merely about your own (things), but (about your) neighbour's? No enunciation of the Holy Spirit ought to be (confined) to the subject immediately in hand merely, and not applied and carried out with a view to every occasion to which its application is useful. Since, therefore, both our own interest and that of others is implicated in the studious pursuit of most perilous (outward) comeliness, it is time for you to know that not merely must the pageantry of fictitious and elaborate beauty be rejected by you; but that of even natural grace must be obliterated by concealment and negligence, as equally dangerous to the glances of (the beholder's) eyes. For, albeit comeliness is not to be censured, as being a bodily happiness, as being an additional outlay of the divine plastic art, as being a kind of goodly garment of the soul; yet it is to be feared, just on account of the injuriousness and violence of suitors: which (injuriousness and violence) even the father of the faith, Abraham, greatly feared in regard of his own wife's grace; and Isaac, by falsely representing Rebecca as his sister, purchased safety by insult!

Chapter 3. Grant that Beauty Be Not to Be Feared: Still It is to Be Shunned as Unnecessary and Vainglorious


Let it now be granted that excellence of form be not to be feared, as neither troublesome to its possessors, nor destructive to its desirers, nor perilous to its compartners; let it be thought (to be) not exposed to temptations, not surrounded by stumbling-blocks: it is enough that to angels of God it is not necessary. For, where modesty is, there beauty is idle; because properly the use and fruit of beauty is voluptuousness, unless any one thinks that there is some other harvest for bodily grace to reap. Are women who think that, in furnishing to their neighbour that which is demanded of beauty, they are furnishing it to themselves also, to augment that (beauty) when (naturally) given them, and to strive after it when not (thus) given? Some one will say, Why, then, if voluptuousness be shut out and chastity let in, may (we) not enjoy the praise of beauty alone, and glory in a bodily good? Let whoever finds pleasure in glorying in the flesh see to that. To us in the first place, there is no studious pursuit of glory, because glory is the essence of exaltation. Now exaltation is incongruous for professors of humility according to God's precepts. Secondly, if all glory is vain and insensate, how much more (glory) in the flesh, especially to us? For even if glorying is (allowable), we ought to wish our sphere of pleasing to lie in the graces of the Spirit, not in the flesh; because we are suitors of things spiritual. In those things wherein our sphere of labour lies, let our joy lie. From the sources whence we hope for salvation, let us cull our glory. Plainly, a Christian will glory even in the flesh; but (it will be) when it has endured laceration for Christ's sake, in order that the spirit may be crowned in it, not in order that it may draw the eyes and sighs of youths after it. Thus (a thing) which, from whatever point you look at it, is in your case superfluous, you may justly disdain if you have it not, and neglect if you have. Let a holy woman, if naturally beautiful, give none so great occasion (for carnal appetite). Certainly, if even she be so, she ought not to set off (her beauty), but even to obscure it.

Chapter 4. Concerning the Plea of Pleasing the Husband.

As if I were speaking to Gentiles, addressing you with a Gentile precept, and (one which is) common to all, (I would say,) You are bound to please your husbands only. But you will please them in proportion as you take no care to please others. Be without carefulness, blessed (sisters): no wife is ugly to her own husband. She pleased him enough when she was selected (by him as his wife); whether commended by form or by character. Let none of you think that, if she abstain from the care of her person, she will incur the hatred and aversion of husbands. Every husband is the exactor of chastity; but beauty, a believing (husband) does not require, because we are not captivated by the same graces which the Gentiles think (to be) graces: an unbelieving one, on the other hand, even regards with suspicion, just from that infamous opinion of us which the Gentiles have. For whom, then, is it that you cherish your beauty? If for a believer, he does not exact it: if for an unbeliever, he does not believe in it unless it be artless. Why are you eager to please either one who is suspicious, or else one who desires it not?

