The Wizard of Oz
 
So look at the little mong spassos who think they’ll fuck over the University of London.  Of course their searing intellects and superior grasp of the written word are such that they can only manage wordless mindless bestial violence.  Sly, pathetic, mad, criminal vermin.  Yes of course the nursey-boy has a vastly superior qualification, is more than capable of judging my abilities, of course he was completely within his rights to turn me into a fucking porter, fucking labourer.  And ‘course he ain’t fucking illitrit.  Ain’t you, slum-filth, ain’t fucking illitrit and you’ll prove it by butchering my body.  Naturally the fat criminal traitor mong smelly Boden and the scrawny hatchet-faced slum-cunt criminal traitor Fenton know everything about the writing of English.  Can’t be brighter than a fucking IQ flatline mong can I, ain’t fucking allowed, you can die for it.         Ooh, look at little Miss Micaela, fucking oozes it.  Should one bob a curtsey?  A certain index of course of the mindless wordless holes out of which they crawl in which slummy Mummy wiped her raw red hands on her pinny and bobbed a curtsey to Doctor and Nurse and of course Father, the only signs of pseudo-educated life in the vicinity.  Thus their ludicrous delusions of grandeur.  At least whatever has happened and will happen to me I never again have to take orders from a fucking nurse.  ‘Make notes up and bring them to me.’  Shall it be on the silver salver, m’lady?
 
