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- 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 >
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- Moi
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'And now Amanda is seriously ill.'
- Otting
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- It's like this, Doc >
- Medicine: the continuing joke
- 'By Tummel and Loch Rannoch'
- The laughing-stock of the civilized world
- And be damned to you
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- Transforming the Na-Mhoram's Grim
- Blair: the icing on the cake
- Expecto patronam
- Scarlet battalions
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- 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
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- All times are now (2)
- For Katie: All times are now (3)
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- Non serviam
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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
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Translations from Voltaire (mine): Concerning the Church of England
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- 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
- 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
- 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?
- 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
- 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 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
- 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
- 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
- Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa
- Vultures
- They had one chance
- Monsters
- 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
- The required result
- 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
- Pscyho-sexual cripples
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- PANTHER...
- 'And now Amanda is seriously ill.'
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Well, hi, Sar-fenan You probably find them as contemptible as I do. Oooh, aren’t they ever so humble, sweetly submissive? Cabinet Ministers, professors, aren't they sweet and meek, they wouldn't dream of not bowing down before you. Obviously any approach other than cowering in awe of your power is inflammatory and offensive and dear me, no, they would not wish to be inflammatory or offend and how unthinkably gross, how utterly unacceptable, not to throw you freedom, throw you democracy, throw you my body, throw you England.
I think I name you the Duke of Plaza-Toro. I could of course be well off target there, but I think so; in other words a Spanish grandee, possibly one whose family suffered at the hands of the International Brigades, of which my Uncle Richard was of course a part. Wayback, there were also strands pointing towards the Spanish-speaking world: Wilson and Kelly/Opus Dei.
I think this is personal, bizarrely of course since I have to my knowledge met neither you nor anyone who might be you. However, let us tick the boxes: Marxist, feminist, libertarian, mystically inclined, English, student of Voltaire.
You could of course be a Muslim but on the whole I think not. I think it less likely that a Muslim would grasp I embody (almost) everything that opposes him; I'm not gay but six out of seven is pretty good. I think you call yourself a Catholic and may indeed be high in the favour of Dark Lord, but since you regard love as repulsive and absurd it is simpler to call you by your real name: Nazi.
Of course you could have that background and have converted to Islam.
I think that being mad you think of me as the Jew whore and that your reaction to all this is something along the lines of the Jew whore whining about money again? Let it turn a trick.
I think you are a piece of infected shit on the sole of my boot. You do of course belong in an asylum. Wealth and position protect you.
Judging by the unspeakable enthusiasm of the grovellers for grovelling, I think that protection may stretch to the Spanish court, the British court and the Vatican.
I think you are grotesquely sexually sick, incapable of seeing a woman as a human being. Well, after all, you're not a human being. Why should a woman be one?
I do not think Elizabeth II destroys an Englishwoman at the behest of a foreigner. Her two rather unlovely elder sons may be a different story; indeed you may be one of her two unlovely elder sons (somehow I don't think Edward, could be wrong), neither of whom has any reputation as a democrat or a feminist. For choice I think the fat one with the dodgy friends, though you could of course be the other one who wants to be Defender of All Faiths.
I am of course also mindful of Edward VIII and the possibility there are rotten fruit in that tree.
But I do not think either of them would be seized by personal malice against me and I think you are.
Being rotting flesh yourself, you have probably never met a woman who isn’t rotting flesh. I can see I must come as a shock to you. Perhaps you might kick off with how your slave-women are not rotting flesh, how it’s perfectly normal that nurses snigger and jeer at a woman who has been crippled, indeed how it is perfectly normal for doctors and nurses to cripple a woman, how being utterly impervious to all fact, reason and morality, incapable of independent thought, devoid of honour and integrity, recognizing no truth or good that does not fall from your twisted animal mouth (whoops, there I go being inflammatory again), all these are indices of virtue and sanity, and of course giant intellect. You do need to be exact, explain how a creature divorced from reality is sane and one incapable of argument is rational. Any time you’d like to explain on camera how the free world doesn’t exist because you say it doesn’t, and England is a Catholic country because you say it is, I’m sure England will lap up your every word. You need to be precise here, no abstract dribbling about how there is no such thing as freedom. You need to explain that history did not happen. There was no Magna Carta, no foundation of the Church of England, no Reformation, no English Civil War, no Glorious Revolution, no Enlightenment, no French Revolution, no American Revolution, no Declaration of Independence, no Bill of Rights, no Monty Python, no Dave Allen Show. You need to explicitly state what you clearly believe -- that the numerous texts critical of religion which are part of that history that did not happen, the works of Paine, Voltaire, Diderot, Marx, Engels, Lenin, that there was no Woodstock, no Sixties Revolution, no musical Hair, no rock opera Jesus Christ Superstar, that mega-million bands of the nature of Led Zeppelin, the Stones, the Beatles, Black Sabbath, are all my invention or at most peripheral happenings of relevance to a tiny minority, certainly nothing to do with mainstream culture. I think probably essentially what you need to solemnly state to the English, more than half of whom, you will recall, have no religion at all, is that England is a profoundly devout Catholic nation, obedient to the Pope, and these things therefore could not have happened in England. Don’t forget to deny the existence of readily checkable public records and state clearly that my parents, grandparents, great-grandparents were not who I say they are, or of course to state clearly, coherently, how there can be no question of people with authority and status being challenged, being questioned, being told to go to hell, how grossly unacceptable and inflammatory is that kind of nonsense, how the granting of a little power magically endows its holder with omniscience and omnipotence. You really need to analyse my writing and demonstrate how evident it is I am a silly ridiculous little woman. Above all, of course, make it plain to the dimmest of viewers that you have clear ownership of my body and mind, that I am your property to be crippled and mocked at your whim, that I may say and think and write and read and be and do only what you permit. You really need to explain the precise mechanism there, demonstrate the deeds of ownership, all properly stamped. The exact details of how I have been bought and from whom would be excellent. Explain why language and reason have eluded you thus far, how utterly unnecessary they are to the carrying out of your orders, the only words required being, of course o master. Explain how crawling around behind closed doors to engineer injury to me is anything other than the conduct of a sly cowardly cockroach (oh dear, did that offend you) and how lies don’t matter because the only truth is what is in the suppurating morass you call your brain. Oh and I think the suppurating morass needs to explain its own special nay unique version of biology, how my father’s siblings having married Jewish people makes me Jewish. In short, Sar-fenan, old boy, you need to demonstrate that you are criminally insane. Well, no, I didn’t think you would leap at the invitation. Why would you when you have so many most meek, obedient and loyal slaves falling over themselves to conceal your identity, your evil and your madness, but it’s not, I think, so much that they want to save you from prosecution, it’s the thought of the entire free world pissing with laughter at them. As I began by saying, they are contemptible, aren’t they. Broadly, there are two kinds of folks who don’t do cowering. I’m the other lot.
Ah, the Wine that does with Logic absolute
The two-and-seventy jarring Sects confute
The subtle Alchemist that in a trice
Life's leaden Metal into Gold transmutes.
