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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
- Understanding
- Oh and because I know you're thick...
- Another scalp for the sick-boys
- So, pig-bitch
- Pig-bitch 2
- Pig-bitch 3
- Functionally illiterate
- How you hate human
- The ghost in the machine was riled
- Dear MI5 person
- Or perhaps Linch and Goldstone prefer...
- Yes
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2
- Fal and Tet
- You, Blair
- This site will self-destruct...
- Left out repeating the juicy bit
- Hi to the University of Witwatersrand or wherever
- You are really very funny
- You are really very funny
- How very funny
- As if
- If...
- Can it be more obvious>
- Conclusion
- The initiation of force
- A busted flush
- Shall we have that again?
- The sum of the ravings
- This meanwhile
- But of course
- Point-blank rejection of the governing system of the country
- What part of fuck off does the Vatican not understand?
- Please save the crackling
- Happy Hallowe'en
- This bit's fun too
- Time it was
- Oh you know, like this
- Screw you....
- As if
- NHS bureaucracy strikes again
- More asses
- Show's over
- My body, my self
- New Page
- Hate intelligence, hate better
- The Library at Alexandria (and things)
- HARD WIRING A
- Hard wiring B
- Hard wiring C
- And of course they ain't fucking illitrit
- Index Librorum Prohibitorum and things
- New Page
- Jesus, look at them!
- So take a walk on the wild side
- But your Achilles' heel remains
- Addressing an empty crisp packet
- Empty crisp packets
- So here's to you, criminal vermin
- Only 4000 variants
- So they sat there jerking themselves off
- And on no account forget Lattic
- So, Mr Benn's questions
- The contents of the septic tank
- Lizard men
- Playing with my dolls
- Ah, yes, the funny farm
- Hic jacet 2
- New Page
- This was Anglican England
- I really understand
- First part of Fal 2021
- Fal 2 2021
- Fal and Tet 2021
- Trash
- The horoor
- The Reformation
- Uncle Joe and the Na-Mhoram's Grim
- Dixi@ I have spokwn
- And govenment is for what?
- And here is picture of Jesus with his beloved pet ferret
- Your Christmas favourite
- Peter
- And this is what happened
- Les Eleutheromanes
- I repeat, just for the hell of it.
- So I'll just go on thinking my own thoughts
- All times are now (1)
- All times are now (3)
- 'Be careful with that axe, Eugene'
- La Ballade des Pendus
- We do not know
- Banal
- The wrong kind of snow
- Oy, monkey-nuts
- Lizard-men
- And of course they all know too
- Fiver in the Death Warren
- And lo it came to pass
- One way to deal with sexual fuxk-ups
- Dill and this Matter of Kadun 2021
- Frauds
- Complications
- Yes, but I know who I am
- Today satirized as
- Dill, the bit in the middle
- Question
- Ah, but
- What can be wrong with that?
- So what have I done
- And this is the state of my body
- Absolutely insolent, absolutely evil, absolutely degenerate
- Dangerous wild beasts
- Cowardly, contemptible cock=suckers
- Farce
- Thus, m'lud, it is clearly demonstrated
- An offence against law, fact, reason, sanity
- So we go through it all again
- The empty swimming-pool
- So I have questions
- One more bloody time
- It remains the best way
- Get real
- Two to the power of 75000 to one against and falling
- Along with Oolon Colluphid
- Head honcho
- So why - ?
- Civilized behaviour
- 'Be careful with that axe,Eugene' (2)
- Deep Thought
- England in the C21st
- So what's next?
- I do understand
- Right bloody waste of make-up
- An aggressive cancer
- A question of degree (not the academic kind)
- McDonnell's little friends in Iran
- Ah, yes, McDonnell
- Everything was perfectly normal
- Blog
- So when did you hear - ?
- Time for a wash and brush-up
- Time for a wash and brush-up (2)
- So calming
- The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
- Google Images search
- Am enthusiastic amateur classicist
- It only remains therefore
- Aum mani padme hum
- New Page
- WHen everything fails
- Jackson
- Thus
- Tsk, tsk, tsk
- If I may translate...
- Perhaps you prefer - ?
- Roast aurochs
- Totally synbolic, totally not
- Just doesn't matter, does it
- Base details
- History, should there be any
- Libro de los juegos
- Yuck! Kitten-eaters!
- Sea-changes: writing the 60s out of history
- So do just tell
- The end of the world is nigh
- New Page
- The party of law and order
- Thank you, Prime Minister, that will be all
- Fit for human habitation
- Aw, Dimitri!
- Yes? And?
- Ah, bon, les putes
- Indicting Tories
- Poor Mr Sunak
- Falsity
- RL
- Untitled
- The D-word
- Nye, wouldst that thou wert living at this hour!
- Sp gp fpr ot
- Fortunately there are more elevated things to do than contemplate infected shit
- The parable of the respirator
- Arbeit macht frei
- Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
- It's the grapes that come from Chile
- Untitled
- The actual social principles of Christianity
- The social principles of Christianity as observed by Marx
- Bananas and eggs with your polio
- The hallmarks of the age
- Gilead
- Spinal tap
- Purr
- An atypical population
- New Page
- Leche-culs
- The Woman with the Book and the Woman with the Bow
- RTFM
- The ceding of democratic control
- I shit on you daily
- The ceding of democratic control pt 2
- Fortunately there are civilized people to talk to
- This is how to deal with pervert monkeys
- Pink stars and burquas
- Ditching the theology of love: reprise
- A happy communist life
- Or you prefer Nigel?
- Our papa
- My turf, bubba
- Guarding the pigs
- Just a little obvious
- New Page
- BDSM
- The deeds, Naylor, the deeds
- So Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa
- And the hunt continues
- Jesus!