So how d’you work it out, Clarke, people with average IQs are as bright as people with high IQs, and can obtain exactly the same qualifications?   What you and filth like you work out is a fake professional class of intellectually incapable illiterate mongs is vital to the destruction of the free world.  Incapable of analysing their own ideas, incapable of analysing anyone else’s, incapable of checking facts, looking things up,  readily manipulated, believe any crap they’re told, a class of animals devoid of the smallest intellectual values who will shout down all fact and reason. 
Generally called doctors.  No training of the mind, no training of the intellect.  A yawning half-wit like Whelan obviously has total cunt-for-brains. 
Words and ideas are the new kids on the block, the product of being something apart from a chimp. Belief in the magic power of the book is above all the mark of the illiterate.
Once upon a time a long long time ago  a not very hairy little ape lay under a tree in a foetal crouch. If it had spoken modern English, it would have said, "It's doing me head in, mate."  It had been landed with consciousness. Did it think, now I can conceive ultimate reality, create a theory of universals, write love-poetry, define good and evil, deny good and evil exist and even choose what I have for supper? Like heck it did. And the serpent whispered in its ear and said, "Obey!" Yes, through mindless obedience you can return to that state of primeval bliss in which there is no choice, where there is only one set of words defining the universe, hence the devotion of the chimp-brained for whom being human is too much of an effort, who is happy to see things not as they are but as he or she has been told they are, to One Book, one Truth.
The final polarity is between one word (one book, one truth) and many words, many books.  Words and mind are threatening. They must be controlled. The would-be controllers would prefer the species wordless and mindless but since it isn't it should be rendered as good as. In short they are frightened of being human: the primate parts of the brain do not like being disturbed by words and ideas.
We do see the roots of the contempt for literacy, I trust, the hysteria evoked by the word illiterate, the contempt for the humanities. Chimps do not need an advanced grasp of language; the chimp world does not have history or philosophy or literature or require the capacity for independent thought. Sustained writing has no place in the world of the chimpanzee. Since everything in the chimp-world is fixed, books that change things are an impossibility.
Just think!  A Britain in which no-one writes books!  Especially critical ones. In which everyone is ignorant of history, philosophy, literature. Of course it’s not quite like that, but mentally they inhabit a monkey-world in which it is like that, which is one thing, and spreading this slime over the entire nation is apparently the goal of the Government, which is another.
We do see, I hope, that we are having a little Cultural Revolution whereby people do not need to know about history, philosophy, politics, literature, theology or any other aspect of being human, whereby it is mysteriously irrelevant to know there was a Reformation, an English Bill of Rights, a United States Constitution, an Enlightenment or a French Revolution, not to mention a Magna Carta, a Peasants‘ Revolt or indeed a place called Woodstock, where four thousand years of insights into being human of poets, philosophers and other writers are irrelevant.
Those who sneer at the minutiae of writing English might ponder the difference between ‘put down’ and ‘put-down’ or indeed the difference between ‘just finishing off Doctor’ and ‘just finishing off, Doctor’.  When there is a difference, of course. Being able to spell is also useful, for instance to differentiate between ‘kernel’ and ‘colonel’.
Oh how you hate the free mind that scampers out of reach of your dull leaden constructs, your mental cages, your sad sick notions of what is given, the little cages you live in you call truth and reality
That of course does not automatically obey but considers whether your edicts are mad filth, that of course which does not automatically crawl and make appeasement gestures upon being hit, but wonders if someone should shoot you.  Oh all the big monkey words you use, rebellious, blasphemous, heretical, insolent, wilful, arrogant, when the self-will, the arrogance, the insolence is all your own. 
That which does not respond like a slave, like property accepting being owned.  That which does not know you for its master, its god.  That which does not assume it has to approach you with deference, say nothing that will incur your displeasure, lest it be punished.
That which does not assume your superior wealth, status, power  indicate you are necessarily superior in intellect, knowledge, moral fibre, omniscient indeed and benign, incapable of flawed reasoning and ignorance, malice, evil.
That which understands argument by authority is a fallacy.
HOW YOU HATE INTELLIGENCE
Blair, Milburn, Mandelson, Clarke, Linch, Goldstone, Naylor, Black, how you absolutely hate intelligence you can’t manipulate.  How you absolutely hate learning you can’t bamboozle with lies, Murphy O’Connor, Nicholls, Sacranie, Sachs, how you hate anyone who can’t be suckered into your corruption, how you hate integrity, how you hate anyone who won’t go along with your evil.  Intelligence must be contained, limit itself to practical tasks, it mustn’t meddle in the affairs of its ‘betters’, meddle in how things are run, must be obedient, servile.  Only, as you perfectly well know, intelligence isn’t like that.  Rikki-Tikki Tavi, run and find out, what’s that. That makes no sense.  That’s garbage.  How does that work?  What is this thing called a planet?  What is this thing called life?  Oh how you love the stupid, the ignorant, the sly, the cowardly, the vicious, the bestial, the dishonest who do your dirty work for you, the bottomlessly corrupt who disregard all fact, reason, ethics.  I mean, you gotta do what you’re told. The ‘ruling-class’ just mustn’t be disturbed, must it, the cockroach coward ‘ruling-class’ who fix things in secret.  It has decided.  Its decisions are not to be challenged.  And all the sycophants and crawlers are rewarded for corrupting themselves by abandoning their capacity for independent thought and feeling, for becoming a creature of another’s will,  by having the pleasure of dispensing the corrupt will of the overlords, lording it over the serfs with supposed absolute power, unaccountable power, criminal power.
Oh how you love them all, Ardeshna, Whelan, Rowley, Boden, Fenton, Plucinski, Saunders, McGuckin, von Barsewisch, soothe their anguish at being questioned, feed their ignorance, denounce reason.   They are so upset.  They are not to be upset.  Just ignore the fact that the reason they are upset is because they are psychopaths,  because they are nutters full of lies, just stroke their psychosis, assure them of the veracity of their lies.
The delusional must at all cost be kept mad, divorced from reality, in a world that exists only in their own heads.  Their delusional beliefs about themselves, about the society around them, about the universe are to be cherished, their conviction of their own perfection, the impossibility of any flaw, intellectual or moral, their conviction the world revolves around them and their beliefs, that all are subordinate to them, they may dictate what everyone else may think and say, the concept of equality of rights, of others having an equal right to the content of our own minds being not merely alien to the psychopath but repugnant.  The illiterate are not to be told so, the ignorant are not to be troubled by knowledge, the religious of course are not to be offended by physics or any other index of the world’s having moved on since their ‘sacred text’ was penned, liars must never be challenged by fact, cowards must not be told to say it in the open or save their breath. The utterers of untenable garbage may not be blitzed by reason. 
When pieces of criminal shit are confronted, the only crime recognized is the confronting and nothing will do but they be left to go on being criminal.
And what is your rationale for denying the normal distribution of intelligence?
All bloody murderous vermin, destroy me, not enough to have broken my body and wrecked my life, happy for me to end up dead or in a wheelchair in the gutter, so long as the precious filth are happy.
How do you fucking dare, how does a diseased deformed sickening obscene cunt like Plucinski or Saunders, so-called nurses jeering at disability, how do they fucking dare, they dare because of cunt traitor vermin like Blair and McDonnell upholding their evil, their fascism, their corruption,  their bestiality, their treason.  Of course any doctor who wasn’t a dirty sick evil twisted filthy cunt would have heard ‘nurses’ mocking and jeering at disability out on their ears, but there are no doctors who aren’t dirty sick evil twisted filthy cunts. 
 
