So you're happy now

Just wondering about these creatures.  Did they ever have any pets?  Have they watched a bitch giving birth or cleaned out a hamster cage? Strange thing to think.  They did go to school, they are health professionals.  I think we can assume they know the mechanism of mammalian fertilization.   It’s not that.  Something to do with their being zombies, android, mongol metal mechanical monkeys.  Unconnected.  To life. 
 
Since ‘God’ notably failed to inform us about quarks, relativity, computers, dinosaurs, geological strata, the changes to the continents over time,  genes, how valuable that black stuff called oil you can find if you drill deep would prove to be, antibiotics, viruses, the mechanism of mammalian fertilization and the consequent development of the foetus or foeti, how to build an internal combustion engine evolution, cell division,  black holes, other universes, we can safely say these are the voices of men.
 
Or God is not omniscient but limited in space-time like the rest of us, which rather spoils the fun.
 
“I think I’ll choose the Jews to receive my teachings.”
 
“Oh dear, well look if I impregnate this nice Jewish lass Mariam, to generate an entity who is both man and god, he’ll explain things to them.  Of course they’ll kill him, but that’s all right, he’ll reign in heaven afterwards.”
 
“The Jews just don’t seem to get it, try someone else, an Arab.”
 
You believe this drivel?
 
We’re all supposed to be governed by the fantasies of the mad, the absolute intellectual and moral corruption of evil vicious old men.  Like the citizens of any other fascist state we’re supposed to accept unquestioningly an infrastructure of pure garbage and filth.  The teachings of Jesus are of course to be perverted to accommodate fascism and bestiality.  The entire infrastructure is to be composed not of the norms of the democracy but of the corrupt filth of the Vatican, though which an intelligent ten-year could see, or at any rate an Oxford-educated barrister.  Surely the law trains one to pick holes in the most convoluted and superficially plausible narratives. Maybe we’re all the victims of an incapacity to spell and Blair is actually a barista.
 
What is a witch?  A witch is a strong and learned woman.  They didn’t like us then and they don’t like us now.
 
So we have creatures screaming I’m a witch, a whore, evil.  Nobody laughs in their filthy insolent mad animal faces.  People call them holy because they’re always praying to themselves, bolstering their sickness and disease by insisting it’s God’s will.  These creatures are not to be countered in any way.  Reality is not to be forced on them.  They are not to be told to accept the norms and nature of the society in which they swell.
 
No no, that society has to abandon its norms and nature to accommodate them. 
 
Self-psyching military training does it, tennis coaching does it, people do it when they go to the gym.  I can and I will. 
 
In the cases of these obscene squirming foul diseased bags of shit, they are convincing themselves that they are nothing, filled with ‘God’s Will’, and it is ‘God’s Will’ that they be vile, depraved, vicious, ignorant, psychopathic, Since it is ‘God’s  Will, it is unthinkable to be any different; that would be evil.
 
And of course they’ve never been taught to tell the truth, any of them. The headless chicken show, all running around propelled by malice, ignorance, self-interest, hysteria, and that’s just the doctors.
These creatures must not be challenged.  They will throw’ themselves around and beat their fists on the table, froth at the mouth and scream. How much of that is real and how much put on is anyone’s guess.  The probability is that they are incontinent hysterics reacting as incontinent hysterics do to being crossed. 
 
They must not be ignored, for the same reason and also because it is imperative these mad brutes are given everything they want.
 
They must remain convinced the entire country must revolve around them.
 
They must be free to butcher maim murder any other sane rational human who crosses their paths.
 
They must not be subject to secular authority: they are therefore above the law.
 
Which is of course exactly what is required by the consummate filth at UCH. 
 
Of course the sick animals who are also human see no need to change while everyone falls at their feet.  If anyone stood up to them, dismissed them, I suspect they would find an alternative version of God’s Will.  Why would they change when Linch, Blair, Yong, all the rest of the filth are clucking and cooing over them.  Murderous hysterical psychopaths are just so sweet, aren’t they, how awful to distress them.  Lo, it is the Word of Almighty God, must all not fall down before it.  But these are fucking professors (so-called), not bloody peasants.  Lo, it is the raving of a psychiatric case who belongs in Broadmoor and projects his sickness onto a figment of his imagination he calls God, with whose omnipotence he fondly thinks himself endowed.    Lap up all the monkey-puke.  It is God’s Will!  God is not mocked!  Everyone believes in God.  Everyone respects the Holy Church.  Not in fucking England.
 