- Question for those with daughters
- So what has happened to Jesus?
- New Page
- All on prime-time television
- Lest we forget: I don't
- You know, like at Hokabi and Caniba and so on
- Until they learn
- Vaudos 1: so it's a walking fence
- Vaudos 2
- Vaudos 2.75
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2 2021
- Fal and Tet
- New Page
- Don't forget they ain't fucking illitrit
- There when it gets shitty
- Luke 23:46
- Of course he argued with himself about it.
- Democracy: a system devised to cage and contain power
- If there are any future historians
- What to, the Higgs boson?
- Maya's assassination
- Dill and this Matter of Kadun 2021
- 1. Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
- Astronomy for Kids of all ages
- 1. Contemplating this Matter of Kadun 1
- 2. Contemplating this Matter of Kadun 2
- 2. Shav, Petrush and the Matter of Kadun 2
- Who are pensioners?
- Party political broadcast...
- Look at all the little lungfish
- Unfit to govern
- Protozoa capering in the primeval soup
- Have you managed to be human?
- Life in a fact-free world
- And of course our dear friends the anti-vaxxers
- The wrong kind of Muggle
- Just put this on Twitter too
- Precisely how - ?
- Aroint thee, Muse!
- Death by government
- Cruel and unusual punishment
- It is, I think, the creation of Vernon and Marge
- Gee, isn't it just the market?
- There would not therefore seem to be an real difference
- The goose that laid the golden eggs
- The gifts that kept on giving
- Only 37.9 million tourists a year
- The Big Squeeze
- All the same gig
- Lolling insolent evil
- So now I walk with a rollator
- So, I deem
- Terror-tactics against a medically vulnerable woman
- New Page
- There is no dark
- Me
- The issues facing my grand-parents
- Don't forget the house that Keir built
- The desire of the moth for the flame
- The way through the woods
- Bit late for me and my steed...
- Art is individualism
- Magdalene laundries
- I told you not to put all the stars out
- Indeed the animals have a big problem with my family
- In the garden with Mummy
- ComSymp
- Chanctonbury Ring
- Doubtless too busy
- Light reading
- Reality 102: reprise
- Reality 103: reprise
- Reality 103a: reprise
- Reality 104: reprise
- Religious census of 1851
- Mortal sin
- If Twitter is anything to go by...
- The 1945 Labour landslide
- So just look at them all, Vice-Chancellor
- And of course an offence to UCL
- Time for a wash and brush-up
- The new Marxism
- Coal in the bath and the victim culture (2)
- Nice bit of bedtime reading
- Christ, you are so boring!
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2 2021
- And of course this
- Just don't forget Lattic
- Thus Bobbles
- Fal and Tet
- Mr Benn's questions.
- Mr Benn's questions. A good clear message. The IRA
- Just so - so - so
- None of this of course is subject to discussion
- Therefore, ain't I got no respect
- Nor do I tug my forelock
- Book of Common Prayer
- 'I know that my Redeemer liveth'
- Meanwhile an offal-fest on Twitter'
- Spine
- This is what they expected me to push
- What? Oh, the picture Jesus mentioned
- Our servants not our masters (2)
- His Majesty's the model of a modern major-general
- The withdrawal of love and forcing oneself on others (2)
- Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa reprise
- Journey to the edge of the universe
- Oh they do get so antsy
- I am the very model of a medical practitioner: reprise
- I am the very model of a modern faith apologist: reprise
- Quid agas
- Balrogs
- C10th architects
- Truss and Braverman
- Imbeciles
- As for the rest of it...
- So:
- Totally ordinary Brits
- The corruption of history
- 'Imagination has seized power!'
- So, you, Blair
- Without fear or favour
- So a special round of applause for
- The Anglican garden: reprise
- It is remarkably tedious
- All times are now (1) reprise
- All times are now (2) reprise
- All times are now (3): reprise
- All times are now (4): reprise
- All times are now (5): reprise
- All times are now (6)
- Maya's assassination: reprise
- Lizard-men: reprise
- Doth it not say in the Book of Pious Crap
- That government by the corrupt and inane for the corrupt and inane shall not perish from this earth
- And answer Mr Benn's questions
- Thus the dirty shit-filled hierarchical fascist brains
- PANTHER...
- 'And now Amanda is seriously ill.'
- You might also enjoy Sredni Vashtar
- Girls. You were saying? About girls?
- 'And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, shall think themselves accurs'd...'
- This happened in RL
- Ooh
- HMQ
- How to lose operations other than war
- There, isn't that just so cute:reprise
- Ah, the sub-species woman
- How do you dare?
- Oh look what they're saying about me: reprise
- 'Blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain': reprise
- A lemur speaks!
- Welcome to London, Mr President
- HMQ (2)
- Gee, guys, what might have happened
- Neither benefiting from nor obsesssed by
- In sum, then
- The succession that matters
- In sum, therefore
- It has therefore been established
- And be damned to you: reprise
- Who did impose on a subject of Her Britannic Majesty
- How the cards fell
- Prefer high crimes and misdeameanours
- Time for something else
- Couldn't finish without your favourite song
- The Abbey
- The end of the world is nigh: reprise
- Men don't get it
- 'In order to rightly judge these efforts known as the "woman movement"'
- I'm sure Mr Kwarteng believes in equality
- Get real fast
- Roast aurochs: reprise
- It didn't work last time, peeps
- Doctors
- Ants
- Bellatrix
- Vaudos 1: so it's a walking fence
- Vaudos 2
- Vaudos 2.75
- It's like this, Nurses
- Letter to MI5: reprise
- And you do not make me into a porter
- I do so understand
- How you hate intelligence
- How you hate intelligence; reprise
- So how many people has Medicine destroyed?