Chapter 5. Some Refinements in Dress and Personal Appearance Lawful, Some Unlawful. Pigments Come Under the Latter Head

These suggestions are not made to you, of course, to be developed into an entire crudity and wildness of appearance; nor are we seeking to persuade you of the good of squalor and slovenliness; but of the limit and norm and just measure of cultivation of the person. There must be no overstepping of that line to which simple and sufficient refinements limit their desires — that line which is pleasing to God. For they who rub their skin with medicaments, stain their cheeks with rouge, make their eyes prominent with antimony, sin against Him . To them, I suppose, the plastic skill of God is displeasing! In their own persons, I suppose, they convict, they censure, the Artificer of all things! For censure they do when they amend, when they add to, (His work;) taking these their additions, of course, from the adversary artificer. That adversary artificer is the devil. For who would show the way to change the body, but he who by wickedness transfigured man's spirit? He it is, undoubtedly, who adapted ingenious devices of this kind; that in your persons it may be apparent that you, in a certain sense, do violence to God. Whatever is born is the work of God. Whatever, then, is plastered on (that), is the devil's work. To superinduce on a divine work Satan's ingenuities, how criminal is it! Our servants borrow nothing from our personal enemies: soldiers eagerly desire nothing from the foes of their own general; for, to demand for (your own) use anything from the adversary of Him in whose hand you are, is a transgression. Shall a Christian be assisted in anything by that evil one? (If he do,) I know not whether this name (of Christian) will continue (to belong) to him; for he will be his in whose lore he eagerly desires to be instructed. But how alien from your schoolings and professions are (these things)! How unworthy the Christian name, to wear a fictitious face, (you,) on whom simplicity in every form is enjoined!— to lie in your appearance, (you,) to whom (lying) with the tongue is not lawful!— to seek after what is another's, (you,) to whom is delivered (the precept of) abstinence from what is another's!— to practise adultery in your mien, (you,) who make modesty your study! Think, blessed (sisters), how will you keep God's precepts if you shall not keep in your own persons His lineaments?

Chapter 6. Of Dyeing the Hair

I see some (women) turn (the color of) their hair with saffron. They are ashamed even of their own nation, (ashamed) that their procreation did not assign them to Germany and to Gaul: thus, as it is, they transfer their hair (there)! Ill, ay, most ill, do they augur for themselves with their flame-colored head, and think that graceful which (in fact) they are polluting! Nay, moreover, the force of the cosmetics burns ruin into the hair; and the constant application of even any undrugged moisture, lays up a store of harm for the head; while the sun's warmth, too, so desirable for imparting to the hair at once growth and dryness, is hurtful. What grace is compatible with injury? What beauty with impurities? Shall a Christian woman heap saffron on her head, as upon an altar? For, whatever is wont to be burned to the honour of the unclean spirit, that — unless it is applied for honest, and necessary, and salutary uses, for which God's creature was provided — may seem to be a sacrifice. But, however, God says, Which of you can make a white hair black, or out of a black a white? And so they refute the Lord! Behold! say they, instead of white or black, we make it yellow — more winning in grace. And yet such as repent of having lived to old age do attempt to change it even from white to black! O temerity! The age which is the object of our wishes and prayers blushes (for itself)! A theft is effected! Youth, wherein we have sinned, is sighed after! The opportunity of sobriety is spoiled! Far from Wisdom's daughters be folly so great! The more old age tries to conceal itself, the more will it be detected. Here is a veritable eternity, in the (perennial) youth of your head! Here we have an incorruptibility to put on, with a view to the new house of the Lord which the divine monarchy promises! Well do you speed toward the Lord; well do you hasten to be quit of this most iniquitous world, to whom it is unsightly to approach (your own) end!