There must be obedience  And sieg fucking heil to you spass Nazi boy.
 
What else do you drivel, ape?  That I must beg God’s = your diseased ego’s forgiveness for having had sex, that I must feel ashamed, guilty.  Why should I do that, kinky-boy?  What is there to be ashamed of?  My body, ape, my body.  I decided where it lay.  Not  your fucking business, kinky-boy, not your fucking property.  What do they call you anyway, kinky-boy perv freak, Your Holiness, or just Your Eminence.  Kinky-boy perv can’t get it up without rape, right?  Without forcing his dirty monkey self on a woman in some way.  Make you feel good did it, kinky-boy perv, have a medically vulnerable woman in your power and all the walking talking obscenity who pretend to be doctors and nurses fawning on you.    You do not own my body, kinky-boy freak.  You do not dictate to me what I may do with it and with whom.  You do not have the right to abuse it, maim it.  It is not your fucking toy to break, kinky-boy ape savage.  Christ that I should even have to say such things in 2020.  It doesn’t matter a flying fuck that cuntfaced scum like Blair fall at your filthy feet.  You do not own my mind, kinky-boy pervert.  You do not tell me to empty it of every fact of history, every thought, every argument that does not accord with thy will, freak sicko.
 
Ask you another question you’re too much of a sicko to answer.  Why should God, if it exists, care whether I or anyone else believes in it.  Why should it beat its chest like an alpha baboon and howl like an alpha baboon.  That’s frightfully antsy.  Why should it do that?  You of course care because your entire apparatus of social control collapses but I’m not asking about you, I’m asking about this God you claim to represent. 
 
All just dirty, inverts who despise mock anything clean.  Sick twisted minds of mediaeval peasants.
Filthy smelly animals unreachable by love or mind, everything twisted.
 
Everyone can scream I’m lying but it’s unthinkable any of them be lying.
 
My degree can be shat on and I’m evil for objecting but it’s a capital offence to shit on the degrees of nurses.
 
You are all so repulsive, so twisted, so fucking obvious.
 
They only understand force?  Fine, call their bluff.  Tell the filthy animals that if they persist the only thing to be done with them as with any other terminally sick animal is to put them down, but since this is a civilized country they will be sectioned.    That should concentrate their attention.   I don’t suppose they look remotely like smelly animals, being rich, at any rate until they throw fits, being spoiled to hell and back again. 
 
Of course such creatures are precious.  They’re cannon-fodder, vital to the destruction of the free world.  See how upset they are.  See how evil is this freedom. 
 
Disgusting animals matter.  Disgusting animals are precious.  I can be thrown on the scrapheap.  Dirty corrupt squalid cowardly lying filth are that matter.  See the cunt monkey offal cooing them, the little people of simple faith are not to be upset.
 
What is upsetting them? Reason, fact, ethics, anything that counter the psychopath.  The reality of other human beings who think differently.  The reality of this society.  What is upsetting these fucking freaks, the realization they share the country with intelligent, educated, rational people
 
Could always hang them and put terminally sick animals out of their misery.  Oh, that’s shocking, that’s terrible, that’s obscene.  Nothing shocking or terrible or obscene about coldly deliberately butchering and murdering me, is there, Blair.  I mean the sick pervert traitor cunt slobbering catlick sucks the dirty smelly cock of the Pope laps up all the corruption, all the twisted thought of evil sick perverted old men,  doesn’t think there is anything absolutely wrong with destroying people. Intelligent rational atheist women can be destroyed without turning a hair. 
 
‘Professor’ Linch, ‘Professor’ Goldstone all expect me to run at the level of sick smelly animals, think I should be punished destroyed for offending the diseased brutes by living in the real world not the world of their ravings.  Filthy animals cooing and fawning on other filthy animals, disgusting obscene filth of doctors falling over themselves to please smelly animals.  I expect the pay is good.  Research funding.  How selfish of me not to realize my destruction benefits the pay-shunts.  Wanna see the deeds.  Wanna see the deeds stating  you filth, you absolute scum own my body and mind.
 
And for that matter the election results which say you run the country.
 
So no great big plot, just  sordid universal evil.  Why doesn’t and didn’t anyone stand up to them? 
 