Sick, sick, sick  all of them, all they want is fascism and corruption and secrecy and lies and getting off on how fucking important the dirty coward cockroach vermin are whining and jabbering and babbling and manipulating behind closed doors where they can’t be questioned, preening themselves on how they’re superior life-forms set on high to order the lives of others, they decide. Filthy sly cowardly degenerates criminally insane. They decide whether I need to be able to walk properly and to run, they decide if I can be destroyed. They are therefore by definition sectionable. 
These filthy degenerate corrupt bags of rotting flesh think there’s something wrong with me for being free, these filthy deformed twisted sick obscene animals, think I have to be broken like a recalcitrant mare, enslaved, made to obey, recant, deny everything I know, everything I think, everything I am. 
 
Do you read me, apes, animals, filth, do you fucking read me, vermin.  I choose what I fucking think and write.  I choose what sort of person I am.  I choose what I wear.  Hey monkey-perv, didn’t you like my body?  Freak you, did it, sicko kinky-boy nutter.  Hey, I’ve got skin.  Stop the fucking presses.  Skin freak the nutter head-case monkey, does it. 
 
Damn it, I swore you dirty sordid obscene vile stinking cunt filth would never make me cry again, you insolent evil vermin sitting there on your dirty little arses deliberately destroying England.
What’s your fucking problem fat freak Boden, what is your fucking problem you dirty old animal, sick fuck nutter cunt.  None of this would have happened if any of them were normal not fucking freak sickos, not fundamentally criminal, rotten at the core.   if they’d demanded the facts were established, ignored skulking dirty cowards who refused to say what their fucking problem was in the open,  howled in outrage at the assault on democracy, howled the place down at the assault on my spinal fusion. That fucking capering strutting criminal mong injured me, that slum gutter thug Jackson, caused me pain for the first time since my surgery.  Don’t expect a dirty cunt of a doctor to care or a piece of Trot traitor vermin like Milburn, left me in their hands to be fucking butchered.  Bloody sick freaks who think everyone goes around in fear of some fucked-up baboon overhearing them.
 
Something that could have been cleared up in five minutes if it weren’t for insolent insolent evil all the way to the top, deliberately contrived by vermin scum filth obscenity.
 
Democracy: a system of government created to cage and contain power, in which we the people are not the passive recipients of what our masters dole out, in which we the people are the sole source of power which we lend to the governing so they can organize things as we wish, and whom we can get rid of if they fail to give rational justification for their use of that power.
 
Of course no dirty obscene psychopath of a doctor or nurse will hear of it, no fuck-faced freak who belongs in Broadmoor and thinks he or she decrees from on high, set above us.  Just answer Mr Benn’s questions, vermin scum traitor obscenity, just answer the fucking questions.
 