- Don't you like my DNA?
- So you're going to sue me?
- I understand
- Hmm, so I guess...
- Yes I understand
- This is how it should be? Reallyy?
- Special mentions
- The wayside
- My country. Took seizin
- To whom it may concern
- Do tell
- A blank wall
- Democracy is so yesterday
- Nothing is too low
- https://www.coursera.org/learn/our-earth?
- No interest to me, old boy. No interest whatever
- Burn the witch at the stake! How much money we shall make!
- One quick question
- And something for Bobbles
- If...
- 'MI5's mission is to keep the country safe.'
- Reality reprise
- Reality reprise 2
- Your life in their hands, Episode 923452
- New Page
- New Page
- Never trust, never assume sanity will prevail
- New Page
- So in short
- The University in its death throes
- Narrow focus
- The absolute insolence, therefore
- In shorter
- Same old
- Same old (2)
- So there it is
- So they just couldn't possibly
- Ringleaders
- Encore une fois the manual
- Butchers and would-be murderers
- Nor of course response to my vid
- Or the second one
- The closed (sealed/wounded/stunted/practically non-existent) mind (20
- Please don't forget The House That Keir Built
- Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2 2021
- Fal and Tet
- So who knows
- As if I were capable of caring
- Above the law
- Depict them therefore in bondage
- Money talking
- Pure BDSM
- Please don't forget Lattic
- Meeee
- 'There is no dark'
- Hellenismos, tau-neutrinos, hanging
- Vita brevis ars longa
- True targets
- I a woman
- Boring
- Therefore, Vice-Chancellor
- Thus I refer you to...
- Break the stupid cunt's back
- So there it is
- irreducible evil
- Oversight
- Mock, yes, crawl, no
- All the things you haven't changed
- Cute family picture
- You can check it out on the DTIC site
- Eagles are rare in WC1
- High crimes and midemeanour
Medicine: the joke
There is a problem here? Or there is a problem not instantly resolved
by:
Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of speech (First
Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America)
Society has the right to demand of every public agent an account of his
administration. (Declaration of the Rights of Man)
Over himself, over his mind and body, the individual is sovereign (JS
Mill: On Liberty)
Three sentences clearly meaningless to the fascist traitor offal of London
medicine, as every other precept of free and democratic societies is meaningless
for everyone knows I'm just some mad cunt trying it on and it is inconceivable
power be held accountable, speech be free or people not be Master's property,
but which actually mean that I shall hang them, and just about everyone else in
sight and out of it, metaphorically speaking, of course, and there is nothing
they can do to get out of it. I'm sure Cameron, Clegg, Miliband and all have a
good story as to why it is impossible to demand the norms of free societies be
adhered to - other than the appalling distress thereby caused to the Queen's
enemies. But what do I want! I want a free and democratic country where
psychotics are prevented from crippling women who offend them at the taxpayer's
expense, not as at present one ruled by the hysteria of sick animals.
There is probably nothing funnier, nothing more susceptible of universal
derision, than demonstrably stupid people, people demonstrably dead from the
neck up, who believe anything Authority tells them, who are incapable of
checking fact or of independent thought, terrfied of words, debate, argument,
who are convinced they are highly intelligent - except of course the brutally
animal ignorant who think they know everything. Doctor, this is so you: there is
a leaden brutish stupidity to Medicine which comes at least in part from the mad
assumption of intellectual superiority by people who do not actually appear to
have any intellect at all. It will not in the least surprise me to learn that
they are too bloody stupid to have read what I write or that that they have not
one whit been deterred from pronouncing authoritatively with zero evidence.
You really just need to tell the whole country the obvious evil of my
thought, how it ain't allowed because it's contrary to the fascist ape-shit you
call your religion and you're so bloody ignorant, uneducated and ineducable that
you think the fascist ape-shit you call your religion has never been previously
challenged. Then as a bonus you can whine and scream about how you ain't fucking illitrit and the marvellous degrees you have so vastly superior to my own, how there is evidently no question an IQ80 illiterate bedpan-washer boy was wholly
within his rights to use and of course wholly capable of judging the suitability
of using a computer-literate Honours graduate of the University of London with
11 years' senior administrative experience in medicine to do heavy manual work.
And of course you must not hesitate to explain how people are property, how you
have the rights of a slave-owner over my mind and body, precisely how you come
to be able to dictate what I may think and write and say and do and be,
particularly do, how you come to be empowered to limit my mobility. Aw, come on,
you're such an academic, Doc. What's the problem?
But about the evil of my thought, Doc, you really need to explain to the educated civilized world crying with laughter the rampant evil of my thought expressed below. Oh do come on, you sleazy degraded animal. Learn to speak
."We have to be human," said Mel. "To know we are love. Anyone who doesn’t at
some level acknowledge that is intolerable to himself and all around him. "
"Most of the messes people get into are because they think they can
extinguish human," said Hass. "Go around intoning, ‘I do not need’. Fine. Starve
to death."
"’Nothing matters.’ Watch other people starve to death. We seem to have
somewhat digressed."