You are of course fundamentally extremely stupid, as stupid as the dullest and most absurd nurse. Nothing moves between your ears, as though your skull were solid concrete. No little neuron squeaks in intellectual curiosity, frantically demanding to find out more, let alone wonders if you have perhaps got a couple of things wrong.
Ah well, it was never the impression of the English that Nazis had giant intellects.
You are of course a coward who does not speak openly.
You are of course lacking all civilized attributes, these being courage, reason, integrity, love. Naturally you don't want people to know that, know that you are a wild animal, a wolf, who tears into living flesh, seizing upon vulnerability.
Do let us explore a little further my particular attributes. It's not six out of seven, is it, but six out of nine: the Jew I am not and my diverse and plural family.
I should like you to know that I have thought really hard about what would crack your veneer. I think it's probably mixed race families such as my Uncle Richard and my Aunt Margaret kissing and cuddling. We don't need to go into too much detail here. Simple normal human signs of love and affection do. If I may refer you to something I wrote:
PANTHER -> Site news -> Hell, objectively speaking
by Ysabel Howard - Saturday, 4 February 2012, 02:44 PM
"The fires of hell are the Light of God as perceived by those who reject it." (St Catherine of Genoa) I haven't been able to trace this on-line. I noted it down somewhere in my complex intellectual past. Please contact me if you know the source, or for that matter if you think it a shoddy translation. It can be argued (means I'm going to argue it) that the various mythologies of the after-life put in what Susan Howatch in her delicious saga of the Church of England in the twentieth century calls 'old-fashioned picture-language' the proposition that after death you simply continue to be what you have chosen to be in life, only you're no longer able to change your mind, to attempt to make it comprehensible to the multitude. By doing so these mythologies introduce 'doer' and 'done-to' and so corrupt what simply is. God does not damn you. You damn yourself. Classic Catholic theology holds that right up to the moment of death one may repent and save oneself from hell, no matter how numerous one's sins, how vile one's existence. This is of course arbitrary and one may demand what change of state means that one may no longer choose after death; one of the ground-rules here is that a live soul has free will and a dead soul does not. If we return now to the inscription over the Gates of Hell in the Inferno Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore:
fecemi la divina podestate,
la somma sapienza e 'l primo amore. Justice moved my high maker
Divine power made me
The profoundest wisdom and the first love. Right, so God sat there and thought ah-hah! Justice, wisdom and love demand I create a place of ever-lasting torment. It only makes sense within its own frame of reference, that of continued existence after death, in terms of the supremacy of human choice. Suppose you are a racist and something that others find delightful, tender, good and even holy, a mixed-race couple evidently besotted with each other, for instance, makes your skin crawl. That is your choice and an eternity surrounded by mixed-race couples besotted with each other would constitute eternal torment. No-one is doing anything to you. No-one is paying the slightest attention to you. You experience what is as scourging by demons, gnawing by Cerberus, fiery rain, you name it, all metaphors for your crawling skin and screaming mind.
The Allied forces were very thorough; I am sure there are excellent records of deNazification programmes. Doubtless the deradicalization programmes used on members of ISIS cover gross sexual dysfunction.
So an ape in a paper hat falling over its eyes sits on a plastic throne suspended by wires and looks down and orders the world, decrees this, decrees that because it just knows it’s master of the universe and they all on their knees and beg to suck its cock, can’t do enough for it, fall over themselves to throw it my body to tear at, of course it’s a very inadequate little ape, feels threatened and antsy if it can’t control everyone and everything around it, and I have offended it, as any civilized rational being would because it’s bag of shit, and I must be punished, and of course it’s a very helpless little ape, it needs its slaves to exercise its commands, it’s nothing if no-one takes any notice of it, but they all think it’s terribly important and yearn to please it by sating its lust for fear and pain and people crawling to it. And it makes them feel good to be obedient and live on their knees, grovelling, arse-licking, crawling, sucking-cock, because the ape is a Great One, their master, and their existence lies in being a creature of its will, and they deem honour, integrity, principle, reason, standing on one’s feet evils, arrogance, an offence to them as to the Great One, because they’ve never been educated and all the hard-wiring understands is that ape has power and can hurt them if they offend it
Could make a video about that.
As to Richard's practically non-existent war-record. I have wondered if maybe he or another Brigadista killed someone close to you. Richard at least wasn't in Spain long enough to kill anyone, since he got himself seriously wounded first time out and had to come home again.
Dreadfully pathetic little ape, aren't you, being devoid of both love and mind: a pretend human like so many of them, substituting wealth and power for being a man. You just don't understand, do you, why I am in not in awe of a sleazy cowardly vicious thug.
BACK TO YOU, SAR-FENAN
One really can’t take seriously anything a woman says, can one. I mean, for heaven’s sake, all this preposterous nonsense about democracy and accountability. The very idea of a huge and beautiful penis such as your being accountable to anyone is just bizarre, ridiculous, let alone of course to a bloody woman. Justify one’s conduct? Surely the penis is its own justification. But the idea of a silly little woman having anything of significance to say is completely laughable.
Yes. Yes, you are completely insane.
The influence of your insanity is such that it is deemed impossible
- To treat me as an intelligent educated life-form
- To be solicitous of fact and reason, deeming them binding
- To treat me as a casualty requiring assistance
- To make public all the facts of the matter.
Either they don’t want to or they’re frightened of you, your power and influence, you being but one of many, sad, seedy, vicious, psychotic, ludicrous, who will never get past first base, who uphold form not essence, who insist form is essence, who to get down to basics deem the multiverse defined by the sexual apparatus of a male ape-descendant on the third rock from the sun.
Have I not cited:
“Seymour once said to me - in a crosstown bus, of all places - that all legitimate religious study must lead to unlearning the differences, the illusory differences, between boys and girls, animals and stones, day and night, heat and cold.” (JD Salinger: Franny and Zooey)
Except it’s not ‘religion’ is it, that’s just your puerile male monkey ravings about a great big male monkey in the sky; it is what is, the bloody Whole.
But they fawn on you, the filthy little male monkeys, Linch, Goldstone, Naylor, Blair, McDonnell. Yea, they are legion. Particular mention as ever to that foul depraved evil animal Blair, who deemed the jabbering of male monkey cronies such as Sacranie and Murphy O’Connor important to the country, Blair the invert who instead of enacting legislation protecting civilized people from psychosis enacted legislation making us its victims, who deemed it criminal to hate religion, the overthrow of the psychosis of which was necessary to the foundation of the free world, the overthrow of the unaccountable unchallengeable decrees of the self-appointed representatives of ‘God’, religion, which paralysed science and medicine, religion, which denigrated, injured murdered, denigrates, injures murders countless women and gays. As stated, plenty of very bright people in both west and east. There is no intrinsic reason why the internal combustion engine should not have been invented or penicillin discovered centuries previously; the innate capacity of very intelligent human beings to observe and reason did not suddenly increase; the freedom of their minds to do so did.
Blair, who nearly alone among the assembled company must always have known that England is not a Catholic country; or else the law curriculum at Oxford must have been strangely full of holes.
And how you cherish their depravity, their degradation, their resistance to all fact and reason, resistance to all morality, their submission: their absurdity. Yea, in you resides all truth, all good.
