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Thursday, 5 March 2015

live tee hee hahh hahh 3 years to catch up with my research thank you very much so worth interupting my coffee and fag

"narcissism and neuroticism were linked to [smartie]addiction..."
What's really amazing....
is how after near bloody five years.... one can outmanoevre the narcissism......of those whom own wifi such as this and get beyond their narcissistic my wifi always works.....
and everyone gets on just fine.....
bring "power" fully back to somewhere thats a few hours on the choo choo away from the great masses and.....
well, in these post democratic times it just wont feel, as manageable...as fluffy, as .... solidarity against the far off big baddie.....
which is so easy to quaff away with a few pints down the pub, then a bit of good clean fun and forget, and in reality the hygeine stasi dont really care about the beavers or not down the saunas of Hereford....too far away...from power....
I am not sure you want the fall guy to be the only one..... and so close in, too......
Feeling is all that matters, politically it will feel a hell of a lot diferent...and maybe not quite in the way Nige assumes.


survey? or just read Voltaire......

bet there's something in there about imaginary enemies.....

"a good way to engage your local community is by dint of one...."
Survey i would like to set up thank you is, "ehh how many of you, in this room here, would teach your children to do this.....even just once a year?"


hahh not so clever, it didnt flip itself round no matter how many gigabytes we have grown in, nor processing power retrofitted .....

Take one Green pretender..... as archetype as you can create, at school, indeed MENSA 140+ ...... but explain to it that saving the planet starts with for example not only being taught by mum that woolies need about 40 or 50 degrees or you fuckem, but that once a year as the woodsmoke clears around the hobbit hole ceiling....and its time to put ypour jumpers away for the summer..... having cleaned them first....
That a soak in the bathwater, free, for half an hr and some handwashing flakes .... for 5000 years did the job just fine ...
And teach.... whats been taught for many a volume of George Elliot.....
revisit on a military "INSPECTION!" a year on......and what with all thiose fancy forms to go suck the dick of the managerialism types wanting the next generation of mangers ... on the course travel paid for, long way away.....
That which is at centre of all thats been orbiting, is, like the ability to connect a weather forecast with wind which dries laundry without having to trouble any electrons....
As in one ear and out the other as the abject failure of a paid official to even bother learning how to deal with matters public..... especially when every "i told you so" ever invented is on your side...... which should be the party line if none other.....


(it should be on loop.....Philopsophers and blacksmiths....[there is a little sneaky break in that line of purple like err it may not be a phrase, may be two, each purpled and with an unseeable snakebite inbetwen] your average YUK philopsopher only wants to complicate it furether in some dreadful pretence at knowledge, so he'll be able to aford the blacksmith to make him so nice high metal cage to keep the hungry rampaging plebs out....)

And her news article some few weeks back may have just said, ehhh... seems to me there are more prescribed organisations than actual organised terrorist incidents in about the last fifty fuckin years...... marginalised boys a bit high on whatever death wish they have isnt what i would call dot dot....


But let us leave forever matters beyond the county lines......

(just yesterday "I'm votin UKIP...... and will activate one day on their side for every unanswered email from the suposed goodies the last two years....." which means forever cos, the very last thing anyway you want to replace the cleverest adminsitration ever thats bound to go down in the anals of talk about cooking the books better than every celebrity chef ever to be invented may dream up the sweet tase of how easy it was..... being our ingredients are so simple....[fuck thats good tho i say it myself!]
...........
"
Because there would be one thing worse than having in the absolute masters of the dark stats....
And that is a pretence at something else that can't even decide what it should be, and anyway......
You want some quite obviously nutcase regime in...... because
Just because

Then there may be some.....solidarity .... hmmm silly me..... enemy.

oops. time to go.....Miss Ogle, at least she is consistent, the post before she is about to go on strike, she throws up a text saying that she isn't able to spell check the page which she is actually managing to spell check... then next post even if she doesnt put her little sign up, she's gone....

And I am quite sure I still have certain words Missspelt disorder cant rember which they are oh yes one is remeber....
for some bizarre reason, they should make a radio 4 play just about me and ,my fab little special disorders.....

which brings me to.....

dualing, do you think I am gonna let some Brummie fucking mentor into my work of art called an empty shell of a Facebook..... left so as tribute to
tbc

sat night before last begining to draw up the duel....mister....
But dont blog after a couple of ciders, absolutely 100% proof that drink isnt adictive but indeed is sometimes necessary to blot certain people from your mind.....
fat mentors in their sports cars....on facebook
sports cars.....Mgs ...cost.
 My mentoring is free..... because if there is no gain then it must be only for one reason, because it matters.

Now, when my manifesto plus sounbytes go into Bob The Builder HQ...
And civil war is begun which sadly as a pacifist, well.....even the one old lady in the region I do have some proper time for....even if she ignores her sex who she IS to give time to....is, big is...only exists kind of is.....
says so "will it indeed be, bloody...?"
(tip, part answer, once the wimmin have full equal rights get em all on the rag in parrallel.... and thats when you go in as I do believe the days of the milkmaids managed their duties day in and out at dawn seven days a week fifty two weeks of the year.... its a curse perhaps, but never used to be cause for a sicknote.....")

Even if perhaps in the longest run, the best band was Canadian......
The roll of honour:

Out there, Copernicus if he

{the worrd journalist, now...Pilger sort of hinted at it..... Bell sort of took it a step further.... but of course of course journalists need to footstamp and anyway....
so it only comes down to one phrase pundit and commentator rolled into one public figure....all such labels are so passe...... and the BEEB will die fighting that insider trading story of their narrative....}

If someone did build that true~to~scale model of the planets......