The House will forgive me for quoting myself, but in the course of my life I have developed five little democratic questions. If one meets a powerful person--Adolf Hitler, Joe Stalin or Bill Gates--ask them five questions: "What power have you got? Where did you get it from? In whose interests do you exercise it? To whom are you accountable? And how can we get rid of you?" If you cannot get rid of the people who govern you, you do not live in a democratic system.
The role of the Speaker has another importance. When the political manifestos are yellowing in the public libraries, a good ruling from the Speaker in a footnote in "Erskine May" might turn out to be one of the guarantees of our liberty.
There are two ways of looking at Parliament. I have always thought that, from the beginning--from the model Parliament--the establishment has seen Parliament as a means of management: if there is a Parliament, people will not cause trouble, whereas, of course, the people see it as a means of representation. Those are two quite different concepts of what Parliament is about. The establishment wants to defuse opposition through Parliament; the people want to infuse Parliament with their hopes and aspirations.
I have put up several plaques--quite illegally, without permission; I screwed them up myself. One was in the broom cupboard to commemorate Emily Wilding Davison, and another celebrated the people who fought for democracy and those who run the House. If one walks around this place, one sees statues of people, not one of whom believed in democracy, votes for women or anything else. We have to be sure that we are a workshop and not a museum.
https://publications.parliament.uk/pa/cm200001/cmhansrd/vo010322/debtext/10322-13.htm
For the moment, therefore, old boy, you must be jolly pleased with the outcome. The slave-sluts of London medicine have proved wholly reliable. You know you can count on them to work to destroy democracy, rely on them to shit on freedom and to beat up women who displease you. They’ll do anything for you, cripple the grand-daughter of not quite the founder of the Labour Party, after all it must be all right if it’s Master’s will. Make you wet between the legs, does it? 

Animals are obedient. I’m a human being.

You are of course a psychopath, sick mad child-monster-animal cannot see where it ends and someone else begins crouching in terror of reality of the rest of the universe, must control or fragile self will die, die if people don’t like it, die if people oppose it, die if people are themselves not what it demand they be, all must obey, what will happen if people have ideas of their own – well, in your case the loony drivel you call your religion becomes the preserve only of a handful of freaks. Keep them infantile, keep them obedient, claim to reward them with power, your power, they can determine what others may be. Cannot. Illusion. They have no power over me. You have no power over me. Except of course that of the thug. How impressive can you get.

Reality REALITY REALITY frightens little monkey, other minds, other hearts the most freaking obvious reality to any of us is another human being who is separate, distinct, equal, not permitted, not permitted TERRIFIES little monkey. Monkey must have power. Power really impresses the slave-sluts. Ooh how great it is, how important, it doesn’t need to speak to its victim. It commands. Its slaves obey. Frightened little monkey, aren’t you. Absolutely fucking terrified of speaking to me, or of course to anyone who regards you as an equal not a master. 

And you old boy will do anything to maintain Corruption, keep them mad, afraid, ignorant, dependent, subservient and all the politicians suck your cock, certainly in the case of the bastardized fascist fake Left because they too believe people are property, to be and do what the State requires. They are funny, aren’t they. They babble about equality and demand slavery. We are equal in rights. That absolutely petrifies you, doesn’t it, the mere idea someone can address you as a fellow human being not an overlord. Can say things to you you do not wish to hear. Or of course ignore you.

They are repulsive. I am repelled. I trust I have made that clear, woodentops whose sole criterion for judging an idea is whether Master permits it, who would burn all the books if they knew what they contained, a cancer in the University, tumour cells replacing healthy tissue.

I have to say one of the areas in which I am wholly lacking in knowledge is the law governing the keeping of dangerous animals but it would seem to me likely, whether one is the Master of Longleat or a fan of poisonous snakes, that the law demands they be securely contained that they pose no threat to others. You wish your dangerous animals at liberty to molest others and politicians concur. That has to be funny. When others do not even wish to contain the savage beast but merely to comment on its bestiality you cry 'They must not be hurt!' and politicians, who are either fools or evil, rush to assist and to attempt to enforce silence but what is the hurt but the existence of other human beings who are not like them. 

You really believe you are set on high to dictate to others, that you are some kind of superior life-form endowed with rights particularly over me, either born to or given by God the power to dictate reality.

Hey it’s the Wizard of Oz.

This ain’t Kansas, bubba.

Keep them afraid, keep them animals, keep them impotent, incontinent, keep them terrified of words, monkey cannot cope with words, keep them hating and fearing human freedom, keep them enslaved, keep them convinced everyone is the property of their master. Keep them believing a psychotic frightened little monkey speaks for God, his will is God’s will, keep them incapable of question, keep them obedient, keep them intellectually incapable because if a cowardly thug represents God, then God is a cowardly thug.

Keep them FRIGHTENED. Keep them hating freedom. Keep them shit and then they’ll hate the freedom to say they’re shit. Keep them frightened of words. How can words hurt control change you? You change you. Or rather obviously not. HATE FREEDOM hate no control, hate no-one kneel HATE IT. Frightens little monkey. 