Sarat, our hero
Carlin just thinks it’s old. Did Narulis ever sit here? No, why would he, he
was young, adventurous, a sea-farer – so maybe he went to sea to escape from a
broken heart! If Sarat failed, if he were ever driven out of Kadun – where on
earth did that thought come from? It had to work, it had to. With very little
encouragement I could work myself back into a state wherein it was dependent
upon me to make it but no, that had never been exactly. If everyone didn’t do
their utmost that would be a betrayal of Sorg. The thought sat more easily now
that I had defined my utmost and set it in motion. The pillars the colour of
damp sand, intricately carved, just a little bit crumbly, shimmered in the
candle-light. I looked more closely and cocked my head. Were those letters? If
so it was no language I knew. I closed my eyes and no, it wasn’t a time-slip,
just an awareness of time, of waves of time, past, present and future, which I
suppose is another way of saying the bloody Whole. No, that hadn’t been what I
meant, Sarat hadn’t been what I mean, when they did fail, when they returned to
Fidub, they must have come here to recover. All times are now. I might just as
well have been some Fidubi wench from aeons past. It was easy to be like that
here. I am sitting in a pale-green tunic – well, at least it wasn’t crimson
corrugated iron, but I guess that’s part of the bloody Whole too. I surrendered
myself because here I am safe. The shadows came but could not touch me, not
here, shadows trying to blot out the light. ‘They came, the skull-faces, but we
laughed.’ I didn’t laugh, I just went on sitting. Somewhere it seemed Vax was
saying, "And what does Hass say?" and I almost looked round before I realized
the conversation was in my head. "I have to stop," I replied. "I just stopped."
I did laugh then. Because it was all so funny. It never works when you try to
put words to what is – the messes people get into, that’s OK, but people being
killed, people in pain: It is all so funny. That makes more sense, the bloody
gurgle of cosmic laughter. Inside. That’s the point. It is inviolate. It is
untouched. It is real? And all the human crap is not real, but we are human and
have to be human. I knew enough to know better minds than mine had lurched at
this one, but that is the balance. I had a sudden image of myself on – not
exactly a tightrope, because it wasn’t much more than knee-high and it wasn’t
that there was no safety net, the trouble was on the contrary that nets to catch
me if I fell abounded, catch and trap me, but I was skimming along, easy-peasy.
Suddenly I felt sure the rope was going to break but no, I told myself, and it
didn’t. Yet. Suddenly it snapped. This, I thought, is not totally unfamiliar but
this time I know what to do! I threw myself clear of the nets. I didn't seem any
the worse for wear but I was sure I was somewhere else, thought it didn’t seem
to be anywhere. Despite this mental circus-act, I was feeling very lazy, very
relaxed. I suppose very safe. I wanted to stretch out and found myself another
cushion. There were a few other people around but they too were lost in their
own little mental worlds. I wondered about other people’s pain, grief, fear
(that makes a change, huh?) and where it went. I mean, I had no doubt that some
of the people here were as distraught and devastated as I had been but it sort
of melts away. Because it isn’t real. I sighed. OK, so let me in this safe place
ask myself what the hell is my problem with reality, but it really didn’t seem
to matter. Maybe that’s the only way to look at it, casually, creep up on it
unawares. The central fact of my life is – oh, do I have one of those? A
determining fact of my life is that once I was in Azt – what? Unreal is such an
unhelpful word. No, my relationship with Tet didn’t seem unhappy or boring or
even not what I wanted, it just didn’t seem real. And Tet is not a wishy-washy
person. It was just – somewhere else. Like everything else is right now, which
might just tell me something important if I only knew what. There is a crossed
wire, a plug in the wrong socket, like – like putting the headphones jack into
the power socket. A little mental game came to me, unplugging all the major
connections – like I knew what they were or anything, but just pulling out any
plug I could see! And Hass would say, I said to myself sleepily, just leave all
the loose ends alone, don’t try to figure which should go where. I can’t
honestly say that this little exercise made me feel the slightest bit different,
but I did drift into that really nice waking dreams state – is it alpha rhythms,
can’t remember – and had a really nice though not remotely revealing, so far as
I could see, trip. I came to eventually, blinking and reflected that – possibly
– spending the night with myself on the floor of the shrine at Maona-pri counted
as my most insane act yet. Thirsty. Where is the caff? I got up and looked
around. Half-open door with light on, that must be it. It wasn’t very much
lighter, the sort of people who want a drink in the middle of the night don’t
want to walk into a blaze of neon, and much as described by Lattic, benches with
cushions on and broader benches in front of them to serve as tables, and really
rather strange lamps on each table, like mini-inverted chandeliers which, Lattic
had said enthusiastically, give you enough light to read by without disturbing
the ambience, which was pale pink; the walls were pale pink, and there were
paintings which looked rather good, even in the half-light. [The loos, I
discovered, were pale pink too, everything including the bowl, with good
paintings, and well lit. There was a rather gorgeous one of a tree in bud. I
wondered if I could get a reproduction. Somehow I had no doubt these were
originals. I didn’t think the shrine lacked funding and I wondered.]
I am Fal, I said to myself, lazily, sleepily. THAT AM I. All are One and do
not know it. I just need to get past – whatever it is I need to get past. Is
that a good circle or is that a good circle? A circular maze came into my mind
and I came to sharply filled with the sudden realization that there was a block
on the way through it, which I suppose is screamingly obvious really, but I’d
never thought of it like that before. Hallo, obstacle, what are you? Now I’d
visualized it, I could so to speak prod it and poke it. It wasn’t very
responsive. You have to bear in mind here we’re talking about a short thick
black line. I felt fairly frivolous. It’s my mind, I could push it here, maybe
make it change into something else, do what I like with it. Hey, maybe I can
jump over it! Nothing changed inside but I had the definite sensation of the
block rising to meet me. Aw, don’t be like that…How about brute force, pneumatic
drills! I knew the drill-heads broke. So you want to be difficult, do you? As
though that wasn’t obvious or something. Now look, I made you, I can unmake
you…Suppose I parachute into the centre. Like maybe I fly away on my eso pink
balloon and flutter gracefully down. I enjoyed that one, but it didn’t seem to
change anything. What is going to happen to me? I knew that was the question but
there wasn’t an answer. But no look if I get centred I think I must think
mustn’t I, that something so devastating will happen to me that it must be
avoided at all cost. Can’t we have a try before you buy here! What else am I
having? This business of mattering. What will it do to me, what shall I lose?