She would be out there in an orbit entirely uninfluenced by any gravitational pull of her minions....

next down I think perraps Jay Simmons... the voice of negro youth of Totters and unauthorised shopping... for pure eloquence and zen~like non~crisisitis in an age when still when all we have had is a 10% blip in the wagepacket we are in endless crises every day on the wireless so many Ive lost count.....

Mr Ali...... what a truly fabulous artcicle a week or so back....and if they just stopped at his "new"? concept....of the extreme middle....  the only new phrase I alow into my Black Swan of an unoficially unsick mind.....
wow.....

Funny that, no white trash there yet......

In fact her dad next..... he's a true journalist. And brave.


next on the list, me, because even if I had the sweetest young concubine ever dreampt up...... and she wanted to breed.....I would if it could ever be purchased from ebay, fill the syringe up with their semen, not only inserting it as a colourful April 1st joke....but because they have better genes than I....
hahh one obvious error there.....

tbc.....


fair do's I had forgotten about that.....which top ten or whatever world supergroup....would let a quite obviously [think, stop, with care....... because things that affect you and get close to the heart....matter, so dont spoil it..... I mean if i were a four eyed retard who likely is gonna have on loop on his bedroom wall they never ket him out of by the hue of his skin..... him allowed to join in and make all those weird facial expressions.....
Mister Lee......G
And if you dont manage to renounce Rand by, say.... middle 30s when yer meant to grow up. well.....


Ok if i die any time soon, just in case.....  what an intelectual may observe about why UKIP have it all entirely blck on white ...is.....
Now as a fully fledged lifelong despiser of authority, because I move inside to observe and understand how wasteful and vain all authority becomes, never mind stupid.....
What has really happened the last decade or so is all sorts of silly Eastenderisation of society yes and talk about out of balance...but perhaps above all quite apropriate contempt because those slithering along the bottom especia;lly, arent stupid...entirely.... is yes a sick to deathiness with the lies even if the students are so pathetic they cant even revolt.....
contempt for the lack of authenticity even if the average YUK pleb wouldnt even know it if it came up to it and gave it the winning lottery ticket....
Surely, the very last last thing that you want to do is bring "back" the  supposed authority ....inhouse I mean..... when power is a long long way away, everyone unites around "fuck em up there in Washington....we still like our little local lynchimng habit..."






































politics. one word, not only could we never aford the state to be arbitrator, it seems now the REAL stats are out, copper......  educator, SW.....  But if you think we can aford both the County Seats quarter pof a mil package, then similar pension pot...and buses........
And all Nige's new passport officers
and the


old



you really really  really havent been listening to the fat git whos evil, and I shall unseat......cos I dont like liars and to lie to....her....... the only young nigger in the village..... well........of course it should be personal.....but he's right
Forget everything else....... we cannot aford, them......

but the best line, of all.......

for once post~undercoverrecordingesque.....
"d'ya know what, now,. I am not someone whom ever gets angry.....but everyone else would, I mean we sat there at the meet...... [dots, lots of, no I am addicted, who did I hear this morning oh yes even the psychos who phone~counsel the poor bombed drunks of Kiev or some suburb of La Russe..... going on about "one of the main new things is alcoholism, they have all started catching the  illness of 'alcohol adiction' as artistic response to loads of nasty fascists doing what nasty fascists of both sides do.... rather than the simple notion of the poor Ukrainians just sit there getting drunk as response....no, they have gone and gotten newly addicted..... to being drunk daily...but I am here on my phone able to counsel them all back to wellbeing and holistic organic fine members of the world that must be forever fixed by some new way of thinking about blah fuckin blah..... "bang, she gets bombed....]
"If anyone ever had just cause to be fuming.......as you know it would be me......I mean we go to the effort of attending meetings to discuss who, she says no......
She said no
So like a fine corporal, thats all I ever want to be someone who just follows the warplan, orders...... I do exactly what I then announced I would.... seek someone new. And did
You
And to my absolutely amazed mind... you said yes
Wow
(you add in the speech marks......god there are speeches....)
Exactly the very person who Nige would only ever dream of bagging with his twelve bore
The...not just any..... a man
of the people, and with all their email addresses
And then
She changes her mind....... but does not tell, well....... me, its not in any way ever about me.....
But


What you want in life is only ever one thing....... and that is that your lesson plans peter out to perfection....almost as if
There's a furry pixie sat on your shoulder ....picking away at the ringworm mounds as they form on your angel wings
Just to prove
That the whole project otherwise known as the progressive permissive society ....dot dot dot....

But the very last laugh is on Natalie, who of course we know full well would gobbily turn her nose up at the smell of the shitsheds that litter the lands .... which you need voting power to vote down no matter how many twatterati follow you on t'Book....