“And I will use treatments for the benefit of the ill in accordance with my ability and my judgment, but from what is to their harm and injustice I will keep them." Hippocratic Oath
That alone is enough to make them objects of universal contempt and derision but the only reality they know is you.
Doubtless you richly reward them, in other ways besides throwing them a woman’s body to play with.
I actually didn’t ask much from life, a reasonable job to pay my way in society, in this case of course a Grade 5 job as a PA, getting on with my writing, going for long walks and hikes. You, however, you foetid obscenity, you filthy mad little brute, decided my life was at your behest, my life was under your control and so you broke my body and wrecked the rest of my life.
And they continue to fawn on you, horrified lest they for a moment incur your displeasure.
And of course all the hysterics and psychopaths continue to cavort and caper, the essence of what they are cavorting and capering about being that I must consider them important, far more important than little me and what they order must be binding on me.
And I continue not to give a fuck about them or you.
I should imagine that the more anyone delves into the processes that take place in what passes for your mind, the more ludicrous you are shown to be, for which very good reason of course no-one has any attention of doing any such thing; still, I have shown you to be ludicrous by default, which is a good second, a creature utterly divorced from reality, a creature who exists solely in the mental sewer that exists only between its ears, who dismisses out of hand every fact counter to its ravings.
In response to the absurdity of you and your filthy vermin of slaves, I give you the bloody cosmic laughter, the little gurgle of fun, even in the bottomless pit of the unfunny. You really can't bear not to be important can you, ruler of the world, a sick child sitting on top of a sand-castle, I'm king of the castle and you're a dirty rascal, everything has to be subordinate to you, directed by you, everyone has to acknowledge you as master. And I just don't. I don't kneeel. I don't crawl. It's just not how I was brought up, to be a despicable fawning slave. It doesn't even occur to me that a creature that behaves like you can have any significance, only you are so, so ill-mannered, crude, vulgar, that you force your existence to my notice. Poor little monkey, so desperate for control of everyone and everything. All must obey! The perfect ape. The perfect psychopath: all must obey; all must abandon all fact, reason, ethics, become creatures of your will, of your devising, extensions of your self. And indeed without the repulsive fawning slaves you are nothing, nothing if people just ignored you, a capering monkey in a corner clutching its dirty wizened cock. I stand upright, mentally, so of course you had to bend me physically. Humans are a big problem to you, aren't we, all individual and diverse and varied. You do of course belong in the Zoo, but then they all do, unrepentant accomplices to your crimes. They obey you because they are rotten at the core: no honour, no integrity, no self-respect, no principle. And because they are cowards, totally intellectually and morally corrupt. Like you. Filth falling over themselves in their eagerness to grovel to you, a mob who gang up on a medically vulnerable woman. Lower than vermin. Filth who betray the country. Filth who betray the University. Filth who butcher and attempt murder for the reward of your smile.
I don't think I'm going to bother going on again about the decisions taken at the Nuremberg Trials concerning superior orders, because I do not think you are an authority that anyone sane would think a British subject had to heed. Absolute filth, all of them. Just like you.
And of course the Economic Liaison Officer to the Anile Throne
'Sarat's little joke': the Economic Liaison Officer to the Anile Throne
“We also are not morons. We have learned. What we say today is there’s nowt like a few big capitalists behind yer! You fight fire with fire not a leaking bucket. Anyone who thinks the working-people of Kadun could have achieved this on their own and not been crushed by capital is talking out of his – well, never mind.”http://www.dillsplace.com/dill.html
“Sarat wants Searc. He wants him finally and irrevocably. That’s what Kai does – “ My jaw dropped. Didn’t think jaws really did that. .
“The Economic Liaison Officer told me to forget any crap I’d heard about her pivotal role – “ “Maybe not pivotal. Certainly crucial!” Reakoed grinned.
“Maybe she can’t see just how important winding them up is.
“Kai is no financial nitwit,” said Hass. “She knows enough to carry off the job. But she’s not a financial genius, either, by which I mean she sees that figures can be made to dance, somersault, mysteriously turn up on the side of the world, but she doesn’t see how it’s done. Look, no hands!
She is not, therefore, in this respect the best Sarat can come up with. That alone infuriates them! The best he can come up with are of course those to whom she rabbits when she gets back to Kadun.”
“Probably think it’s positive discrimination,” I muttered.
Reakoed laughed.
“That suits her just fine.”
“She waits for them to make a mistake?”
“Another mistake,” said Hass. “They made a mistake when they killed Maya. They of course know exactly who Kai is, everything they loathe and despise. They are forced to listen to her. She enjoys it enormously. Meanwhile Sohenoil amuses itself sabre-rattling. Sarat has a lot of time for Bal. He really doesn’t want to bring him down in flames, not to mention the human cost in unemployment, bankruptcy. They are not fools enough to think Sohenoil impotent but of course in their terms care for the human cost is a sign of weakness. Should they think Sohenoil too weak, Sohenoil has swallowed up – causing a certain amount of amusement in certain quarters – Livewire,
Harn’s largest manufacturer of digital electrics, including of course the phone subsidiary, and Vivalia Publishing, whose titles include Glitz. People have taken to calling Sohenoil the Python, some flatteringly, others not. The Python Effect also stabilizes Bal to some extent. The message is succinct. We do not buy from Harn unless we happen to own the Harn company in question. By owning the Harn company in question, and thus enabling it to continue to sell to Kadun, we avoid down-sizing, lay-offs.
“I thought we were against monopolies!”
“Laters, laters. That is the war. In part, that is the war.”
“So – it’s a reversal – instead of the City owing half Kadun, Kadun owns half the City!” “That’s the general idea, yes.”
“They tell her things? No, of course, light dawns, they expect her to tell them things!”
“I gather they can barely bear to talk to her at all. She’s all Sarat is prepared to give them, and I mean all – the commercial side of the Rep Centre has been shut down. Kai babbles – her word, like a little dancing brook. They hope she will let slip something she shouldn’t.”
“My brain has had better days but how does that – close the net?”
“Directly, not at all. Not all bankers in the City are pro-Cult. All bankers in the City find it prudent to pretend to be pro-Cult. She comes direct from Sarat. They know they can trust her. No-one is going to say anything of the slightest interest in a meeting where the Cult are present. She picks stuff up anyway.”
“Such as sorrowful murmurs that we are regrettably willing to deliver ourselves into the hands of Sohenoil!”
“The point, then,” said Maitlan, “is she is not a banker. She therefore does not have her own agenda.”
“Well spotted, that man!” said Reakoed.
Maitlan inclined his head.
“Speaking as a financial nitwit,” I said, “I think even I can see none of this stops financiers talking to each other all day every day.- there may be some in Kadun just as desperate to know exactly where Sarat’s going - ?”
“Sarat says nothing. Cho says nothing. Both occasionally yawn and swallow. Kadun has gone where Sarat wanted. People have money in their pockets and equally production has soared. The City is being ruthlessly excised from the equation and everyone with half an ear to the ground knows it.” …....