Are you Maya? And a chorus of dancing bears high-kicked across the floor of the
Ciletij Senate? No, actually, but I knew I was dead on target. I had a flurry of
the sort of thoughts you don’t want to have and since I was alone having them I
was extremely glad I was where I was, in a well-equipped operating-theatre, not
in my home first-aid room. I didn’t fully love Tet, I held back a bit, I loved
you. I’d leave, betray, forget. Sorg was a male you. I couldn’t not. I heard
Hass telling me I’m not gay but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t in love with Maya and
I felt confused because I felt I understood ‘like that’ and ‘not like that’ but
not both at the same time. I just said over and over to myself, Maya, then
reason kicked in and I thought as I had before, no, the order is wrong, it
doesn’t make sense, but perhaps after all it did if I thought, no felt, felt
that with Sorg at last I had Maya. Me hadn’t fully, properly – what was the
bloody word – loved Tet, not the real me because me was on some kind of eso trip
with Maya but I did, I do love Tet, with both of them dead I’m free to love
Tet.
Umm, that’s rather a high price to pay. No wonder I’m ravaged by the whole
thing. Having thought I’d lost Tet too.
The word bi floated into my mind, as in bi-sexual. Can you be asexually
bi-sexual?
So long as I can love my eso, not someone else’s.
It sort of seemed to explain the whole Hass thing, but I couldn’t have put
into words how.
Bi. You point both ways, equally attracted, or in my case un. Hermaphrodite.
You are both. We’re all that. Oh the continuum of gender indeed. My male part
saw no reason why I shouldn’t love Maya. That made sense. I think. THAT AM I. It
doesn’t have a body and it doesn’t have gender. Therefore I have neither body
nor gender. Therefore we have to be human. Here and there and in my case all
over the damn’ place. I thought that in my case the chicken definitely came
before the egg. I mean, it all seemed so much simpler to my gang because they
hadn’t fallen in love with someone of the same sex without being gay!
Eeek!
Or not exactly. To complete the square the matching-pair that should have
dined with Sarat and Maya was not me and Tet but me and Hass. Had I oh what’s
the word, subliminally understood that? Amida, Amida, Amida, and what I’d waded
into, at six-freaking-teen, I mean, was Sarat and Hass sorting out their
relationship, but Sarat isn’t talking, Amida, darling, he isn’t talking about
his relationship with Maya and he isn’t talking about his relationship with
Hass, and in both cases why the hell should he?
Oh did I hole them below the water-line and other such allusions, not
expecting me to be so thick that I didn’t see what water-line, what boat? Sarat
is an outer and exo kind of guy….What difference had that made? Probably rather
a lot. And Tet? Tet is outwardly outer and exo. The eso is all in the art.
And in Fal.
Right now, I think – I don’t think – I need to be – I feel, yes, sort of
floaty, but in a very prosaic way or maybe that’s actually how it is, I just
don’t feel – the weight of me, which is strange because I don’t feel like
moving, either, don’t feel I can move from this spot. The only need I have right
now is to see the sun hit the Window again. Practical Fal kicked in, plenty of
time for that. A drink would be good. But that would mean both moving and saying
words to another human being. Don’t think I can do that. To some extent and
heretofore, I have just punched me in the stomach, followed by knocking myself
unconscious. Rather literally in terms of having knocked out who I thought I am,
but there might be an element of wishful thinking there. I need to grow. To let
me spread through me. Just sit.
Eventually I wanted to go to the loo. We are human. Quite so, yes.
Fal
It’s all in the mind…The crack is in the mind, the glue holding me together
is in the mind. The absence of the glue is in the mind. The car always starts!
Is that the eso, sort of emergency starter? When – when the rest of what you
think of as you. Because it’s still there even if you think it isn’t. So exactly
what are you saying, Hass? I need to love it. To accept it as part of me. I can
be here and now and not float away to – but that wasn’t necessarily exactly all
down to me, now was it, whether ghost or not, the bMbK made time itself hiccup.
Except time had slipped in Zur so I couldn’t in all honesty say that was nothing
to do with me, whatever that was. If I love it as much as I love me, I unite
with it. If I love it less than I continue travelling furiously in
ever-decreasing circles. If I love it more than – I – I do things which I can’t
accept in some terrible sense damage me such as Sorg. Because it doesn’t have
gender or identity or boundary. Because - it’s not ‘my’ eso, it is the bloody
Whole, and that bit of the bloody Whole that is Fal is – infused by it. Is that
the point? Might be. If I understood it. Infinite and separate. Here and there.
But that which is me cannot not be a part of the bloody Whole, whether I think I
am or not. Well now, that depends, doesn’t it, on what you mean by real. As in
whether permanence is part of it. ‘They just want you to be real.’ Presumably
not permanent. Everyone else gets it, damn it! Hence of course my insecurity,
thank you, Tet.
This has to have a source. So far as I could see, my entire childhood and
early youth had been emotionally, intellectually, morally and metaphysically
impeccable! All in the mind…I had consciously/unconsciously/sub-consciously
firmly plugged the headphones jack into the power-socket! I wanted to be like
Maya. But I’m not Maya, I’m me. Oh dear, is that a divorce or is that a divorce?
And I knew I wasn’t like Maya in what I suppose I thought of as superficial
ways. Hass even asked me, what was Maya doing while the rest of us were making
mud-pies? Oh I see. I think. I gave it identity, gender, boundary. Eso was like
Maya. Not like me. Like Hass. Not like me. Like Sorg. Not like me.