No. let us go back, of course all the things that needed to be said were said a few decades back, and the Nataliies cannot manage to say, ehh there was Bob Pest even 7 or 8 years back on...fuck me no its nine or ten "YUK needs to leave behind its addiction to bricks and morter....mine...and maybe take a leaf from that fine writer Mr Thomas Bernhard and his Extinction and follow some continental housing practises, as in rent..... it leaves you free for other more important things than even the convicts locked up in their cells all day as the prison officers are too busy pulling a sickie so they can too watch the makeover programs on daytime telly....never mind blah blah"
Now, houses.....building them..... lots of energy, bricks, energy, dust....
Funny that, ehh....well according to even George him of the ability to spell fact
Points out that well ehhh we dont actually have any crisis (as I pointed out to UKIP to his beardey face a few weeks back, ehh look matey, to my horror the population has only increased by about 15 16 17% the last FIFTY or more years..... now, my own dad built about a thousand of the things.....for his filthy swiss banking mates etc.... I am not aware they spontaneously combust or get eaten by bugs.....  and can tell you every spare room for miles and there are as many as those occupied
......]
I mean Dave, well he did a very good job of hiding the Big Society....... (you dont think that weve even begun, because you cannot blame Dave..... 'twas only you...... I tried..... but I try and then the man who I set up a gmail account so the court can contact him, Searlesque...... indeed there are no words..... ends up checking in and only ever reading the messages from internet tarts ....but the working class let us leave them aside sadly just as democracy and ideology was sidetracked by superficial plastic some years ago)

But let us go back to houses, the ones that havent been razed to the ground by ISIS..... and still exist, empty....as good as...
I mean there we were a decade back and quite rightly Daves "happiness" charts may have taken the next step towards well sorry but owning your own castle doesnt really make you happy..... letting a tramp sleep in the woodshed may, in time, but.....
And as if by pure angeljuice fuckin all the witchies out there still swirling the cosmos trying to make their minds up if they're matter or energy.....
As if every woman suffering prejudice miscarriage and justice is screaming at once in unison and powering the just~as~it~shouldbeness forward into the impossible warp factor eleven.....
There we have as if by magic overnight....... down to summat like 64% only owners..... the rest rentiers.....
And theres Nat saying....... or not

When all one would actually need to say, ok so that bit sorted, fixed...... now lets tweak the prices back down where they should be.... tax breaks for whiffy ones to sublet perraps.....
or execute those with an aspect ratio of lots of excess hoovering to do they dont really need to.....

But no..... the victims....play victim....as if  Fergal had dreamed up the perfect recipe
dot dot....


But guess why...... not only cannot democracy work having evolved into something that every fat Ukipper in the land can gob off about something they havent been given for many years which is just simple rules of the human soul......
hahhh auto skip to next track i usually hate...... who would have thought
bet they still shoot LGBTIQ+s in Tenessee.......

give up, no matter which moon unit i use, the circumstances of the environment i have to operate under embeded in .... blogger com for weeks whichever screen, shiny....or matt.....  type here and it puts the text at the end of a paragraph in a previous post....which is pure art, pure big planet stuff big hot Uranus suddenly decides to shapeshift and come eat up planet earth https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHQ_aTjXObs

Anyway where were we, society even goes through one of its necessary adjustments, which almost every intelectual suggested may be necessary, some years back...... and rather than hoop hoop hey give us a high one.....
theres the fucking earth mother demanding more sheds.....
in their millions......
rather than simply ask for can we have some slightly more socialist housing legislation like a bit of a fuckin balance...according to the Norwegian ....we shall get back to him in a bit...in Sweeden you get your lease for life....almpost no matter what....
Or just get our courts to actually do what they are paid to and apply a bit of the law which is a bit sort of in the tenants favour cos it doesnt take much common sense to know when a landlord has gone nuts....espesh when dossiers are presented.....


Anyway thing is.....passive mysogeny...mine, cant be bothered to look up if anyones grabbed it first dotcom.....
fuck Ive a treatise Montaigne would palagrise off Voltaire indeed deny his whole existence just to get his mits on what Ive to tell yerall about......
These slimey green mould creatures..... that like to keep at a nice diostance, ehh been there before dot com...... two screens, seperated by a few tens of miles.....
the fuzz of knowingness and all that contempt buzzing around like flies on the corpse of hi, sorry lets start again..... or just be human
The simple fact of the matter, even the pioneers of save the IQs...... dont have any more the IQ even when the grades have been fiddled with
To know....


No, lets start this again, in real language..... simplest fact, they just dont like people, are terified.....
Even if the ho had offered two for the price of one......
They....... dont like people.......and as for nature (Dear Nat, all those meetings....Ive never heard several words used.....so will you settle out of court for misrepresentation or.......do i have to go all the way to trades discription..... )

as for actually even going for a walk in it............ that which they suposedly champion.....
What do you think.

























But then...as the application process is via Facebook...... which they demand you check in to every five mins and click that little button so loads and millions of other voters will have their doors knocked on Cubano a cubano which even Labour know is the only way to maybe get someone to "lend us your vote just maybe this once, we promise we wont let famous junky Brands anywhere near the levers...anyway he wouldnt know what on and off means so no worries there cobber"

But whats the real funny part of it.....? hmmm... there are so so many to chose from; well, if one werent almost forced to tears....

Ok so in the post Will Self world of imagine this, you don't have to try very hard to pull up the image into your mind.... about 7 or 8 years ago they started to litter the open spaces of our cities, even smaller ones, like the poor Poles conned out of their first few weeks pay prior to getting fired off the building site where the average kingspan is two weeks free labour then fuck off and die in a homeless shelter, except you wont even get into one of them as you have to be registered and in the ....bet they didnt tell you about that bit on SKY plus....

those gaggles of 20 somethings harassing you in the street, plasticated photo flapping in the bitter winds blowing down the main throughfares, sweet wrapper litter carried up into billows of plenty of work for the streetsweepers who should maybe be a bit more at home teaching their kids not to drop the litter they parasitise.....
Young buck, they gather round their temporary pedestal all bedecked in ergonomically designed eye catching posters of cute animals on the verge of extinction give us some cash....
Of course the flirty babes get more in their tins.....
And this class, even if that is far too grand a label for just a way to fill in the day and get some natural~high cash and off to the disco all night....
They figure, "ooo ... we could move up the ladder a bit and join the Facebooks of Natalie and co., who may have a little more work for us standing around at the lecterns and harassing folk for cash...... to pay for our very managerial bosses to go on more courses how to be even more managerial.....  and its getting trendy now..."
Except of course they dont use the last phrase.
"And all our mates who are confused about which hole they may want to stick what in have a natural home alongside us..... "