Chapter 7. Of Elaborate Dressing of the Hair in Other Ways, and Its Bearing Upon Salvation


What service, again, does all the labour spent in arranging the hair render to salvation? Why is no rest allowed to your hair, which must now be bound, now loosed, now cultivated, now thinned out? Some are anxious to force their hair into curls, some to let it hang loose and flying; not with good simplicity: beside which, you affix I know not what enormities of subtle and textile perukes; now, after the manner of a helmet of undressed hide, as it were a sheath for the head and a covering for the crown; now, a mass (drawn) backward toward the neck. The wonder is, that there is no (open) contending against the Lord's prescripts! It has been pronounced that no one can add to his own stature. You, however, do add to your weight some kind of rolls, or shield-bosses, to be piled upon your necks! If you feel no shame at the enormity, feel some at the pollution; for fear you may be fitting on a holy and Christian head the slough of some one else's head, unclean perchance, guilty perchance and destined to hell. Nay, rather banish quite away from your free head all this slavery of ornamentation. In vain do you labour to seem adorned: in vain do you call in the aid of all the most skilful manufacturers of false hair. God bids you be veiled. I believe (He does so) for fear the heads of some should be seen! And oh that in that day of Christian exultation, I, most miserable (as I am), may elevate my head, even though below (the level of) your heels! I shall (then) see whether you will rise with (your) ceruse and rouge and saffron, and in all that parade of headgear: whether it will be women thus tricked out whom the angels carry up to meet Christ in the air! If these (decorations) are now good, and of God, they will then also present themselves to the rising bodies, and will recognise their several places. But nothing can rise except flesh and spirit sole and pure. Whatever, therefore, does not rise in (the form of) spirit and flesh is condemned, because it is not of God. From things which are condemned abstain, even at the present day. At the present day let God see you such as He will see you then.

Chapter 8. Men Not Excluded from These Remarks on Personal Adornment


Of course, now, I, a man, as being envious of women, am banishing them quite from their own (domains). Are there, in our case too, some things which, in respect of the sobriety we are to maintain on account of the fear due to God, are disallowed? If it is true, (as it is,) that in men, for the sake of women (just as in women for the sake of men), there is implanted, by a defect of nature, the will to please; and if this sex of ours acknowledges to itself deceptive trickeries of form peculiarly its own —(such as) to cut the beard too sharply; to pluck it out here and there; to shave round about (the mouth); to arrange the hair, and disguise its hoariness by dyes; to remove all the incipient down all over the body; to fix (each particular hair) in its place with (some) womanly pigment; to smooth all the rest of the body by the aid of some rough powder or other: then, further, to take every opportunity for consulting the mirror; to gaze anxiously into it:— while yet, when (once) the knowledge of God has put an end to all wish to please by means of voluptuous attraction, all these things are rejected as frivolous, as hostile to modesty. For where God is, there modesty is; there is sobriety her assistant and ally. How, then, shall we practise modesty without her instrumental mean, that is, without sobriety? How, moreover, shall we bring sobriety to bear on the discharge of (the functions of) modesty, unless seriousness in appearance and in countenance, and in the general aspect of the entire man, mark our carriage?

Chapter 9. Excess in Dress, as Well as in Personal Culture, to Be Shunned. Arguments Drawn from I Cor. VII.