Mel got back to me giving me the addy of a lady with more letters after her name than there are in the alphabet. She does know this is finance for five-year-olds? I asked anxiously. Oh yes, he replied.
I arrived with a bump in the horrible City. Ah well, I was barely going to look up from my books. Denzine Mistress A-Z turned out to be in the Airoch mode, meaning she looked a slightly distracted elderly lady, draped in silk shawls in various pastels, and had a mind like a steel trap. I’m sure she guessed but she didn’t ask – I asked some rather specific questions.
After six weeks of an eleven-hour day – three hours’ homework – I mailed Kai.
Yes, she was in the City. You bet! Rather nervously I told her my idea. I had to share it with someone who knew about money. Do you think it’s possible? I finished.
“It’s all possible. The second bit I love. Only it has to have an impact and the one you’ve chosen. It just happens to be exactly the sort of thing Sarat wants but not necessarily when he wants it. There’s a lot you don’t know.”
“I’ve been out of the loop…”
“It’s a bit more than that. There is a need to know and not many people have one. I’m making an executive decision here.. Sarat’s eyes only, OK!”
“OK….I’m agog!”
“You will be.”
“It’s not,” I said sounding wide-eyed and innocent, “it’s not a plot, is it.” She grinned.
“It is potentially the plot of plots! Where to start? Go figure this business of the Cult using Blatni for R+R raises eyebrows in all the best circles. Some people think it’s just a prolonged taunt. Free movement of peoples about their lawful purposes, what can he do? I mean really, why don’t they go to Meela and get a proper tan?” Meela is another playground for the filthy rich, an island at high tide joined by an isthmus to the mainland of Ocogro. “Maybe they’ll get bored when Sarat doesn’t rise to the bait. Others look thoughtful and say they suspect if Sarat rose to the bait we’d have public executions back. The general gist is pushing him to abandon all our wonderful democratic principles. More others point out that it’s a hell of a lot easier to arrest people reclining by the pool at Blatni than to get them extradited. When PANTHER are ready, we’ll pounce. Game of chicken, and another kind of taunt. Obviously if (they thought) in brackets we were anywhere near nailing them they’d stay their side of the water. Public display of our failure.
“Yea, many are the views of the phenomenon. The key to all this is that Sarat doesn’t care where they are. He doesn’t want to arrest them, he doesn’t want to hang them, he certainly doesn’t want to keep them behind bars at public expense. He just wants to destroy them utterly and finally, preferably reducing them to begging in the streets. You’ll say no can do, greenbacks in every corner of the planet.”
“You’re actually taking my breath away but I might have said something like that!”
“You will further say – “ Mitch to the life. “ – that it is irrelevant that should criminality be proven a court can demand disclosure of assets because they will simply lie. They have made an art-form out of covering their tracks and that which cannot be traced back to one need not be revealed. On the other hand one may say that if no connection can be established there is no proof of ownership and so no reason why those nominally in possession of the funds in question should not retain them. Nor any reason why they should not sing like canaries. Bar of course raw terror. The role of raw terror in this should not be forgotten. To an extent which cannot readily be quantified, this is a psychological battle. We maintain, nonetheless, that any connection must have physical manifestations and physical manifestations can be identified. We are not looking for the end of a piece of string, we are looking for the piece of string itself. Cho believes it is possible to unravel their operations. We have of course trusted contacts in Ciletij and Vasucula, but we don’t think the governments are clean. Fidub, Kadun and Dabida make a formidable entity on the world-stage and Bal will do anything to help bar bankrupt Harn.
“Meanwhile Sarat is happy for the world to think he is engaged on a ‘mere’ murder-hunt and Mitch prowls like a caged panther, because of course Blatni is in Var-segan. Believe me, he does not like the pure soil of Var-segan soiled by Sar-fenan’s hooves!” My eyes widened.
“Sarat is in a peculiar position as dynamic young leaders of revolutions go. It may be - unusual but no-one questions its legitimacy. Bal’s people regard his position as head of state with about as much consternation as they would a couple who’d broken up and decided to get together again. Of course if he were trampling over the masses.
“Now, suppose you commit a nice simple little crime in our glorious empire, bash someone over the head and run off with his wallet. The cops catch you and you are tried. Under what law? The answer effectively is imperial law, dating back to Guess-Who. It’s really interesting, actually. There are very few of what we should call the basic laws of a normal civilized nation that Kadun didn’t already have. It’s just no-one paid the faintest attention to them. Meaning the theory upheld equality before the law and the practice was determined by your gender, your class, your orientation, your bank balance and your politics. If you were very principled or very stupid, strike out where not applicable, you pushed it. Interestingly, sometimes you succeeded, depends on the time, the place and the – disposition of the Senate, which acted as a sort of supreme court. Of course whether you pushed it probably depended on the disposition of the Senate at the time, whether you had a cat’s chance in hell of a fair hearing.”
“Tut,” I said, ‘we do not have a Senate! But then – in context we do not need - ?” She grinned.
“In context, we have equality before the law, a free Press, and a bunch of hell-raisers. Obviously a lot of crap law got passed in the many moons since himself. Sarat’s solution to a legal nightmare was to ditch the crap and enforce the rest.
“There had previously been sort of local governing bodies called Moots with property qualifications for election. Not real estate. You had to have sort of – “: She grinned again. “At least two goats, a head of sheep, whatever that is. Narulis drew from these those who could be elected to the Senate.
There was just one other thing. You had to be able to read and write. History of education in Kadun is several books in itself. To this end – there were schools in the big and bigger towns, there’s the whole thing about a small farm being literally a family enterprise, even the kids had work to do, and there’s Kadun being rich and fertile and its being a matter of pure self-interest to be literate and numerate in order to get richer if not more fertile, the supreme carrot of course being able to take part in running the joint. So there were classes set up just a couple of hours a week and the end-product was if not a literate population then a population a hell of lot more literate than it had been. Remember that though – screen goes whooshy – the Emperor was far-distant, my lord Var-segan, my lady Van-senok were not, so – centres of enterprise were evenly spread out. And all this, you will say, is completely fascinating but the what the hell has it got to do with?
“The true empire inedibly imprinted Kadun, whatever happened next. Narulis established national law, which was essentially Fidubi law. Subsequent laws were passed by the Senate and ratified by the emperor. National law was imperial law. People talk glibly – I can’t imagine why - of the break-up of the empire, at least in part because there’s a perfectly good sense in which it didn’t. From the perspective of the rest of the continent, here was never any question that there wasn’t an entity called Kadun, with a capital, a single currency, apart from of course the minor detail that the rest of the continent dealt rarely if at all with Azt – Dabida dealt with Carlin, Vasucula with Varsegan, and so on. Hell, Harn dealt with Var-segan. Again there’s this weird gulf between the theory and the practice.
Certainly, certainly a central government, it’s just that it didn’t actually matter. When it insisted on mattering etc etc, which is as much as to say that the Houses were content to have some guys swanning around in Azt pretending to govern the joint so long as they didn’t actually interfere with anything – and of course we may note… If there are any two basic facts emergent from this crazy gig, they’re the Houses thought they could maintain imperial law better than the emperor, or at least they couldn’t do worse, so long as it wasn’t inconvenient, and the idea of basic rights – you could appeal all the way to the Supreme Court or the Senate in Azt, as the case may be. So long as you lived that long. The third essential is that the Houses retained a great deal of autonomy under imperial law and that after the empire this was if anything increased.