And then enter into another scene.... or ten..... where folk, country folk....
No, lets put it another way, a monster was let loose....created, Frankenstinian, young [god they lust after the youth......their terms] .... banned from all body products, all...... made to
No, back a bit, all those trendy young townsyouth huddling over their inner city trading stalls between visits to the barbers for the latest beaver or whatever fifty quids worth of makeover even the boys need just to peek into the doors of the disco and not feel discriminated against.....
You create one, or so..... who aint, who indeed are the absolute blueprint for Ayn Rand's perfect society had she been born in Copenhagen.....
 She, of course its a she....in her lead chariot .....
She even does genuinely hang around with the blacksmith... the great blacksmith who tells her things.....simple things that young people need to know.... like sharpen your tools, but not OCD obsessively, after your job, and run an oily rag over them before putting them  away....but not shining too brightly, the protopsychos get a but carried away with all that looking perfect, and thats just the men, ehh boys....
It, in following with the great LGBTIQeerishplusiness of it all lets just defenestrate it and call it it......
 it cycles thousands of miles spreading the word, it looks the perfect vision of how Natalie could only look in her dreams if hair dye had never been invented, or cream pies....
It has a physique any Amazon would give up all its trees for just to have on thigh like ....and it even has great references, credentials.... a calling card, signed off by Lady of the County (official) as a high~functioning ex sergeant majorette.....
And loves to tickle the cheeks with that whacking stick held under the armpit (hairs always left perfectly coiffed by...me..... the genius stage manager.....
to make the point i need none of your beavers....
And everyone loves it.... especially the voters
But forget politics because if nothing else when the beeb has sunken into a twattterstorm of forgetting that sticks hurt and freedom to spit at Andrew Marr when he fails to for a moment ever be Braggian in status which means laugh at yourself...I mean its official, we've even had the basics of the Solar System wrong all along.....
Forget politics...... because real life is all that matters; that where day in and out one is forced because they demand it that way to online chat with say ebay, writing several careful paragraphs about no your system isnt working please could you research the issue and suggest a solution..... And quite carefully (using Word 2003 knocked off copy, dont trust online boxes to remain stable.... )
quite carefully write up the issue, "keep it simplest language possible, learn to write like Mr Hemingway. very short sentences, a first word I or it or summat like that then simplest verb, very simple tenses only....  as these fuckin Fergalesque ejits sure cant manage anything as complex as dancing between two ghosts of concepts...and do remember to stick in the compulsory hi i hope your day is going great "

And........

[oh yes...... so I can't risk assess what on earth to make of can i actually show you photos of my barbering..... ('13 and ok just a bit after, got so bored told all elves to fuck off for good some time back) .......... because google blogger now has round robbined ...... no knickers, or..... ehhh...... if you think their censors would ever manage to even spell art, the only bit of flesh you are now allowed to show  ....or even answer the email complaining ehh look cunt why have you removed my blog or post for showing the only un~pierced nipple in the land, as an example of politics being they are so fucking busy poring over the catalogues of the piercing shops they forgot to trip up Nigel who nowz gone and made a union jack tattooed on forehaead his first decree......]

keep to the point, me..... there you have the absolute, because i follow the rules and pretend i like humanity....archetype.... of walking softly on the planet consuming nowt unnecessarily and not even preaching about it, cos its obvious to see
The only one......
Under 45 or 7plus
For miles.....
set up indeed by the pimp in a fabulous setting in Woodlander lands close to wonderful naturescapes..... regularly inviting its fellow activists to come visit for a cuppa, or "anything you like" especially the boys....
And do the townies whom plot and plan the meets about living like it does...... even ever manage to find a space in their emails about which hole, space for ehh like what even 30 years back they would default to as in well for those coming from further over there in the corner of a field.....
share the petrol.....
















so, it is .....even if suffering from an affliction called Fergal, so insidious, so perfidious, so..... like a cancerous gout...I doubt I shall ever recover, despite and here's the rub.... at once suffering....the suffering.... suffer...a winter ague that lasts longer than any other.... months, three near, to be exact, yet at once, healthier and stronger, battling over the hills and far away, than ever before....