Try going down to Yasgur's Farm, man. Perfect love casts out fear.

What happens when people stop sucking your cock? Apart from your need for a hand-job of course.
Because you’re nothing, a mad sick animal, without the slave-vermin-filth-obscenity falling over themselves to obey your commands, a pathetic old man on a park bench drivelling to itself, were it not for the obscene slave-vermin-filth-obscenity you so desperately need to do your bidding.
All a mind-game played by sad little monkeys.
But people stopped buying it, so what’s the fucking fuss about, Blair, why was that room not instantly altered, why was I not given the job I had taken?
REALITY 102
 
There is not only one book in the world defining reality. A belief-system is simply a collection of ideas that seem to make more sense to someone than other collections of ideas. Some people (they know who they are) claim everything is enshrined in their One Book, with the resultant claim that everything was fixed in one time and one place. The historical Moses is thought to have lived in around 1400 BC. In the 1500 years or so between him and Paul, a multiplicity of world-shaping events and perspectives on being human occurred elsewhere on the planet, the whole of Ancient Greece and with it the birth of democracy, most of Classical Rome, the Upanishads, Confucius, Zoroastrianism, Lao-Tzu, none of which is significant to the orthodox Christian, other than as error or sin or at best feeble gropings for troof. This is first order lunacy: discuss. It worked when there was no mass communication, when the nearest city was an alien land many leagues distant. It doesn’t work now.

It is worth being precise about what hardly anyone believes, because actually it is possible to be entirely precise about what people do not believe, whether they be hard-line materialist atheists or flutterby flower-children. We do not believe there is only one book in the world. We are not a largely illiterate society of desert tribesmen thousands of years ago to whom one book was an all-encompassing explanation. We live in a society with access to millions of books and other sources of information; if we do not read much, we may surf or watch Life on Earth. We form our views based on what we read together with our experience of other human beings. We do not believe one book dictates what we must think; clearly millions of books, the content of which is contradictory, cannot dictate what anyone thinks.

Where the content of books conflicts with reality, we do not believe reality is necessarily over-ruled. Where the content of books contains ideas conflicting with ideas in a 'holy book', we do not believe the 'holy book' necessarily true and other books false.

Indeed, we live in a society shaped by a Trinity, that Trinity being broadly symbolized by the combined content of the Philosophy, Religion and Science sections of a major bookshop.

We may prefer to believe that which is demonstrably false or distinctly less likely but on the whole I think have an awareness of the thing called fact; one of the things that distinguishes the  insane religious from the sane is whether he or she accords the Virgin Birth or Mohammed's Night Journey the status of fact, on par with water boiling when heated sufficiently.

Clearly also people who read many books, the content of which is contradictory, come across views that repel or otherwise offend them and do not run around screaming and shouting about it.

It being the case that some views on life the universe and everything directly oppose others, unless you live in a hole in the ground you are going to meet people who think what you think is nonsense.  If you then cavort and scream a) you are mad and b) your ignorance, your self-obsession and your total intellectual and emotional inadequacy are your problem. You seek to annul the external source of your distress because you have neither self-control (ability to contain your feelings) nor self-command (ability to change your feelings).
We live in a universe or possibly a multiverse described so far as at present possible by astrophysics not by the ravings of ancient Jews.
Freak boy  Blair thinks there’s something exceptionable about that, but then of course freak boy Blair lives in the world of the loony, as defined by mad old men dribbling religion is not to be mocked.  Might there not be different physical laws on the far side of a singularity?  Might there not be things we haven’t discovered yet?  What sort of nonsense is that, everything is known, they got this book, see.  They got Troof.  They got God’s Holy Word.
They don’t have a clue whether God even exists but that of course does not deter them from trying to force ‘respect’ for their fantasies.
 And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof;
22 And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man.
23 And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.
Genesis 2
 
We’re good barbecued.
 
I do assure the House or for that matter the Court I am not derived from Adam’s rib.  I mean it’s a joke, right.  It’s farcical.