I think it’s for moments like this I created my own little hide-away. The
whole terminology – oh Fal, you can’t be that dense. Can I? Outer and exo. Inner
and eso. Some people, my young brain figured, are – contain – the eso and some
don’t? And I’m one of the ones who don’t, but I didn’t know I thought that. If I
thought that. Eso doesn’t do, it just is. I think it would be quite easy to have
embedded that one. To have had it apparently reinforced. Sarat did. Maya was.
Maya got herself a rather good degree in the ancient languages of the Malpurian
sub-continent while Sarat was plotting. Could anything be less relevant?
Uncomfortable echoes there. Did I always secretly think if it wasn’t the bMbK it
wasn’t Real? Anyway, it doesn’t follow. Can’t say Sorg was while I did. Oh,, oh,
oh, oh, oh. No, I can’t say that. I just possibly can say the attraction was
Sorg was and did. Showed me how to be me?
Enough! I shall read something soothing and perhaps instructive. I dug out
Eternal Flame.
Sarat: Fal, Tet, the bMbK and the shrine at Maona-pri (2)
by:
Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of speech (First
Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America)
Society has the right to demand of every public agent an account of his
administration. (Declaration of the Rights of Man)
Over himself, over his mind and body, the individual is sovereign (JS
Mill: On Liberty)
Three sentences clearly meaningless to the fascist traitor offal of London
medicine, as every other precept of free and democratic societies is meaningless
for everyone knows I'm just some mad cunt trying it on and it is inconceivable
power be held accountable, speech be free or people not be Master's property,
but which actually mean that I shall hang them, and just about everyone else in
sight and out of it, metaphorically speaking, of course, and there is nothing
they can do to get out of it. I'm sure Cameron, Clegg, Miliband and all have a
good story as to why it is impossible to demand the norms of free societies be
adhered to - other than the appalling distress thereby caused to the Queen's
enemies. But what do I want! I want a free and democratic country where
psychotics are prevented from crippling women who offend them at the taxpayer's
expense, not as at present one ruled by the hysteria of sick animals.
There is probably nothing funnier, nothing more susceptible of universal
derision, than demonstrably stupid people, people demonstrably dead from the
neck up, who believe anything Authority tells them, who are incapable of
checking fact or of independent thought, terrfied of words, debate, argument,
who are convinced they are highly intelligent - except of course the brutally
animal ignorant who think they know everything. Doctor, this is so you: there is
a leaden brutish stupidity to Medicine which comes at least in part from the mad
assumption of intellectual superiority by people who do not actually appear to
have any intellect at all. It will not in the least surprise me to learn that
they are too bloody stupid to have read what I write or that that they have not
one whit been deterred from pronouncing authoritatively with zero evidence.
You really just need to tell the whole country the obvious evil of my
thought, how it ain't allowed because it's contrary to the fascist ape-shit you
call your religion and you're so bloody ignorant, uneducated and ineducable that
you think the fascist ape-shit you call your religion has never been previously
challenged. Then as a bonus you can whine and scream about how you ain't fucking illitrit and the marvellous degrees you have so vastly superior to my own, how there is evidently no question an IQ80 illiterate bedpan-washer boy was wholly
within his rights to use and of course wholly capable of judging the suitability
of using a computer-literate Honours graduate of the University of London with
11 years' senior administrative experience in medicine to do heavy manual work.
And of course you must not hesitate to explain how people are property, how you
have the rights of a slave-owner over my mind and body, precisely how you come
to be able to dictate what I may think and write and say and do and be,
particularly do, how you come to be empowered to limit my mobility. Aw, come on,
you're such an academic, Doc. What's the problem?
But about the evil of my thought, Doc, you really need to explain to the educated civilized world crying with laughter the rampant evil of my thought expressed below. Oh do come on, you sleazy degraded animal. Learn to speak
."We have to be human," said Mel. "To know we are love. Anyone who doesn’t at
some level acknowledge that is intolerable to himself and all around him. "
"Most of the messes people get into are because they think they can
extinguish human," said Hass. "Go around intoning, ‘I do not need’. Fine. Starve
to death."
"’Nothing matters.’ Watch other people starve to death. We seem to have
somewhat digressed."
Sarat, our hero
Carlin just thinks it’s old. Did Narulis ever sit here? No, why would he, he
was young, adventurous, a sea-farer – so maybe he went to sea to escape from a
broken heart! If Sarat failed, if he were ever driven out of Kadun – where on
earth did that thought come from? It had to work, it had to. With very little
encouragement I could work myself back into a state wherein it was dependent
upon me to make it but no, that had never been exactly. If everyone didn’t do
their utmost that would be a betrayal of Sorg. The thought sat more easily now
that I had defined my utmost and set it in motion. The pillars the colour of
damp sand, intricately carved, just a little bit crumbly, shimmered in the
candle-light. I looked more closely and cocked my head. Were those letters? If
so it was no language I knew. I closed my eyes and no, it wasn’t a time-slip,
just an awareness of time, of waves of time, past, present and future, which I
suppose is another way of saying the bloody Whole. No, that hadn’t been what I
meant, Sarat hadn’t been what I mean, when they did fail, when they returned to
Fidub, they must have come here to recover. All times are now. I might just as
well have been some Fidubi wench from aeons past. It was easy to be like that
here. I am sitting in a pale-green tunic – well, at least it wasn’t crimson
corrugated iron, but I guess that’s part of the bloody Whole too. I surrendered
myself because here I am safe. The shadows came but could not touch me, not
here, shadows trying to blot out the light. ‘They came, the skull-faces, but we
laughed.’ I didn’t laugh, I just went on sitting. Somewhere it seemed Vax was
saying, "And what does Hass say?" and I almost looked round before I realized
the conversation was in my head. "I have to stop," I replied. "I just stopped."