So, all zapped away by a whole day positioned to catch every photon
("turn the fuck off, there are no more great afternoon plays, no we dont need yet another fuckin new eating disorder commissioned into great drama by some 29 year old towny who of course would be jumping into the Green under 30s cos its trendy, otherwise known as sexual fucking harassment will be top of the list on the lawsuit.... my mole will be facilitated in, if one had one......... being as you join them and whats the first fucking diatribe you get in your box.....is it about the fact that farmers are kicked off their properties, the tennants this is..... for "uneconomical farming practices" being they instituted what radio 4 told the world to do 15 years ago time after time all those under 30 Caz's going on about a bew fucking paradigm of 10 metere strips around the margins to allow a bit of wildlife, to actually economically benefit the swath in providing natural insect repellent.....even five would do.....
No.....
Not only would you not see the word "nature" ever mentioned, .. they dont even bother about "environment" any more...... its all just about holes.....
mole holes....
"we want you with us....particularly if you are into sticking things in holes....ma nature didnt quite plan it that way...."
"BUT WHAT THE FUCK ARE THE QIplusses......!?"
"i mean, the pretend socialists even if they dare not use that word in case they cant get Caroline reelected when they should actually be sending the hordes of gender dysfunctional into ten fucking seats to bleat on about hole confusion.....  if they were real socialists.... they may at least keep it simplest in just a few case studies such as .... go down Jobbie plus and have a completely simplest possible valid claim which may indeed pay for the inner tubes at £sixsquids and you cant even get the ones that dont twist around within the tyre and self destruct within a few weeks.....
And you never even get a reply to your letter pointing out that you did indeed "invest" your fucking ten quid busfare to attend their fortnightly harassment sessions....
And the British STASI now knows that being there are no tribunals, no media except Fergal wandering London going on about luv in the most luvless place on the planet .... no kids whom have one gut left that isnt in Chrone spasm..... and thats before theyve shovelled themselves full of gluten just to try and invent some new eating disorder and get a  whole new afternoon play commissioned about them.....rather than about LOVE and what it means......
who should actually be marching on Peter P's retirement home.....
God they must be laughing, not only do they have the lowest ever level of actual violent political  dissent....  Europewide for decades...... despite rather a lot of if you ask Tariq jolly good cause in the form of a long stick poked into the nests....
But no one can even manage to get out a straightforward sentence or so about the fact that the state told everyone to fuck off several years ago....except didnt even need to use one word....just ignored all my letters.
Which is a win win either way because there is nothing I love more than these situations that keep arising, along the lines of..... "well, we just know that this simplest most righteous mission, that everyone says is the absolutely most important aspect to small~people healthy civic society, absolutely everyone jumps on board, well at first meet that is......  will fail, and when it does....it becomes beautiful chronicle.....  of how Rome is not just smouldering prior, like her Hayrick ...... Bathsheba was it i do believe.....
The whole thing inventing some new law of physics whereby instead of the usual explosion as oxygen of publicity wafts in and iritates the laws of thermonuclear explosion into a bit of Rome+ ...in fact it skips up that step gaily, straight into the entropy of deep space where all the Young Greens are so confused trying to work out if the person next to them at their annual conference is Q. I or maybe a new minus variant...... they freeze.....
Stuck forever, in ..... her swamp..... her Australian convict lack of esteem which.....
forever means they even have to reinvent on their job applications "are you working class, well in that case youre a real fuckin victim so please please do apply..."















I'm sure she said "W.H.O." oh well......
for love..... for a nation which will never for a second move beyond the utter garbage that Keane, F has draped you in, love Mr Keane ....is when the chronicler can actually be bothered to look up a name
Dinesh Bhugra
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2973467/Post-traumatic-stress-doesnt-exist-says-psychiatrist.html
and even move way way above his prejudices knowing that the DM is the problem, and quote fromit....


there is no chance for, politics....HO....

I mean, you may as well have some effete public school junkie in charge.... (and I always despised them, as just so so boring....)


sits there decades on at the Whitehouse ball or was it Kennedy.....doing their bit for services to Alice and PC...
PC... now it won't be available by PC as the bee bee see.... I don't believe got around to doing the digital version of..... at 4am ish....(gosh where I live the moon she is there ...no other way around, I chose my hobbit hole as the 4am moonshine is perfectly positioned to wake me as if dawn... blah blah...)
You won't hear, because you won't want to listen, the Indian man ....some biggest wig of the WHO....
"ehhh..... all that labelling yourselves as victims, forever on the disability benefit of that clearest case in your disorder, likely has a whole chapter or so oif DSM 91/2 ... well, in fact all along, poor you, you've just been suffering a rag tag [sic] of various ordinary things like gloom, misery, hate, grief,  post~Apocolypticism, being~fucked~up~the~bum~by~a~nuke or it nearly says so on the can.... but it sure doesn't do YOU any good if we carry on letting you go on Claudia's shows claiming all your Post Traumatic Stress to order....."
GoD is after all, the politician...... who happens to be a bit Indian by the sound of his name.....  even if he pretends to be a doctor.....
But feel sorry for Claudia..... who will never get that when the beeb a few weeks back speak of "solutions based journalism..." well, the solution is to turn round to all her twatterati and pull a tongue stating....tbc



Wednesday, 4 March 2015

video

"Yeti, yes..." {nufin tudoo wiv abuv}



men fucking torr....ture..... even the men are at it, industrially, here is a REAL man:

"measure twice, cut once..."
"always check THREEE times....["I'm not too good with numbers and letters"]"
"At the end of the day, I write [fuckin] down, everything I have done in the day that i need to keep a note of...[the definition of writing is not putting a memo into your not~very~smartie... because they, break...never mind the disorders they cause in your brain....]"

"Hasn't cottage got one t?" tee hee hee............
"why can't you offer aprenticeships?....between the two of us we could put all the Cameronesque lovers of humanity out of jobs...especially Fergal"

Tuesday, 3 March 2015

seven levels....
layers....

"you've lost my custom [subtitle, those Groundhogs...] forever.."

(in a gentle tone)
Followed of course by looks of Johnny F consternation....
(nicely, the scene continues...despite good English)
"This is a [fuckin] cafe...not a phone shop..."
[here yet again in this city for the fuckin phone shop.... because just like the queue of girls at Starbucks counter with their "i got an email thingy about a lunch freebie thingy.." which then takes half an hour for the many attempts at the scanner scanning the screen... half an hour later...i get my coffee...whist i peruse yet again going to see Clare about a newer model {NOT mine} which doesn't actually work, where the signal is meant to be best...despite having started the year, ok last year.... with, go for the better brands, or even the best.....they just may do what they say on the can of worms...]]