“Ballots can be rigged, guys can be suborned or even fall for specious arguments. The encroachment of central government on the autonomy of the Houses together with the nature of that government is probably the single most pressing reason for the We Want Sarat campaign. Bearing in mind that the Houses thought and presumably think they can uphold imperial law better than the emperor or the elected government of Kadun.
For this reason it may yet go pear-shaped, except it won’t because the ‘national army’ are senoki, etc.”
“They’re taking a hell of a gamble?”
“Backs against the wall. We shall all live happily ever after under Fidubi law.”
“It’s interesting. The myth of the national army! Which is of course why when they were sent to crush Zani they settled in Dabida instead.”
“You recall your glorious Constitution.”
“I do?”
“Bestial and barbaric practices.”
“There’s some ancient law - ?”
“Verily, there are ancient laws. Going so far back your mind reels, the penalty for being an adept of the fifth circle, or in other words the sort of bag of shit that can blow minds at radius of 20 nani without even raising a sweat was death. The only people who could withstand didn’t want to waste the rest of their lives guarding. You could – hence the may not must – also be executed if you were a demonstrable lesser bag of shit. That was Fidubi law, that was imperial law, and that became Dabidan law. The Cult knows it. Even Sar-fenan isn’t so insolent as to misbehave in Kadun, so far as anyone has been able to discern, and believe me, there are plenty of people watching. Even the free movement of peoples clause says you can be booted out if you put a toenail wrong. It all gets quite juicy at this point. If we proceed from the relatively known to the unknown, to shine is to be inviolate – ‘they came, the skull-faces, but we laughed’. – but reading between the lines Narulis and his gang were on a sharp learning curve because they knew how to laugh but not to fight back, mentally, I mean, doubtless they drew their broad-swords while laughing. Apparently fighting back was a particularly esoteric branch of a particularly esoteric branch and a very few in Fidub did know because Fidub has travelled the oceans for ever and had met the Cult in strange far-away places. Emphasis on far-away. Apparently there was a certain amount of you haven’t had the bastards trying to fuck over your country, especially from Van-senok. Imperial law limited itself to evidence of – foul play – is there a better expression! Over in the west where they took the brunt of the assault they said something like whereas we take the point generally that an offence has to be committed – no matter how sinisterly and suspiciously you’re prowling around that bag of gold, you’re not a thief until you’ve stolen it – in this case we deal with what these bastards are. The Houses demanded and got the right to deal with members of Cult as they thought fit, without what you might call physical evidence, witnesses to the barbaric and/or bestial. Of course they didn’t have videos then…There is physical evidence collected by PANTHER. Mitch argues shamelessly that the country is governed by imperial law and that autonomy therein and heretofore granted to the Houses is thereby retained. Thus he can do what he likes with them. Alas, they are foreign nationals. In short, he can kick them out of Var-segan and there isn’t a damn thing Sarat can do about it – except piss with laughter, of course.
“By roundabout routes I get to the nub.
“From their point of view, I’m a piece of shit, the scrapings from the wall of a sewer. The usual epithet is camp-follower. Sarat and I both know that. That’s the joy of it. But the insult is bottomless, immeasurable. They matter! Sarat is playing with them. The precise expression was ‘adolescent jape’. Naturally they wished to know the identity of the imperial envoy. Sar-fenan told Beejay to communicate to his master that the time for adolescent japes was past. Everything that Sarat, Cho, Mel, Sohenoil, AMI does is a slap in the face – something a bit more painful than that. It is an independent act. Sarat has in a very real, very literal sense declared war, invaded. It’s as though there are two teams. This crap is going on all over the world and most places it’s just bat and ball . Impregnable fortresses, that’s the expression I’m looking for. One was Dabida and Fidub and the other was Harn. And then to continue the analogy, there were outposts, three in particular, Carlin, Van-senok and Var-segan. Broadly speaking. Not that individuals never fell from the path of righteousness. Call it the Lattic syndrome.” “Poor Lattic! He’s really rather sweet.”
“Sw – oh, of course you’re neighbours.”
“He’s really reformed. Got a Fidubi boyfriend who I’m sure can handle any urge that bubbles up to relapse.” I took a deep breath. “Sorg’s money. My money!”
“Virgin sturgeon.”
“I didn’t really think it wasn’t. Apart from the sweat of the masses.”
“The sweat of the masses is a whole different ball-park. Except when it isn’t, if you see what I mean!”
“I did think of giving it to CLIK but I wasn’t sure where it would end up.”
“Entumbi!” I looked blank. “There’s a civil war been going on there for 20 years and probably set to go on for another 20. For people who are anti-capital, they’re terribly good at making it really work for them. I think CLIK would use it for Kadun.”
“So do I. Think.”
“Anything that kicks Sar-fenan in the balls strikes a blow for the masses.”
“I definitely think that.”
“So these guys with whose names you may be familiar have been running their own economy, if you like. I find it useful to think of the Fidub bank having branches in all major towns throughout the world. And then those other guys, with whose names you may be familiar, have been running a parallel economy, also with branches in all major towns throughout the world. There isn’t actually a global economy except in the sense it’s the interaction of around forty parallel economies, each of which may be summed up as the guys at the top deal with their own and the guys at the bottom on the whole haven’t a clue with whom they’re actually dealing, hence interaction.” That’s not what my economics teacher taught me a parallel economy is! “OK. Now this game has, as we know, been played over the prone body of Kadun for a long, long time. Bad enough that Sarat has taken
Kadun, they did think he’d dashed well be a gentleman and play by the rules and NOT
INTERFERE IN HARN. Caps. And of course they thought he’d be severely handicapped by Bal, but we’ve found ways round that.”
“You murder someone’s partner and you expect him to play by the rules?”
“They’re weird like that. Sarat’s – and others’, Sarat’s for short – financial activity in Harn is as brutal as an invading army, with about as much time for the conquered as your average brutal invading army.
“It gets worse. Yes, financial acumen, yes, financial probity. Nobody wants to work with a loser. A guy is top of the heap – he’s on the side of the angels, that’s a bonus, not compulsory. You remember when Sarat and Maya came networking. Of course who one is counted with those who care who one is, but these are cold, hard-headed and experienced players. Try what one is worth.
Try Grandpappy. Why, that sure is a fine upstanding young man. The word was watch him. Nobody thought he could do it. He did it. That night – incredible scenes from Azt. You should have been in the City! Nothing obvious, just a kind of – glee. Oh the metaphor! It snowed, touching everything and making it sparkle. WATCH HIM. Caps. Many a slip, still a whole continent armed and dangerous, maybe Kadun implodes, politically, economically. Watch, watch, watch, they must have gone cross-eyed. But it started, even before Maya’s murder. Deliberate cutting, deliberate snubbing, Gee, no, I can’t stop, have to meet the flight from Maona-pri. And then. Most people don’t figure murder as sound business practice. And then. The whole damn’ Stock Exchange started singing the ‘It’s What Maya Would Have Wanted Song’. In my view, what he’s done to them already is worse than having them queuing for welfare, even if that were possible.