Wherefore, with regard to clothing also, and all the remaining lumber of your self-elaboration, the like pruning off and retrenchment of too redundant splendour must be the object of your care. For what boots it to exhibit in your face temperance and unaffectedness, and a simplicity altogether worthy of the divine discipline, but to invest all the other parts of the body with the luxurious absurdities of pomps and delicacies? How intimate is the connection which these pomps have with the business of voluptuousness, and how they interfere with modesty, is easily discernible from the fact that it is by the allied aid of dress that they prostitute the grace of personal comeliness: so plain is it that if (the pomps) be wanting, they render (that grace) bootless and thankless, as if it were disarmed and wrecked. On the other hand, if natural beauty fails, the supporting aid of outward embellishment supplies a grace, as it were, from its own inherent power. Those times of life, in fact, which are at last blessed with quiet and withdrawn into the harbour of modesty, the splendour and dignity of dress lure away (from that rest and that harbour), and disquiet seriousness by seductions of appetite, which compensate for the chill of age by the provocative charms of apparel. First, then, blessed (sisters), (take heed) that you admit not to your use meretricious and prostitutionary garbs and garments: and, in the next place, if there are any of you whom the exigencies of riches, or birth, or past dignities, compel to appear in public so gorgeously arrayed as not to appear to have attained wisdom, take heed to temper an evil of this kind; lest, under the pretext of necessity, you give the rein without stint to the indulgence of licence. For how will you be able to fulfil (the requirements of) humility, which our (school) profess, if you do not keep within bounds the enjoyment of your riches and elegancies, which tend so much to glory? Now it has ever been the wont of glory to exalt, not to humble. Why, shall we not use what is our own? Who prohibits your using it? Yet (it must be) in accordance with the apostle, who warns us to use this world as if we abuse it not; for the fashion of this world is passing away. And they who buy are so to act as if they possessed not. Why so? Because he had laid down the premiss, saying, The time is wound up. If, then he shows plainly that even wives themselves are so to be had as if they be not had, on account of the straits of the times, what would be his sentiments about these vain appliances of theirs? Why, are there not many, withal, who so do, and seal themselves up to eunuchhood for the sake of the kingdom of God, spontaneously relinquishing a pleasure so honourable, and (as we know) permitted? Are there not some who prohibit to themselves (the use of) the very creature of God, abstaining from wine and animal food, the enjoyments of which border upon no peril or solicitude; but they sacrifice to God the humility of their soul even in the chastened use of food? Sufficiently, therefore, have you, too, used your riches and your delicacies; sufficiently have you cut down the fruits of your dowries, before (receiving) the knowledge of saving disciplines. We are they upon whom the ends of the ages have met, having ended their course. We have been predestined by God, before the world was, (to arise) in the extreme end of the times. And so we are trained by God for the purpose of chastising, and (so to say) emasculating, the world. We are the circumcision — spiritual and carnal — of all things; for both in the spirit and in the flesh we circumcise worldly principles.

Chapter 10. Tertullian Refers Again to the Question of the Origin of All These Ornaments and Embellishments.


It was God, no doubt, who showed the way to dye wools with the juices of herbs and the humours of conchs! It had escaped Him, when He was bidding the universe to come into being, to issue a command for (the production of) purple and scarlet sheep! It was God, too, who devised by careful thought the manufactures of those very garments which, light and thin (in themselves), were to be heavy in price alone; God who produced such grand implements of gold for confining or parting the hair; God who introduced (the fashion of) finely-cut wounds for the ears, and set so high a value upon the tormenting of His own work and the tortures of innocent infancy, learning to suffer with its earliest breath, in order that from those scars of the body — born for the steel!— should hang I know not what (precious) grains, which, as we may plainly see, the Parthians insert, in place of studs, upon their very shoes! And yet even the gold itself, the glory of which carries you away, serves a certain race (so Gentile literature tells us) for chains! So true is it that it is not intrinsic worth, but rarity, which constitutes the goodness (of these things): the excessive labour, moreover, of working them with arts introduced by the means of the sinful angels, who were the revealers withal of the material substances themselves, joined with their rarity, excited their costliness, and hence a lust on the part of women to possess (that) costliness. But, if the self-same angels who disclosed both the material substances of this kind and their charms — of gold, I mean, and lustrous stones — and taught men how to work them, and by and by instructed them, among their other (instructions), in (the virtues of) eyelid-powder and the dyeings of fleeces, have been condemned by God, as Enoch tells us, how shall we please God while we joy in the things of those (angels) who, on these accounts, have provoked the anger and the vengeance of God?
Now, granting that God did foresee these things; that God permitted them; that Esaias finds fault with no garment of purple, represses no coil, reprobates no crescent-shaped neck ornaments; still let us not, as the Gentiles do, flatter ourselves with thinking that God is merely a Creator, not likewise a Downlooker on His own creatures. For how far more usefully and cautiously shall we act, if we hazard the presumption that all these things were indeed provided at the beginning and placed in the world by God, in order that there should now be means of putting to the proof the discipline of His servants, in order that the licence of using should be the means whereby the experimental trials of continence should be conducted? Do not wise heads of families purposely offer and permit some things to their servants in order to try whether and how they will use the things thus permitted; whether (they will do so) with honesty, or with moderation? But how far more praiseworthy (the servant) who abstains entirely; who has a wholesome fear even of his lord's indulgence! Thus, therefore, the apostle too: All things, says he, are lawful, but not all are expedient. How much more easily will he fear what is unlawful who has a reverent dread of what is lawful?