Monday, 2 March 2015

this is a very very Zion blog by the way....tbc

But before we get to that little one dot com

All those so called goodies of bouncing back from faded brains.... losing their heads....
So so so proves my point even if I haven't gotten down and dirty writing it out what with all the smiling at the post~image~Self.....
Lying on the hobbit~sofa... the worn covers no longer even covering where the wood sticks up into the back.... no images, just the mind and a bit of late evening droning over the airwaves....

What it is, the big it...... those whom actually do spend a fair bit of their time in the so called environment...that the original remit was to protect, or at the very least take care of, not damage too much...... rather than in the big cities they inhabit, those who are not they..... would have, no strike that, do have.... brains which are robust even if somewhat left .... hahh just leave it at that, left....(eschewing all the left and right brain nonsense which the likes of metropolitan feminists may well have written oddessies upon despite the fact the science says that it is all in the imagination...)
Only by balancing the vanity of the media interest, or hype.... with plenty of time in that which you are too tied up elsewhere to be in.... are you exactly what you were suposed to be speaking out in favour of... the common pleb, kicking around in the dirt...merrily plodding on through that funny mud of a dysfunctional society which is reaching new pinnacles just before Rome burns...... not taking any of it too seriously....
. which is exactly what inoculates you against any fadey brain stuff.....
In the first place.....
But thats for another day.
Today is the day, when the gloves are off and ..... tbc

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'cumz...... back.
A stormy night, the acolyte.....
No, strike that ....

On what UKIP really want....... now the funny thing is what they actually need is the very opposite to what they say they wish for....and has anyone really thought that one out.....
bold italics is big, and what is bigger than anything is that the circumstances of rethinking that one were impossible.... there was I, earlier today, uncommonly for this particular Hobbit, brow furrowed...wandering up from the Hole into the hills.... post traumatic everyone else's disorders...
"no, it wont come back.... too much footstamping...."
And then as if by magic..... there it is, mine it out, dig it deep out of the crevasse of precious psyche....
And eureka





Sunday, 1 March 2015

Anyway, back to a few days ago......


scratches.... you see, all the silly slow this and that folk wishing a new hashtag just in their glorification...it never was for them to say what you will find part of you when you are a little older.


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so Mister Boss, goes to Jesus..... (hahhh of course, that doesn't seem right until addended.... Boss~complex.... if you are just carefully for maybe one last time going through what may or may not be keepsake.... there was always the clue, Boss.... I would never have the narcissism to call myself that...)


and back to now....
 infill..... but as significant of all that is ...well, the metropolitan mesdammes....wouldn't even for a moment have the humility to broadcast......every bit of the great big wormhole which is their hot air and waste of space and plenty else....is simple vanity, unnecessary...

"buz, saw"......

exactly, now.....

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Saturday, 21 February 2015

all I know.....

even if the surgeries will have their signs up ... the word cymbal doesnt even dignify the fact that our doctors, despite knowing for three or more decades that popping em full of the antibiotics isnt good for the rest of humanity..... shovel them down the necks in even greater quantities and cant manage the words if you buy sugar products from the supermarkets which our dreadful Brand and co in power fail to make laws banning..... you gonna die or get a leg chopped off

I mean now theyve all read the newspapers that they are under even more suposed pressure every excuse going will be written on their walls as to why waiting lists are actually eight weeks to get the pills you really should think twice about because its your responsibility to think, too.....

Depite the usual one can't for a moment be valid..... an absolutely copybook, textbook, this~latitude and maritime environment, winter.... perfect..... just as it should be, even if spring seems a little earlier, almost...here.....  poor NewJourno Express types who've gone and swallowed the capsule ... of extreme....
Funny really, no one can say let go, no one can say I am irrelevent..... and by dint of such extreme bungeeing and pretending that there's more bad weather  .... somehow that will cover for the fact that nuthing much changed....we just spent a century getting grubbier.  And skiving even more on 100k.....
And letting the gobby ones off Facebook, talking Sharon now..... and her stone complexion that demands, because i saw summat on the 'book that has pretty visuals of what is gonna happen we have to have our buttons to press too....  there is no conc
eivable other way.

All the way.....

Mutually assured silliness.... perhaps that is who you really are; the death cult, are there really any words for the fact that the likes of Lord Hesseltine can sit there his thatch... blowin in the wind and that he still has one rotting away of course makes silly people take more note when it's us MPBs who are meant to be more virile.....

If I had the time I would draw a little Rolf Harris kind of sketch..... paint it on the wall, in neon slapped on paint.... slap it on the Berlin Wall still in the imagination...... that there is one that will keep them out...
So the truly pained faces of the Labourite ... at least her hair dye is downgrading it all to black, cant hide the soul....gone.
The picture: a nursery, children, five year old, I quote five year olds all day.... with their little tin soldiers, two little boys...
Let us not put in the picture a pound sign, a big one.... what is fifty or a hundred billion in youth clubs, ehh quite a few ... the math one Hilsboro = what was it five hundred youthclubs ..times twenty equals 100 thousand per billion.... no that cannot be right I mean what a lot of youthclubs per billion..... times fifty or 100 that is about one youthclub in every even small town in the country....
per Trident.
But let us return to the nursery, the two little boys..... their map of the world laid out as foundation to their toy soldier game.