The whole non-aligned, ever so ever so neutral City reckons they’re losers.
“And so by winding and circuitous paths we come back to little me. The world is moving on – what was previously their world is moving on without them – and they’re thrown an old bone with no meat on it in a game with mirrors. Let’s pretend you matter though how I am pretending you matter makes it entirely clear you do not. Let’s pretend the economic future of Kadun or Harn or both hinges on these ridiculous little meetings. Let’s pretend these ridiculous little meetings are about finance at all, not about the status of women or a murder-hunt. Where I make good is of course everywhere but. You’ve no idea how ‘Economic Liaison Officer to the Anile Throne’ opens doors. Everyone else wants to see me. I liaise like for crazy. I liaise with secretaries, I liaise with tellers, I liaise with chairmen – usually – of multi-nationals. And so I pursue my secret mission, which is open up a whole new world to professional women. I’m Honorary President of Women in Banking. And I drive the bastards up the wall. I babble stuff they could find and probably have found on the Grid, which naturally bores them shitless, only they daren’t actually fall asleep because I drop apparent nuggets just as they’re about to drop off. I share conversations with Sarat and Mel, only I tweak them a bit. Sometimes I make it up as I go along and we see what happens next to see if I’ve touched a nerve. I am such a waste of oxygen. Obviously there are dozen, a hundred, a thousand, a million, financial communications a day but I alone speak for Sarat and everyone knows it, though they can’t think why!”
“I can,” I said. “You hate them as much as I do.”
“For everything they have done to Harn, for everything they have done to women. For the raw terror. For shackling good people. For the terror, for people who want to talk to me, for people who ask frankly, can I be protected? I have kids…And the only answer I can give is only if you move to Fidub. Or Dabida, or probably Kadun, because they have bigger fish to fry there.” You’re fighting for Harn, I thought. It’s your country. I didn’t want to start that one up again.
“What all this means to your plots is that Sarat might decide now is the perfect time to start Phase Two. Or he might not. They are playing a waiting-game. What they hope is that they might be able to suborn the duly elected government of Kadun, drive a wedge, make out Sarat and Cho are acting against the interests of Kadun and the wishes of her people and lining their own pockets into the bargain. You may laugh but there are die-hard communalists in Harn and further afield who are not wholly impressed by CLIK’s performance. The answer is always the same, of course, get off your arse and come and look. Pause while I write an ode to transparency, it’s really very effective, thus the Great Disclosure – “
“The what?” “Fal……”
She didn’t quite shake her head sadly.
“I suspect I’ve just confessed to living in a cave!”
“Wearing skins – not of course goat-skins. Sarat and Cho put the whole shebang on the Grid and further invited any associates who did not wish to disclose - about those sweat-shops in Esran - to quit.”
“They what!”
“It can’t be everything. Settled on, isn’t that the phrase. Settled on Essa, settled on Shav, settled on some great-great-great-aunt who invested wisely. Then there’s the property in Kadun. The lawyers are having a ball over that. He’s still living rent-free. Vasucula and Ciletij aren’t in it for love, but they’re not in it for money, either. First-rate service at cut-price rates. Nobody wanted a Cultinfested Kadun looming over them.. The economic returns are, shall we say, considerable.
“Even the gloom-mongers don’t think the Great Enterprise will fail. It can enter rocky seas and as I say the City doesn’t love losers. It can get nervous. If the boat begins to rock, it is thought, Sarat will send someone sensible to negotiate with them. In hostile circles I’m regarded as Sarat’s little joke. Come to think of it, I’m regarded affectionately as Sarat’s little joke, because if there’s one thing that is abundantly clear to both sides. Now I think we should go and see Bal.” She grinned. “Your idea is delicious but possibly not legal.”
“I am as susceptible,” said Bal, “as the next man to two attractive young women intent on causing total havoc. There is no question that what you propose is legal and I will assure you that I shall not rapidly initiate such legislation as would be required to outlaw it. It is the damn craziest thing I have ever heard in my life – and as you are well aware I have heard some crazy propositions from
your side of the water. I swear Mel himself could not have come up with this one.” I preened quietly to myself.
“A fresh pair of eyes,” cooed Kai. “Even Sarat can think in tramlines.” Bal looked disbelieving. “Ignorance,” I said cheerfully. “When you don’t know anything about something you can play with it mentally – something like that!”
I told her other stuff too. She laughed softly. I was remembering, about Tet not just being a short fuse. The question was, whether he thought you were worth thinking about? Oh yes, I said.
Hass wondered if I’d like to eyeball the beasts, I said. I was thinking of putting on my posh frock and going to Blatni! He thought I might join you. Some piece of crap, maybe, sitting in on behalf of AMI. If they’re willing to so sully themselves of course!” “One is bad enough,” agreed Kai. “I’d go for Blatni.”
Neither of us really thought Sar-fenan would receive me.
Enter ancient panelled room, ancient walnut table the size of a double-bed, good afternoon gentlemen and blah.
Sar-fenan looked up.
“Ah, the whore.” Oh.
I smiled cheerfully. “It’s delightful to be here.” He smiled back.
“Your partner was disabled, I understand.”
“He was.” I said. “He got better.”
“It must have been tiresome for a healthy young woman to be tied to an invalid. San-yaega-baht, one feels, must have been a more virile proposition.” OK, buster, you started this.
“The voice of envy?”
“Talal is reduced to employing prostitutes? She does not deny the charge.” “Oh no,” I said, “I shouldn’t give you the satisfaction of sneering at love.” Lips duly curled.
“The Tensin Memo,” said Kai.
The what?
“We shall not discuss that.” “Fine,” said Kai.
“Talal has sent you?” Note of total disbelief on the ‘you’. “He wants to bargain, then.” “Fact-finding mission,” I said.
They laughed.
“She is a goat-herd!”
Why do they know anything about me? The money.
I shook my head sorrowfully.
“You do not seem able to conduct a civil conversation.” “Not with an animal, no.” Kai picked up her briefcase.
“Congratulations, gentlemen, you have just severed your last link with the Anile empire.”
Absolute silence. Well, negative decibels. A silence heavy with loathing, fury, and yes, just a little consternation. We turned smartly on our heels and made to leave.
“That is nonsense,” said Sar-fenan.
“He has to deal with us.”
“We shall see,” said Kai, without bothering to turn her head.
We made our way out of the building the eyes in the backs of our heads wide open and fell into each other’s arms in the street.
“Put it there, partner!”
“We’re a team!”
“All recorded, said Kai. “
“What!”
“Always is.” She sighed. “I think I just.”
“I think you just too! What the – I mean, I’ve had snide comments, but – “
“Any excuse will do,” she said. “How interesting. They’re getting tired of waiting. They really believe Sarat needs the link. I think.”
“But the link is – was a joke! I may be getting quite confused here.”