Chapter 11. Christian Women, Further, Have Not the Same Causes for Appearing in Public, and Hence for Dressing in Fine Array as Gentiles. On the Contrary, Their Appearance Should Always Distinguish Them from Such


Moreover, what causes have you for appearing in public in excessive grandeur, removed as you are from the occasions which call for such exhibitions? For you neither make the circuit of the temples, nor demand (to be present at) public shows, nor have any acquaintance with the holy days of the Gentiles. Now it is for the sake of all these public gatherings, and of much seeing and being seen, that all pomps (of dress) are exhibited before the public eye; either for the purpose of transacting the trade of voluptuousness, or else of inflating glory. You, however, have no cause of appearing in public, except such as is serious. Either some brother who is sick is visited, or else the sacrifice is offered, or else the word of God is dispensed. Whichever of these you like to name is a business of sobriety and sanctity, requiring no extraordinary attire, with (studious) arrangement and (wanton) negligence. And if the requirements of Gentile friendships and of kindly offices call you, why not go forth clad in your own armour; (and) all the more, in that (you have to go) to such as are strangers to the faith? So that between the handmaids of God and of the devil there may be a difference; so that you may be an example to them, and they may be edified in you; so that (as the apostle says) God may be magnified in your body. But magnified He is in the body through modesty: of course, too, through attire suitable to modesty. Well, but it is urged by some, Let not the Name be blasphemed in us, if we make any derogatory change from our old style and dress. Let us, then, not abolish our old vices! let us maintain the same character, if we must maintain the same appearance (as before); and then truly the nations will not blaspheme! A grand blasphemy is that by which it is said, Ever since she became a Christian, she walks in poorer garb! Will you fear to appear poorer, from the time that you have been made more wealthy; and fouler, from the time when you have been made more clean? Is it according to the decree of Gentiles, or according to the decree of God, that it becomes Christians to walk?

Chapter 12. Such Outward Adornments Meretricious, and Therefore Unsuitable to Modest Women


Let us only wish that we may be no cause for just blasphemy! But how much more provocative of blasphemy is it that you, who are called modesty's priestesses, should appear in public decked and painted out after the manner of the immodest? Else, (if you so do,) what inferiority would the poor unhappy victims of the public lusts have (beneath you)? Whom, albeit some laws were (formerly) wont to restrain them from (the use of) matrimonial and matronly decorations, now, at all events, the daily increasing depravity of the age has raised so nearly to an equality with all the most honourable women, that the difficulty is to distinguish them. And yet, even the Scriptures suggest (to us the reflection), that meretricious attractivenesses of form are invariably conjoined with and appropriate to bodily prostitution. That powerful state which presides over the seven mountains and very many waters, has merited from the Lord the appellation of a prostitute. But what kind of garb is the instrumental mean of her comparison with that appellation? She sits, to be sure, in purple, and scarlet, and gold, and precious stone. How accursed are the things without (the aid of) which an accursed prostitute could not have been described! It was the fact that Thamar had painted out and adorned herself that led Judah to regard her as a harlot, and thus, because she was hidden beneath her veil,— the quality of her garb belying her as if she had been a harlot — he judged (her to be one), and addressed and bargained with (her as such). Whence we gather an additional confirmation of the lesson, that provision must be made in every way against all immodest associations and suspicions. For why is the integrity of a chaste mind defiled by its neighbour's suspicion? Why is a thing from which I am averse hoped for in me? Why does not my garb pre-announce my character, to prevent my spirit from being wounded by shamelessness through (the channel of) my ears? Grant that it be lawful to assume the appearance of a modest woman: to assume that of an immodest is, at all events, not lawful.