I did laugh then. Because it was all so funny. It never works when you try to
put words to what is – the messes people get into, that’s OK, but people being
killed, people in pain: It is all so funny. That makes more sense, the bloody
gurgle of cosmic laughter. Inside. That’s the point. It is inviolate. It is
untouched. It is real? And all the human crap is not real, but we are human and
have to be human. I knew enough to know better minds than mine had lurched at
this one, but that is the balance. I had a sudden image of myself on – not
exactly a tightrope, because it wasn’t much more than knee-high and it wasn’t
that there was no safety net, the trouble was on the contrary that nets to catch
me if I fell abounded, catch and trap me, but I was skimming along, easy-peasy.
Suddenly I felt sure the rope was going to break but no, I told myself, and it
didn’t. Yet. Suddenly it snapped. This, I thought, is not totally unfamiliar but
this time I know what to do! I threw myself clear of the nets. I didn't seem any
the worse for wear but I was sure I was somewhere else, thought it didn’t seem
to be anywhere. Despite this mental circus-act, I was feeling very lazy, very
relaxed. I suppose very safe. I wanted to stretch out and found myself another
cushion. There were a few other people around but they too were lost in their
own little mental worlds. I wondered about other people’s pain, grief, fear
(that makes a change, huh?) and where it went. I mean, I had no doubt that some
of the people here were as distraught and devastated as I had been but it sort
of melts away. Because it isn’t real. I sighed. OK, so let me in this safe place
ask myself what the hell is my problem with reality, but it really didn’t seem
to matter. Maybe that’s the only way to look at it, casually, creep up on it
unawares. The central fact of my life is – oh, do I have one of those? A
determining fact of my life is that once I was in Azt – what? Unreal is such an
unhelpful word. No, my relationship with Tet didn’t seem unhappy or boring or
even not what I wanted, it just didn’t seem real. And Tet is not a wishy-washy
person. It was just – somewhere else. Like everything else is right now, which
might just tell me something important if I only knew what. There is a crossed
wire, a plug in the wrong socket, like – like putting the headphones jack into
the power socket. A little mental game came to me, unplugging all the major
connections – like I knew what they were or anything, but just pulling out any
plug I could see! And Hass would say, I said to myself sleepily, just leave all
the loose ends alone, don’t try to figure which should go where. I can’t
honestly say that this little exercise made me feel the slightest bit different,
but I did drift into that really nice waking dreams state – is it alpha rhythms,
can’t remember – and had a really nice though not remotely revealing, so far as
I could see, trip. I came to eventually, blinking and reflected that – possibly
– spending the night with myself on the floor of the shrine at Maona-pri counted
as my most insane act yet. Thirsty. Where is the caff? I got up and looked
around. Half-open door with light on, that must be it. It wasn’t very much
lighter, the sort of people who want a drink in the middle of the night don’t
want to walk into a blaze of neon, and much as described by Lattic, benches with
cushions on and broader benches in front of them to serve as tables, and really
rather strange lamps on each table, like mini-inverted chandeliers which, Lattic
had said enthusiastically, give you enough light to read by without disturbing
the ambience, which was pale pink; the walls were pale pink, and there were
paintings which looked rather good, even in the half-light. [The loos, I
discovered, were pale pink too, everything including the bowl, with good
paintings, and well lit. There was a rather gorgeous one of a tree in bud. I
wondered if I could get a reproduction. Somehow I had no doubt these were
originals. I didn’t think the shrine lacked funding and I wondered.]
I am Fal, I said to myself, lazily, sleepily. THAT AM I. All are One and do
not know it. I just need to get past – whatever it is I need to get past. Is
that a good circle or is that a good circle? A circular maze came into my mind
and I came to sharply filled with the sudden realization that there was a block
on the way through it, which I suppose is screamingly obvious really, but I’d
never thought of it like that before. Hallo, obstacle, what are you? Now I’d
visualized it, I could so to speak prod it and poke it. It wasn’t very
responsive. You have to bear in mind here we’re talking about a short thick
black line. I felt fairly frivolous. It’s my mind, I could push it here, maybe
make it change into something else, do what I like with it. Hey, maybe I can
jump over it! Nothing changed inside but I had the definite sensation of the
block rising to meet me. Aw, don’t be like that…How about brute force, pneumatic
drills! I knew the drill-heads broke. So you want to be difficult, do you? As
though that wasn’t obvious or something. Now look, I made you, I can unmake
you…Suppose I parachute into the centre. Like maybe I fly away on my eso pink
balloon and flutter gracefully down. I enjoyed that one, but it didn’t seem to
change anything. What is going to happen to me? I knew that was the question but
there wasn’t an answer. But no look if I get centred I think I must think
mustn’t I, that something so devastating will happen to me that it must be
avoided at all cost. Can’t we have a try before you buy here! What else am I
having? This business of mattering. What will it do to me, what shall I lose?
Are you Maya? And a chorus of dancing bears high-kicked across the floor of the
Ciletij Senate? No, actually, but I knew I was dead on target. I had a flurry of
the sort of thoughts you don’t want to have and since I was alone having them I
was extremely glad I was where I was, in a well-equipped operating-theatre, not
in my home first-aid room. I didn’t fully love Tet, I held back a bit, I loved
you. I’d leave, betray, forget. Sorg was a male you. I couldn’t not. I heard
Hass telling me I’m not gay but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t in love with Maya and
I felt confused because I felt I understood ‘like that’ and ‘not like that’ but
not both at the same time. I just said over and over to myself, Maya, then
reason kicked in and I thought as I had before, no, the order is wrong, it
doesn’t make sense, but perhaps after all it did if I thought, no felt, felt
that with Sorg at last I had Maya. Me hadn’t fully, properly – what was the
bloody word – loved Tet, not the real me because me was on some kind of eso trip
with Maya but I did, I do love Tet, with both of them dead I’m free to love
Tet.