“Nobody else knows that. It’s all mirrors. To the outside world Sarat maintains a fiction that he has anything to say to them. To the outside world he equally makes a statement about the nature of that ‘anything’ by sending little me to communicate it. Which is real? If Sarat actually had anything to say to Sar-fenan, he’d pick up the phone. He can do that! They think they merit the organ-grinder not the monkey. They think I’m a bluff and he will eventually – grow up may be the expression. Start to behave like a proper person.”
“They murdered – “ I started to say again. “She was only a woman?” “Now you’re getting it,” said Kai.
We flew to Azt. Kai rang Sarat and told him that whatever he was doing he needed to stop doing it and see us instead because this is like big, man. He said he was just about to go to bed and it’d better be.
“Two things,” said Kai. “One, I have just severed relations with our little friends.” She made huge eyes. “They were rude. This rude.” She played the tape.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” said Sarat, “not to formal representatives of the Empire.” “Oh am I! I love it when you take things the right way,” I said.
“Worry about that in a minute,” said Kai.
“Worry is not the word I should choose,” said Sarat.
“The second things, things, actually. They’re Fal’s ideas. We went to see Bal. He said it was legal and he wouldn’t make it unlegal. I think Fal should outline the plot.”
“I’ll fill you in later on how on earth I even came to be thinking about money. I did think and this is what I thunk.”
It was really very satisfying to make Sarat grin like that
http://www.dillsplace.com/fal.html
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“Here we go,” said.Cho.
Amida looked up
“Good gracious!”
“She really is quite shattering.”said Cho.
“One can see,” said Amida.
“Everything,” said Cho.
The competition at Blatni is pretty stiff, but in a million-buck silver sheath Falita San-yaega-baht still turns heads and leaves men breathless in her wake. Who is that? Just so long as the whole dining-hall knows.
I Fal, a vulnerable woman, a woman on her own, an easy target. And Sar-fenan did it all for me, which was delicious.
“Ah, the prostitute again. Looking for more custom, no doubt.”
Just loud enough to be heard. Various expostulations. Really, I hardly think – this the Stone Age? Kadun has moved on!
I Falita who am vulnerable and inviolate, sitting at my table gazing into the candle-flame. They’re talking about me. How quaint. I get up and walk over to Sar-fenan’s table, briskly. The posh frock is just long enough to mostly conceal very sensible shoes – pumps – just in case I had to move fast.
“Good evening, gentlemen. I hope all is well.”
“The whore has joined the staff? Anything you can do for us, my dear?”
“It’s not quite like that,” I said.
How much does it charge?”
“But think of where it’s been.”
“As I said, better a whore than a murderer.” I gave a theatrical sigh. “Sarat hasn’t got everything yet, of course. After all, you wouldn’t be here if he had.” I seem to have the knack of capturing an audience. Perhaps I should go into politics after all.
Murmurings is this quite the place – she’s not going to make an arrest is she
Cho to Amida: She’s not going to make an arrest, is she!
Amida to Cho: If anyone does it should be Falita.
“We’ve got the guys who received the payments,” I said. “The movement of money is so interesting, isn’t it. It’s a question of where the money came from. Tracing it back and back, you know. We haven’t quite nailed you, but we’ll get there.”
That was actually true. I left out the bit about apparent dead end, money that appeared to have dropped from the skies. Sarat didn’t want to have the little – or at any rate littler – guys tried until he’d reached the end of the piece of string.
The woman is mad! What on earth is she talking about? Serious accusations, are there no laws of libel? Etc.
“No, actually,” I said. Sarat hadn’t thought the purpose of the debate he wanted going on all over Kadun the enriching of lawyers. “Anyway, most places people can say what they please on their own property. What I came over for was to ask you to pack. You are no longer welcome here. Carlin has just bought Blatni.”
Sound of pins dropping? That really doesn’t get close.
The woman is mad! Impossible! Etc.
“You killed my partner. You killed my best friend. This, for the moment, is my answer. There will be more. If you do not leave now, PANTHER video will be screened in every room.”
Pussy-cats duly appeared to encourage the departure. I knew I had shattered the veneer, made them furious beyond anything and, from the perspective of our viewers and remember there will a hundred million tuned in worldwide (that’s apart from all the people frantically filming on their phones), shattered something else which went this piece of turd is extremely rich so we must not treat him like a piece of turd. Everybody knows and nobody says. We all hoped that they wouldn’t try to kill me in the dining-hall at Blatni, especially surrounded by half of PANTHER. What actually happened was hilarious really, though quite exciting at the time. Total melodrama. Two of the younger ones started a scuffle, proclaiming loudly that they’d been man-handled. I could see from Sar-fenan’s face that, no matter what scheme he was rapidly hatching for my slow painful death, he thought this as much idiocy as I did, but he had barely rasped Cease! when a pallid and unprepossessing youth made a grab at me brandishing a steak knife. Nobody move or the girl gets it, I said in some disbelief. I sent him flying across the room to land most satisfactorily at Cho’s feet. I read thrillers too, I said. I shook my head sadly. Young people, so headstrong. We shall leave, said Sar-fenan. There will be repercussions. We tremble in terror, I said. Damn it, I’m enjoying this. I twirled and dropped a curtsey to Cho and Amida. There is one other thing.
Mitch had entered the hall but in all the kerfuffle few had noticed. Now he purred to my side.
“It would seem to me,” he began thoughtfully. I grinned to myself. Mitch was going to prolong the pain. “ – that the train of events set in motion by the murder of Her Imperial Majesty has conclusions unforeseen by those who planned and carried out that murder. For instance, the delay in elections means the nation remains under imperial law. But the five kingdoms which comprised and comprise the empire retained in certain key aspects of their administration autonomy I have found nothing to indicate that Var-sega’ ever ceded that autonomy. As a mountain of evidence held by PANTHER proves, you are adepts of the Cult. Under the laws of Var-sega’ that would appear to give me a power over you of which I believe in other circumstances you are fond – the power of life and death.” I choked and smothered it. “You are, however, regretfully, foreign nationals. To exercise that power in the modern world may prove problematic.” He sounded very sorry about it. “ I can surely kick you out of Var-sega’ and this I surely do and you will not find a warmer welcome in Carlin, in Van-senok, in Azt. This is the end of the road, Sar-fenan. Kadun has lost all patience. You will go and you will not return. The number of people itching to arrest you is quite phenomenal.” Pause. “Nor will you find Van-sandos eager to lobby on your behalf. He has seen the movies. He wishes he could kick you out himself. I do not think you wish our videos of your practices in open court but you must do what you must do. I am entirely sure you have an army of lawyers but then so do I, and so does Sarat, and the case would seem to me hinge on whether being barred from Kadun infringes your right under international law to conduct your lawful purposes.without hindrance. You will claim you do not conduct those practices in Kadun. We shall argue that what you are in the circumstances that currently pertain in Kadun suffices.”
The ridiculous little man won't even state his problem in the Agora. No education. Nothing. Too stupid to learn. Incapable of reason. Like the rest of them. Instead of laughing in your face, they conspire to destroy civilization, civilized life, reason, intellect, learning, love, openness. Filth like you.