That big country, on the left even if rather to the right, and so ridiculously pretend bourgeoisie its untrue..... and a large cold one on the right, which has a problem with left and right, understanding which way the signs point at the border to their West..... and ideology. Faking it.

The big place on the left, the cold red hell on the right. And then one rather small little veg patch in the middle.
The veg patch has a couple of hundred fly swatters, as does another vegpatch to the south... either side the big bad gardeners in charge... have a few thousand ready to whack.
Complicated by the fact that there are a few other walled gardens around to the South which borrow big flyswaters from the one to the right.

Vlad goes nuts, presses his button.... YUK "retaliates" ..... and then it becomes absolutely nothing to do with YUK because big fat bulimics to the left press a few hundred buttons.... and always will, there is no way they will not, given the chance, press those buttons.... and Vlad presses all the rest of his buttons which send another few hundred this way.
YUK doesnt own a flay swatter, and poor Lord Hezza goes to his grave lamenting Britainia no longer ruling the waves or anywhere else.... for whatever reason, Belgium irritates Vlad and gets one up the bum, bulimic to the left though so right of centre its untrue, presses loads of buttons... Vlad presses his thousand a handful or a hundred aimed at youk.....

I believe that is the exact same effect...... meanwhile, lots of jobs for bomb makers...... lovely logic.


But it is dafter.... the 4 year old, with his boardgame.....  one tribe in the middle of one tribe to the left who are sort of pretend friends, one tribe to the right big bad pretend enemy.... one little nuke anywhere in the middle of the tribe in the middle, those to the left unleash pretty much all they have on the big baddies to the right who let off everything they have on the middling tribes....  and then there is the grown up analysis, if it takes seventy years to settle down after a bit of conventional agro....  when we havent really but thats far too complex, better put, a few nukes in Europe, anywhere, will so freak out everyone for so many years, bring out every Farage and neurosis and discrimination and knowing who is lesser and better.... that the second world war will seem like a picnic.....

Who would have thought.... new heroine Nicola....even if she cannot manage to think....much.




Friday, 20 February 2015



now, me, myself...... I'm doing what I like.... and the feral legal is working hard at it in the background.... my background is just what it should always have been....


wonky, perhaps I was wrong.....
I mean how interesting is that, and maybe that is all you can  garner....

(interruption...)


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wonky is, if they would only simplify it, growing up, up and eventually..... despite the drugs, perhaps several decades on, whether you started officially wonky or not, stabilising into whatever madness is in the heads of others, which the non communication of the modern age will always exacerbate....  just eventually always, being who you were, or even maybe just had the notion you will be, putting those birds first....

Even if it requires a complete rebuild....

so, whilst the very last essential element (i had forgot) is dealt with.... one for the albums.

But then as, who was it? ... spoke out on earlier today, doubtless a few days ago.... when you do indeed have your play for today plus, full of intelligent nuance, and I don't really like irony, but a bit of in~your~face eating shit, if you get the flavours available that is..... well, the great paradox (so many internal essays on how, just how, like democracy which defaults in time to popularist gobbiness, when the exact opposite was always aforethought.... supposed power, over your domains, especially the small one of your own front room, where you take o'fence at what is available via your screens....ehh, available doesn't mean look at it.... it means something else...
Anyway nothing to do with me.... all that I hope for, but what a fool..... that there may be a few thoughtful intellects left who will not only not jump to conclusions as if that phrase had never been intelligently invented many decades ago.... but up to any of it... and in the bad~timing~of~it~all ...my only real problem in life.... the overload of the information... though our poor Mr Amis wouldn't be canny enough to guide one through it and back to the start because most of it can be quickly sifted for unattributed fraud.... so one starts only with carefully checked out info....

All the info I have carefully and kindly sifted, suggests that, no.... there are no philosophical minds left....    and  gonzo philosophy would be seen only as the words of someone who may indeed underneath prefer they were a junkie in another life.... rather than what it is, in my officially not wonky head....
You see it is like this, reality, bought in at the price of a few lines of Will Self's heroin.... Hilary inc has the same attitude - or had face to my face; Anyone who wishes to head out to some other reality or indeed ever wishes to take themselves to some kind of high....... well, it is like buying in a cheap Chinese moped..... and apart from other drawbacks, such as they may feel like they're blasting along at 50, so light and brittle, they're indeed limited to 29.....and you can't fix them when the plasticine thy're made of melts away....

whist the perpetual joyride around the magic roundabout continues....just a few more rotations, let us fill in with this..... this, is the real thing.....


pause.....I do not lose data...ever.... hmm so what happened to those few little packets of sweeties.... pause, with all the time in the world of fires or ice... that means my habits are not quite yet perfect...."it" didnt eat the data....the ubiquitous fey language of the forked tongue that is the generation or two below ...... I [bigfont, initalics, you cant really do on the screen ] didnt deal with my data properly...my habits had been undermined...
But then .... you dont know what the battle has been. And whom ...won.
indeed, pause..... after a battle through the swamps and the front line as usual with the modern human hard to see.... just surviving that bag of ferrets the last year..... (oh yes, assume, as that man did..... nothing.... my operation as slick as Farage in his Bob The Builder jacket....  and as for the IT side..... it is perfection, it is a force not seen before in its cleanliness, pure zenned out methodicalism... logic... transparent goodness.... and no ego.....
A tribe....... a tribe only doing good...... and largely, black....

Indeed, "pause"



"pluck up thy spirits man, thy neck is but short..."

Puase, when the advertisers footstampt, over the years it becomes known as  a pause ...