Because they’re all dirty filthy evil smelly animals.  Just leave me to rot and die.
 
Something decent people could have sorted in five minutes corrupted by their pure absolute insolent evil, their absolute criminality, their insolent treason, their insolent rejection of the norms of a free, democratic rational and civilized society, insolent corruption.               
 
Their love of everything filthy and sly and squalid and dishonest, their hatred of anything clean, rational, their love of lies and secrecy and power, hatred of love and mind,  the pain of what these filth are doing to me, the pain of what they are to doing to England with their love of the foul, the sickening, the twisted, the mad, the psychotic. Look at them, anything filthy and mad and twisted and vile, anything dirty and sordid and sickening, can’t do enough for it. 
 
Their absolute insolent evil is responsible for my condition.  Sort that room out.  Impose democracy.  Tell the smelly animals to speak in public or save their breath, the sly cowardly squalid cockroach degenerates.  Establish the facts publicly.  Ooh no, no-one could do that.  No sick filthy pervert apes of  fucking traitors could do that.  And no-one will help me. 
 
We are to be ruled by fantasy, by the untenable hysteric ravings of the holy, by the hysteric ravings of slum-animals.  Fact is to mean nothing, reason is to mean nothing, morality is to mean nothing.

We are to be frightened to speak.  There is to be no accountability for power.  Fact and reason are to held in complete contempt.  The country is to dragged from its roots and made into dirty monkey pit fit only for dirty monkeys, All decree it is best I quietly perish in a wheelchair in the gutter and everyone goes along with it because their sick perverted evil fascist traitor monkey-vomit is now deemed to rule  – and I laugh in their insolent insolent  evil faces.
 
What’s your fucking problem, you stupid cunts,  that’s how to speak to evil animals, just what’s your fucking problem?  Piss off.  OK, it’s your fucking monkey-puke pervert religion.  It’s not mine so piss off, apes.  Sickos, freaks.  What the fuck do you think anyone intelligent, rational, civilized cares about your disgusting shit?   Yeah, you’re a bloody mong.  That’s not my problem, either.  Bloody ignorant ineducable vicious spite-ridden delusional IQ5 mongs.  Look at this dirty evil fat cunt Boden, total fucking mong, tard, spass, ignorant, cunt-for-brains, psychotic, ineducable.  Probably talks about me like Mrs Bridges addressing a kitchen-maid, “You’ll do what you’re told, my girl, or feel the back of my hand.”  Who the fuck do you think you are, you fat old pig?  Just who the fuck do you think you are?  Filthy evil fat old animal thinks I have to do what injures me, what injures my country, because a bloated obscene old pervert says so.  Explain to the country, you dirty obscene foul filthy animal, explain why obedience is all and I have to know nothing but your will and not let it matter to me that what you demand of me is damaging to my body, come on you stinking twisted, ape, you filthy foetid old pervert, explain the country you slobbering cockroach coward why I’m self-willed, disobedient, evil for objecting to doing that which damaged my spinal fusion, come on you stinking apes, you twisted obscene animals.   Any of you pervert freaks, McGuckin, Linch, come on, you stinking sly squalid cowardly vermin.  Nicholls, Ratzupthearse, the current rat-faced ape. 
 
I can tell everyone what my fucking problem, can’t I.  I can tell everything that I had major spinal surgery, that I spent six months in plaster followed by six months in an orthopaedic brace.  I can tell everyone that being made into a labourer caused me to have pain for the first time since my surgery 30 years previously.  I can tell everyone that I was put in a space the width of a chair, later widened to two chairs, subjected to constant manual handling hazards, still made to push trolleys and that criminal management knew of my medical condition because that why they moved me.   I can tell everyone that I tried to get that room changed round and even went to the Minister. I can tell everyone I became crippled and no-one intervened, least of all the Minister.  I can tell everyone about the kangaroo court and the threatening letter delivered by hand on Christmas Eve.  I can tell everyone that there was  total refusal of any democratic norm.  I can tell everyone that so-called doctors and nurses went in and out of that room as though nothing was happening, as though a medically vulnerable was not being abused in front of them.  I can tell everyone that I was left to fucking rot. 
And what can you tell everyone, vermin.  I made your impotent incontinent animal brains hurt.
 