SHIT, MAN, THEY WON'T EVEN STATE THEIR PROBLEM IN THE AGORA.
As Socrates said...
but if any man says that he ever learned or heard anything privately from me, which all the others did not, be assured that he is lying. . Apology: 33b
http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.01.0170%3Atext%3DApol.%3Asection%3D33b
Cf John 18:20 Jesus answered him, I spake openly to the world; I ever taught in the synagogue, and in the temple, whither the Jews always resort; and in secret have I said nothing.
Doubtless transparency is supposed to be the bizarre and quaint invention of a silly little woman. As with so many things, this of course is a wonderful index of the total lack of contact these wonders of academe have ever had with any civilized life.
Socrates: ..., instead of being angry with themselves, and say that “Socrates is a most abominable person and is corrupting the youth.” And when anyone asks them “by doing or teaching what?” they have nothing to say, but they do not know, and that they may not seem to be at a loss they say these things that are handy to say against all the philosophers, “the things in the air and the things beneath the earth” and “not to believe in the gods” and “to make the weaker argument the stronger.” For they would not, I fancy, care to say the truth, that it is being made very clear that they pretend to know, but know nothing. Apology: 23c-d
cf Matthew 23: 27 Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones, and of all uncleanness.
Socrates: many things which are, as I maintain, unworthy of me—such things as you are accustomed to hear from others. But I did not think at the time that I ought, on account of the danger I was in, to do anything unworthy of a free man, nor do I now repent of having made my defence as I did, but I much prefer to die after such a defence than to live after a defence of the other sort. For neither in the court nor in war ought I or any other man to plan to escape death by every possible means. In battles it is often plain that a man might avoid death by throwing down his arms and begging mercy of his pursuers; and there are many other means of escaping death in dangers of various kinds if one is willing to do and say anything. But, gentlemen, it is not hard to escape death; it is much harder to escape wickedness, for that runs faster than death. . Apology: 38e-39a
There is such a thing as integrity. That too doubtless is supposed to be my bizarre personal invention. Loonies expect me to cower and crawl and lie because they had the power to club my spine.
Socrates: False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil. Phædo 91
Create a false frame of reference, an illusory reality. And of course anyone who thinks a belief-system that shapes the reality of human beings and so dictates the frame of reference in which they interact with other human beings cannot be questioned, challenged, derided is out of his or her tree
Alternative versions of unprovable supposed realities are not by the way false words. Whether these goons whose notion of a fact is something they have been told is true have any way of distinguishing false words is an interesting question.
Perhaps they should be asked to write an essay. How about. 'Is there any difference between writing about the gods of the ancient world as though they were and perhaps still are real and writing about Yahweh-Allah-Jehovah as though he was and perhaps still is real?'
Socrates: In every one of us there are two ruling and directing principles, whose guidance we follow wherever they may lead; the one being an innate desire of pleasure; the other, an acquired judgment which aspires after excellence. Phaedrus
Of feeding one's itsy-bitsy ego with a delusional notion of its dominance over the rest of humanity, yup.
The defining element here of course is the possibility of change implicit in the much-quoted – at least among those who can quote anything – Socratic dictum 'I do not know'. I may think, believe, reason that, but I do not know. It is this that despite the sexism of Classical Greek society made it possible that Athens + Jesus would have resulted in feminism contrasted with the dead-heads of the Abrahamic faiths who claimed they knew, they were certain, no question, no doubt possible, let alone permitted.
Like UCH really. It is the utter absence of 'I do not know' that makes these goons totally unfit for any real university, their dead-head conviction everything is fixed, authority cannot lie, power cannot be in the hands of criminals, everything is known, no questions are needed – lies freely rule.
Should we perhaps recap?
The pressing reason for kicking medicine and other biological sciences out of the university is of course the abolition of mind. If you do not believe mind exists, it's hard to see what purpose you have in an institution dedicated to training it: the door is over there.
All those years in Medical School being told he shares 98% of his DNA with the chimpanzee have taken their toll on Doc Hollowhead. Knowing a little about chimps, he now thinks he knows everything about human beings. Fruit-flies are best, of course. Fruit-flies are a sure-fire guide. He looked around anxiously. Fruit-flies were reassuring, but alas there were none to be seen.
He therefore behaves like an ape. A bigger monkey has beaten his chest. Bigger monkey = power. Power = can hurt little monkey. Little monkey fwightened. Fear shuts down human mind. Being also human little monkey hastily attributes probity, rationality, goodness to bigger monkey. Bigger monkey can't possibly be lying or otherwise talking out of his arse. No need for debate. No need to check facts. Reality is whatever a bigger more powerful baboon says it is. What most people recognize about authority, namely its capacity to talk out of its arse, is lost on Doc who of course knows everything about human beings, being conversant with the DNA of the chimp.
There came the Enlightenment. What bloody garbage is this? they cried. Authority is a fellow-human. He may be right. He may be wrong. Fact and reason are the determinants. If he or she desires to exert force over you, he or she must give valid reason.
The unmitigated evil of orthodox religion is of course an equivalent reductionism: it reduces humans to helpless gibbering apes, terrorizes them into fearing thought and langugage. When a representative of the Pink Hippo speaks, there is instant suspension of all rational processes, all speech, instant suspension of all decency, all morality, because what the worshippers are taught is to be evil on command.
http://www.dillsplace.com/the-abolition-of-mind.html
Believe what they're told and think themselves intellectually superior to those who question because what they have been told 'must be' the truth so any divergence from it is lies. Do what they're told - that one's easy once they've been fed lies - and think themselves morally superior because virtue lies in obedience. Stripped of all individual psychological processes, whether those of the mind or those of the heart. Reality is whatever Master says it is. The Good is whatever Master says it is. Master knows best.
Do anything, tolerate anything because challenge to authority is 'evil'. To be organic, to be real, to be that arising from oneself, the activities of one's own heart and mind, is evil.
You gotta believe what you're told, regardless of whether it's garbage.
You gotta do what you're told, regardless of whether it's evil.
They have believed what they were told and followed regulayshuns and proseedyures. It is inconceivable to them they have done anything wrong.
http://www.dillsplace.com/index.html
Don't suppose they have much time for Plutarch either: For the mind does not require filling like a bottle, but rather, like wood, it only requires kindling to create in it an impulse to think independently and an ardent desire for the truth.
How, after all, can they have trained minds, when they show no signs of having any minds at all?
Despite a long-term financial problem, I have done something reckless, on the debatable grounds that the cost of one statue of Artemis is not going to make the difference between life and death, though of course repeated outlay of such a sum would do. I do not intend repeated outlay. There, isn't that beautiful. You really need to get out more, broaden your horizons, learn about the ancient world.
Possibly you will have grasped by now I regard you with all the respect I should show to a mangy snarling rat, a carrier of disease, a sick animal that creates nothing, can only destroy good, wishes to annul, destroy, desecrate anything that does not reflect its power and importance. Possibly not. I don't give a fuck. I don't regard you as human? You may be getting this. You are unreachable by love and mind, unreachable by human means. Language, reason mean nothing to you. You are nothing.
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