Ooh, ooh, I have mocked sincere beliefs.  Why is believing ape-shit always supposed to be annulled by the sincerity with which a nutter believes ape-shit?  And of course why are people who do not believe ape-shit considered insincere?
 
That tyrannosaurs have resurrected themselves from the Jurassic and any mainstream person can solemnly dribble that this crap has to be taken seriously - Jesus wept! Probably would do because unlike so many of his self-appointed representatives he was intelligent.
 
Blair is a very sick little monkey.  That the Church is bigger than the Pope is an argument I can understand.  That cradle Catholics remain within the Church despite a Pope I can understand. That anyone should wish to join a church led by this evil sick disgusting old man I do not understand. Nor that filthy bitch of his on her knees before her master. 
   In 1986, Cardinal Ratzinger wrote the infamous Letter to the Bishops of the Catholic Church on the Pastoral Care of Homosexual Persons. Ratzinger wrote that a homosexual orientation, even if the person is totally celibate, is a "tendency" toward an "intrinsic moral evil". Moreover, a homosexual inclination is both an "objective disorder" and a "moral disorder", which is "contrary to the creative wisdom of God". "Special concern and pastoral attention should be directed towards those who have this condition, lest they be led to believe that the living out of this orientation in homosexual activity is a morally acceptable option. It is not." Ratzinger's 1986 Letter concludes that pastoral care for homosexual persons should include "the assistance of the psychological, sociological and medical sciences", and that "all support should be withdrawn from any organisations which seek to undermine the teachings of the Church, which are ambiguous about it, or which ignore it entirely".
      In July 1992, the Vatican issued a further proclamation authorised by Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger and by Pope John Paul II, entitled "Some Considerations Concerning the Catholic Response to Legislative Proposals on the Non-Discrimination of Homosexual Persons".
      This document was designed to mobilise Catholic opinion against equal rights legislation for lesbians and gay men. It describes homosexuality as an "objective disorder" and a "tendency ordered towards an intrinsic moral evil". Rejecting the concept of homosexual "human rights", it asserts there is "no right" to homosexuality; adding that the civil liberties of lesbians and gay men can be "legitimately limited for objectively disordered external conduct".
      While condemning "unjust" discrimination, the Vatican document says that some forms of antigay discrimination are "not unjust" and may even be "obligatory": especially with regard to "the consignment of children to adoption or foster care, in employment of teachers or coaches, and in military recruitment".
      Most shocking of all, the 1992 document suggests that when lesbians and gay men demand civil rights, "neither the Church nor society should be surprised when ... irrational and violent reactions increase".
      This implies that by asking for human rights, lesbians and gay men encourage homophobic prejudice and violence: we bring hatred upon ourselves, and are responsible for our own suffering. The Catholic Church, it seems, blames the victims of homophobia, not the perpetrators.
https://www.petertatchell.net/lgbt_rights/rosecottage/OutRage-archives/ratzing.htm
Under the rule of Nazi Germany from 1933 to 1945, gay men and (to a lesser extent) lesbians were persecuted with thousands of gay men imprisoned in Nazi concentration camps.
Beginning in 1933, gay organizations were banned, scholarly books about homosexuality, and human sexuality in general (such as those from the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, run by Jewish gay rights campaigner Magnus Hirschfeld), were burned. The Gestapo compiled lists of homosexuals and gay clubs were shut down. Some gay men emigrated while others withdrew from homosexual practices or engaged in heterosexual relationships to cover their identities.
Between 1933 and 1945, an estimated 100,000 men were arrested as homosexuals, of whom some 50,000 were officially sentenced. Most of these men served time in regular prisons, and an estimated 5,000 to 15,000 of those sentenced were incarcerated in Nazi concentration camps. Leading scholar Rüdiger Lautmann argues that the death rate of homosexuals in concentration camps may have been as high as 60%. Homosexuals in the camps suffered an unusual degree of cruelty by their captors, including being used as target practice on shooting ranges.[1] Homosexuals were additionally used as the subjects for Nazi medical experiments as scientists tried to find a "cure" for homosexuality.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persecution_of_homosexuals_in_Nazi_Germany

Now about the ‘assistance of the medical sciences’.  Where would the filthy old monkey have got an idea like that?