Chapter 13. It is Not Enough that God Know Us to Be Chaste: We Must Seem So Before Men. Especially in These Times of Persecution We Must Inure Our Bodies to the Hardships Which They May Not Improbably Be Called to Suffer


Perhaps some (woman) will say: To me it is not necessary to be approved by men; for I do not require the testimony of men: God is the inspector of the heart. (That) we all know; provided, however, we remember what the same (God) has said through the apostle: Let your probity appear before men. For what purpose, except that malice may have no access at all to you, or that you may be an example and testimony to the evil? Else, what is (that): Let your works shine? Why, moreover, does the Lord call us the light of the world; why has He compared us to a city built upon a mountain; if we do not shine in (the midst of) darkness, and stand eminent amid them who are sunk down? If you hide your lamp beneath a bushel, you must necessarily be left quite in darkness, and be run against by many. The things which make us luminaries of the world are these — our good works. What is good, moreover, provided it be true and full, loves not darkness: it joys in being seen, and exults over the very pointings which are made at it. To Christian modesty it is not enough to be so, but to seem so too. For so great ought its plenitude to be, that it may flow out from the mind to the garb, and burst out from the conscience to the outward appearance; so that even from the outside it may gaze, as it were, upon its own furniture, — (a furniture) such as to be suited to retain faith as its inmate perpetually. For such delicacies as tend by their softness and effeminacy to unman the manliness of faith are to be discarded. Otherwise, I know not whether the wrist that has been wont to be surrounded with the palmleaf-like bracelet will endure till it grow into the numb hardness of its own chain! I know not whether the leg that has rejoiced in the anklet will suffer itself to be squeezed into the gyve! I fear the neck, beset with pearl and emerald nooses, will give no room to the broadsword! Wherefore, blessed (sisters), let us meditate on hardships, and we shall not feel them; let us abandon luxuries, and we shall not regret them. Let us stand ready to endure every violence, having nothing which we may fear to leave behind. It is these things which are the bonds which retard our hope. Let us cast away earthly ornaments if we desire heavenly. Love not gold; in which (one substance) are branded all the sins of the people of Israel. You ought to hate what ruined your fathers; what was adored by them who were forsaking God. Even then (we find) gold is food for the fire. But Christians always, and now more than ever, pass their times not in gold but in iron: the stoles of martyrdom are (now) preparing: the angels who are to carry us are (now) being awaited! Go forth (to meet them) already arrayed in the cosmetics and ornaments of prophets and apostles; drawing your whiteness from simplicity, your ruddy hue from modesty; painting your eyes with bashfulness, and your mouth with silence; implanting in your ears the words of God; fitting on your necks the yoke of Christ. Submit your head to your husbands, and you will be enough adorned. Busy your hands with spinning; keep your feet at home; and you will please better than (by arraying yourselves) in gold. Clothe yourselves with the silk of uprightness, the fine linen of holiness, the purple of modesty. Thus painted, you will have God as your Lover!
 
Despite this evil monkey-puke he found he could love she.  Love evil incarnate?  Naturally he became twisted as a corkscrew.
 
And so some bloody subhuman psychosexual cripple comes beating its chest and howling and demanding my injury and destruction and they can’t do enough it, all the other dirty smelly psycho-sexual cripples, the freaks who think women are owned by men, who think it’s ridiculous to say my body is my property.  How can that be the fucking case when  a smelly twisted deformed psychopathic monkey wants to injure my body,  look them, all, freaks, savages, nutter, dirty, squalid obscene. Some sly cowardly slimy dirty cockroach that doesn’t dare to show its face in public, a creature of filth and squalor and sickness, an animal that hates love and mind, hates anything clean, open, honest, upright, that crawls around in filth and squalor and sickness lying and whining and pulling strings, a creature beneath contempt demands I be injured and destroyed and you can’t fucking do enough for it, can you, fucking fall over your filthy twisted dirty animal selves to please it;

Filth and evil and sickness and foulness and dirty dirty dirty dirty little brutes love other filth and evil and sickness and foulness and dirt, the more squalid, sordid, repulsive, filthy, contemptible the better.