 
Slobbering ape drool, can’t say that, mustn’t say that, ain’t allowed, you gotta do what you’re  told.  Mong illiterates with cunt-for brains a fake professional class of the ignorant and ineducable, and they ain’t fucking illitrit, neither, knock the stupid cunt around until she learns to keep her fucking marf shut.  Only I don’t. 
 
Rather be in a wheelchair in the gutter than be an obscene squirming rotten worm-ridden pile of shit like you, Blair, like you, Linch, like you, Goldstone, a disgusting corrupt animal who hates anything decent, like  all of them, oh the humming and hawing, what was your fucking problem, cunts?  A load of twisted monkey-puke about the non-existent sanctity of religion. A bunch of slum-criminals screaming they ain’t slum-criminals.  How would criminals like you know?  How would any of these filthy dirty mad bloated obscene animals know if was anyone was illiterate?
 
Illiterate, the cunts were illiterate and probably still are since they’re too full of themselves to ever take a hint and learn.
 
Just so long as I die quietly and no-one gets to know what filth you are, what disgusting dirty stomach-churningly repulsive and obscene vermin you are.  And what?  A capering slum-animal with a joke degree in arse-wiping wants a modern languages graduate of the University of London to apologize for saying he was illiterate.  How the fuck would you know, animal?
 
That filthy animal injured me, caused me pain, that filthy capering skivvy-boy assaulted a woman who had major spinal surgery, the only outstanding question being whether it was deliberate.  Don’t expect Linch or Goldstone or Blair or Milburn, or any of them to care about that, all they care about are twitching perverts, freaks, criminals, hysterics, filth like them, the screaming in the heads of self-obsessed psychotics.  Don’t expect physical damage to a woman to matter to a piece of  dirt like Goldstone, compared to the screaming in the heads of mong nutters who think the world revolves around them, compared to penises.  Mummy wear a wig, did she, serve the men their food and scurry from the room? 
 
Words cause hysteria.  Physical injury passes without comment.  That is the world of the missing link that is medicine in a nutshell.  Doctors and nurses have yet to progress to language and reason. 
 
So you’re happy now, aren’t you, you filth, you absolute filth jubilant, your obscene evil corrupt depraved perverted twisted world, your filthy criminal world  ruled by lies and bestiality and psychopaths and hysterics has triumphed.  Happy, aren’t you, you stinking offal, you depraved, degraded, dirty, dirty animals, and you call it good, don’t you Blair, you call it The Holy Church.  About as holy as Stalin.
 
Conspiracy to pervert the course of justice
The overthrow of democracy
Giving aid and comfort to the enemies of the Queen
Causing grievous bodily harm
Suppressing material fact,
Blackmail
Conspiracy to murder
What haven’t they done?  It means nothing to them, any of them.  Bloody psychopaths, above the law.  Freaks.  Raving nutters. 
 
But they’re happy now.  They’ve got everything they wanted.  The entire political class is prostrate in front of them.  All happy little degraded depraved squalid lying sly, malignant, vindictive, hysterical, psychopathic, delusional, piles of worm infested shit.  No-one is going to question them, no-one is going to ask them what the fuck they think they’re playing at or who the fuck they think they are, no-one is going to demand they drivel their twisted lies in public, no-one is going to establish the facts in public, They have lied and whined and manipulated and paid off and made me a bent old cripple and ensured no-one will help me survive, no-one will help me live decently.  Not enough for them that they crawl over my body impeding every move I make, not enough for a mad sick animal like Goldstone or Naylor or Linch, I have to suffer for the rest of my life, their infinite malice will be sated  I am thrown on the scrapheap and left to die, deemed unacceptable in my own country for being free, democratic, literate, educated, literary, moral, decent, rational, honest, all the things the inverts hate, courtesy of the cunt ape chimp traitor sicko freak Blair.
 
Don’t you Porter, Khwaja, Mackinnon, Yong, Nathwani, Christ how you hate anything clean.  It frightens you freaks, doesn’t it, everything has to be in secret where you can coat in filth and squalor, not in the open, where the filth and squalor is stripped off.
 
Might is Right! say we
Need no bourgeois morality
Eliminate democracy
Cos liberty’s illusory
Mind is the enemy
Destroy the University
 
Welcome to the new look University, Vice-Chancellor.  If you state fact and reason, you get murdered.  You’re evil.  You’re distressing innocent people of simple faith, who happen to be hysterical psychopaths.
 
The last thing the dirt-monkeys want is people who can think.