Umm, that’s rather a high price to pay. No wonder I’m ravaged by the whole
thing. Having thought I’d lost Tet too.
The word bi floated into my mind, as in bi-sexual. Can you be asexually
bi-sexual?
So long as I can love my eso, not someone else’s.
It sort of seemed to explain the whole Hass thing, but I couldn’t have put
into words how.
Bi. You point both ways, equally attracted, or in my case un. Hermaphrodite.
You are both. We’re all that. Oh the continuum of gender indeed. My male part
saw no reason why I shouldn’t love Maya. That made sense. I think. THAT AM I. It
doesn’t have a body and it doesn’t have gender. Therefore I have neither body
nor gender. Therefore we have to be human. Here and there and in my case all
over the damn’ place. I thought that in my case the chicken definitely came
before the egg. I mean, it all seemed so much simpler to my gang because they
hadn’t fallen in love with someone of the same sex without being gay!
Eeek!
Or not exactly. To complete the square the matching-pair that should have
dined with Sarat and Maya was not me and Tet but me and Hass. Had I oh what’s
the word, subliminally understood that? Amida, Amida, Amida, and what I’d waded
into, at six-freaking-teen, I mean, was Sarat and Hass sorting out their
relationship, but Sarat isn’t talking, Amida, darling, he isn’t talking about
his relationship with Maya and he isn’t talking about his relationship with
Hass, and in both cases why the hell should he?
Oh did I hole them below the water-line and other such allusions, not
expecting me to be so thick that I didn’t see what water-line, what boat? Sarat
is an outer and exo kind of guy….What difference had that made? Probably rather
a lot. And Tet? Tet is outwardly outer and exo. The eso is all in the art.
And in Fal.
Right now, I think – I don’t think – I need to be – I feel, yes, sort of
floaty, but in a very prosaic way or maybe that’s actually how it is, I just
don’t feel – the weight of me, which is strange because I don’t feel like
moving, either, don’t feel I can move from this spot. The only need I have right
now is to see the sun hit the Window again. Practical Fal kicked in, plenty of
time for that. A drink would be good. But that would mean both moving and saying
words to another human being. Don’t think I can do that. To some extent and
heretofore, I have just punched me in the stomach, followed by knocking myself
unconscious. Rather literally in terms of having knocked out who I thought I am,
but there might be an element of wishful thinking there. I need to grow. To let
me spread through me. Just sit.
Eventually I wanted to go to the loo. We are human. Quite so, yes.
Fal
It’s all in the mind…The crack is in the mind, the glue holding me together
is in the mind. The absence of the glue is in the mind. The car always starts!
Is that the eso, sort of emergency starter? When – when the rest of what you
think of as you. Because it’s still there even if you think it isn’t. So exactly
what are you saying, Hass? I need to love it. To accept it as part of me. I can
be here and now and not float away to – but that wasn’t necessarily exactly all
down to me, now was it, whether ghost or not, the bMbK made time itself hiccup.
Except time had slipped in Zur so I couldn’t in all honesty say that was nothing
to do with me, whatever that was. If I love it as much as I love me, I unite
with it. If I love it less than I continue travelling furiously in
ever-decreasing circles. If I love it more than – I – I do things which I can’t
accept in some terrible sense damage me such as Sorg. Because it doesn’t have
gender or identity or boundary. Because - it’s not ‘my’ eso, it is the bloody
Whole, and that bit of the bloody Whole that is Fal is – infused by it. Is that
the point? Might be. If I understood it. Infinite and separate. Here and there.
But that which is me cannot not be a part of the bloody Whole, whether I think I
am or not. Well now, that depends, doesn’t it, on what you mean by real. As in
whether permanence is part of it. ‘They just want you to be real.’ Presumably
not permanent. Everyone else gets it, damn it! Hence of course my insecurity,
thank you, Tet.
This has to have a source. So far as I could see, my entire childhood and
early youth had been emotionally, intellectually, morally and metaphysically
impeccable! All in the mind…I had consciously/unconsciously/sub-consciously
firmly plugged the headphones jack into the power-socket! I wanted to be like
Maya. But I’m not Maya, I’m me. Oh dear, is that a divorce or is that a divorce?
And I knew I wasn’t like Maya in what I suppose I thought of as superficial
ways. Hass even asked me, what was Maya doing while the rest of us were making
mud-pies? Oh I see. I think. I gave it identity, gender, boundary. Eso was like
Maya. Not like me. Like Hass. Not like me. Like Sorg. Not like me.
I think it’s for moments like this I created my own little hide-away. The
whole terminology – oh Fal, you can’t be that dense. Can I? Outer and exo. Inner
and eso. Some people, my young brain figured, are – contain – the eso and some
don’t? And I’m one of the ones who don’t, but I didn’t know I thought that. If I
thought that. Eso doesn’t do, it just is. I think it would be quite easy to have
embedded that one. To have had it apparently reinforced. Sarat did. Maya was.
Maya got herself a rather good degree in the ancient languages of the Malpurian
sub-continent while Sarat was plotting. Could anything be less relevant?
Uncomfortable echoes there. Did I always secretly think if it wasn’t the bMbK it
wasn’t Real? Anyway, it doesn’t follow. Can’t say Sorg was while I did. Oh,, oh,
oh, oh, oh. No, I can’t say that. I just possibly can say the attraction was
Sorg was and did. Showed me how to be me?
Enough! I shall read something soothing and perhaps instructive. I dug out
Eternal Flame.
Sarat: Fal, Tet, the bMbK and the shrine at Maona-pri (2)