I have been crippled.  I might as well be saying I've torn a fingernail for all anyone cares.
 
A mad vile repulsive cavorting animal incapable of seeing me as an autonomous adult human being equal in rights: not a problem, normal.  Nothing untoward has happened, nothing anyone need bother to notice.  Certainly no-one need bother to fucking help and support me, that would so upset pervert freaks, Broadmoor cases, pure perverts who think my will should be broken and I should know only the will of my masters, accord with them that democracy is a silly irrelevant joke, accord with them that I should be assaulted, crippled, that I deserve punishment, creatures who should either confine their kinks to behind closed doors between consenting adults or be sectioned.  Freak sick grotesque Boden thinks it has to be obeyed.  Laugh in the fucking mad animal’s sick pig face.

And of course the sick-girls, cunt smelly twisted  criminal vermin like Yong, D’Sa, Kyriakou, smelly offal like Boden, Fenton, Plucinski, Saunders, McGuckin, dirty little animals, sickies,  sickie freaks,  dirty filthy sickening obscene animals, smelly apes, who think women are decided for, think the brutalization of a woman’s body is normal.  Criminals to whom the law means nothing, to whom democracy is a joke, who assume arbitrary unaccountable  and so criminal power can be inflicted on me and that’s normal.  Justt not capable am I of being able to decide I need to be able to walk properly and to run, need to be able to go hiking, need to be able to carry out the activities of daily living with ease.  They of course are special cases, but an ordinary woman like me is obviously a sack of potatoes to be thrown around at will, a punchbag for sick-boys, my mind a joke
 
Well, I mean, everyone sick fuck slobbering filthy animal goes along with it, Parker, Johnson, Cameron, Brown, Blair, cunt filth scum
 
Just underpin it, underwrite it, rubber-stamped by government, all approved of, the way ahead, a woman’s body is a punchbag for psychosexual cripples, deformed inadequates, a  woman’s mind is joke, no-one is going to bother to pay any attention to anything a woman says, of course democracy is to be dismissed out of hand, of course there is no rule of law, of course I’m just a stupid wilful evil disobedient little slave-girl to be thrown on the scrapheap, of course there is nothing good to be said for me, no possibility of supporting me, helping me, of course I  fucking deserved to have my spinal fusion abused and be crippled, you, ape, sick-boy, Cameron, what’s your fucking problem, public school sick-boy who thinks women are toys, ornaments.  Let it all hang out, sick-boys, tell the whole country, sick-boy Johnson, sick-boy Cummings, come on, tell everyone, no need to pay any attention to a woman, going hiking, being educated, rational, intelligent, it’s all a joke to sick-boys, pretending to be a man. 
 
As an adult human being I am intellectually, emotionally, physically and sexually autonomous, in charge of myself, I fucking decide what I think,, what I read, what I write, what I say, decided which mountains I was desirous of climbing until subhuman vermin who go untouched took over my body, decided they could tell me who and what I am , what I may do, what I may  say, what I may be, of what I am capable,  whether I may  walk properly and run, whether I may go hiking.  It’s not naice you see, fat smelly animals think it itn’t naisce, a woman mustn’t do that, mustn’t be independent in any way, that is CONTRARY TO GOD’S HOLY WORD.  Hey fatarse smelly, you go hiking in the
Highlands you dirty smelly old animal, get the obscene lard off you filthy lazy old fatarse, look at the dirty old fatarse stuffing its stupid fat face with buns, fatarse doesn’t think exercise is naice, fat smelly pig doesn’t think being able to read a map and use a compass is naice, look at the smelly old pig, look at the filthy old animal   smelly dirty filthy old fatarse, evil smelly old fatarse, dirty sick smelly old fatarse can’t keep its dirty infected claws out of other people, dirty old fatarse thinks it has a right to force its dirty animal self on me, smelly old fatarse assumes it can butcher my body and wreck my life because dirty smelly old fatarse belongs in fucking Broadmoor, 

We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal
 
Over himself, over his own body and mind, the individual is sovereign.
 
It took until 1968  for all women, for herself, to finally to be free of these sick-boy monsters, and what does government do, hang on thelr every fucking word.  Look at theis grotesque animal Boden, an animal, impervious to all fact, reason, morality, unreachable by human means, cum running down its legs as it gets off in equal measure on how obedient it is and how it wields unaccountable and so criminal absolute power over its master’s victims, oh it’s such an important sick cunt.
 
This complete mutant Linch, what planet does it live on?  What else does the dirty smelly old animal believe that the goods mustn’t be used, soiled, no prospective owner is going to want second-hand goods, women must remain virgins until married, until ownership of the property has changed hands. That I should be bothered by fucking savages in the bloody C21st. Why does it freak you, savages, nut-jobs. Come on, freak, how do you fucking come to say what I may do in bed with whom?

That these dirty grotesque freaks monsters were allowed anywhere near me, allowed to touch my body, just left to go on assaulting me while human obscenity, mad sick evil subhuman vermin sat back and fucking watched, refused to interfere even when I became crippled, refused to get me out of there, just left me to be butchered and destroyed. 
So much for MI fucking 5.
 
No, there are no words bad enough for you vermin.
 
Female genital mutilation parties widespread in England, warns charity Ananya Roy
13 December 2016
 
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A Leeds-based charity in England has warned against female genital mutilation parties or "FGM parties" taking place in cities across the country, with midwives capable of doing the circumcision being flown in from African countries.
Despite the practice being illegal in the country, it is widespread and girls are being subjected to circumcision at these so-called parties, The Black Health Initiative added. Birmingham, Bristol, London and Manchester are among the areas in England with the highest number of recorded FGM victims, the BBC reported.
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Heather Nelson, Chief Executive of the charity, said that they recently stopped two such parties from taking place in the country. She added that in the past girls were taken aboard for circumcision because it was illegal in England, but the practice is being carried out secretly within the country now.
"What we're finding now is that where once girls were taken abroad to be cut, specialist midwives are now flown over and several girls are cut at the same time, which then leads to a celebration," she was quoted by the broadcaster as saying.
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She added: "People will say why don't you call the police if you hear about one of these parties? But when you call the police you find that not every officer has an awareness of what FGM is."
However, West Yorkshire Police said they were aware women and girls in Yorkshire had been subjected to the illegal procedure, but they had no "specific intelligence" about FGM "parties" taking place in the country. An official reportedly assured that the force is doing its best to tackle the issue.
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Heather Nelson

Although there is no specific data on the number of FGM victims in England, a study by the City University of London published in 2015 estimated that close to 137,000 women have undergone the painful procedure in England and Wales. The procedure includes cutting a part or the entire female external genitalia, which at times leads to infection and other fatal consequences.
According to NHS Digital data, collected since April 2015, about 8,718 women were identified as FGM victims, of which 68 said the procedure was carried out in the UK. Under UK laws, those found guilty of performing or supporting FGM could be jailed for up to 14 years.
However, a recent Home Affairs Select Committee report alleged that it was a "national scandal" that no individual in the UK had so far been prosecuted for a FGM offence.
 
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Aw, isn’t that sweet, it’s traditional.  What’s  it matter if girls have their clitorises cut off, their labia seen up, it’s their kulcher, innit.  Can’t interfere with no-one’s kulcher, that really is evil.
 
The sick-boy joke sick animal Left gets on its high horse about a prize cow like the Begum creature being deprived of its citizenship but cheerfully ignores the number of British girls wholly at the mercy of their sick animal communities  enjoying no protection from British law whatever, might as well be in Africa or Pakistan, who have committed the serious  crime of being female. 
 

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