So, for your society where you are berated for not going on ebay every other day to auction your electricity meter to the lowest bidder, to just stick a few sparks innit.....  before writing the ultimate window into how to live.

Lesson one. well we can't yet show fire..... so lesson ten point zero is the pious one, which you can't show either, but is just as elemental, that after a period of being internally huffy, as we all are.....when change comes along and bites you on the bum, and lays its parasitical eggs of infestation with knowing what the future is, and it will be not as good...... when one gets used to new regimes, over time, they become beloved.... which is a silly word, but incorporated into ones daily habits, and the gradual realisation that there are always twigs and larger pieces of wood, fallen,,,,, which one can freely forage ... and that heck the food tastes far better if you know that the ovens are always for free ... and that the tending of them, and every few months tweaking of the systems in use
Do indeed in time become those routines which make you, content....

And even if you had all the money in the world to burn.... you would still use it as firelighter.



Thursday, 19 February 2015

Indeed, that's the end of the story......even if it took five years to get to admitting....biggirl...

(poor Robert Peston, at long last....he part gets it....for all their "fiscal rigour" and all other ridiculously rigorous words......I know almost all of them........ But as any absurdist a long long time ago, wishing their society to have some kernel of meaningfulness, as in all the bossy ones being able to ascertain some reason for their jobs.....
All it comes down to and all it ever will unless there is fullest education and the reality is gamechangers like that take decades....
Tough luv.... or, you can't let one naughty schoolgirl get away with their naughtiness....cos the others will as sure as a bag of ferrets will one day find a loose thread and force their way out.... follow suit.


well .... (note to self and decedents, Zelig...wish i had all the time in the world..) ... indeed, the flurry of candyfloss, just before Rome burns. And we are not talking planetary warming.

King O!

... pure intermission, as usual they completely get it all wrong....I mean take the actual intelectual aproach.... being be~ragg..Ed...
hornets, officially my only great source of intel ~ Amir of Casterbridge up the way over there, near a year ago....(on rambles even George Burrow could only imagine, such fun.....and genuine hoboing at the whim of the throw of the dice and nature
 "all, except the men of the mountains and those rather groovy dogs so trendy to have in the 70s....  have descended into a materialistic fervour, forget fuckin religion...."
If the Tory graph of wealth and privilege had not been tweeking the advertorial tp pleasure their masters down there on Sark or some other infidel Island...well it would have been news....
The only news that actually matters is their enemy, mine even moreso....which may feature Monbiot quite rightly on how we are boiling away all the glaciers for the tourists camping stoves blah blah ....just listen to Mr Windwood and his key song
The one less white nigger is that the line who cares there is one ten times better....

Even if Guradian inc have their editorial and advertorial departments at the Uttermost Ends of The Earth..... bi polar
That, on page one they may feature the warmest year on record or othersuch...or armageddon for the oil and dealerships......
and on three some thirty or fourty k flash motor that does half of what it could get away with doing.....
With snadwiched on two some tart with her 650 quid in her bag she'll need to buy the bag....

I think Mr Ober... got the wrong rag..... you knew a tart by her Torygraph,,,even if Ghandiist forgiveness may blind the be~lustful....
But I wouldnt ban it or even put up a warning.....

it is the confused incongruity and mixed messages of the so called left which hardly exists of course and where it does Nat cannot even bring herself to use the word....
The lack of any authenticity whatsoever..... which makes it no point whatsoever bothering ever with anything...
Unless its fabulist fun...... And I amy have been working rather hard on just that.

But of course, it is the inability of the very Monbiots...to laugh at their own madnesses....which is the real prob.... and what my newspaper is rather good at..... if it ever actually does get launched... the iron dome of the soul of all suposed loyal acolytes and  ...is of course as true as the wonky townie garbage that Guardian Inc gets out  blah blah...back soon.

SO, the quite good (unusual)... woof, woof

religious bigot talk, on, infact, now we would not lower onesself to the number of the beast, stats of the scoundrel... "but, 450 million of them may at the flip of a boat, come here and nick your jobs and council houses, and places in the queue for the doc.... "

If one amortises and crunches the numbers, as in ehhhh...? perhaps three hundred million actual adults, no, lets make that two hundred million adults who may be old enough to travel around a little, and young enough not to be in a framed by the Zimmer men....

Two hundred million folk, and only a handful of incidents which pretty obviously are the ...I was going to write "work"....
silly me, as every word matters.
Wolves are very very thinly scattered in real life. They do not naturally ruin their own patch. In the (primeval state, i.e. way up there highest tundras) wild they are not particularly fearful of other beasts more or less their own size i.e. us, twolegs.... when ostracised into loneness they do indeed go a bit wonky and dont live that long....


SO, there you are, thats all of you, in a very successful wasteland of peace treaty quite successful really.... I mean a whole lifetime on and all our dreadful media has to do is waffle and mumble on about bangs seventy whole years ago I mean thats all most into the realm of The Classics ...
That melting pot of lone wolf meat that frankly is so immature ~ has something of the milk~fed venison about it.... most would not order it as burger....  all those ideas and variants on it all.... and "they" even have as textbook  example what you could do with just a little Twin Tower aforethought and get fuckin organised and think ahead.....
"they" have not even come close to emulating.....
WHich means, amortising a hell of a lot of porous borders, Kalashnikov a few busrides over a few even more porous borders away.... a lot of wizzened old Turks with grudges even longer than those Balkaneyes....  
never mind the factoid that the Jewrabs tend to be far less on the pop, at last some journalist has dared to make this point I made a few years ago I do believe or am I raising my own skull and cross bones just because I know the real prob.....and have him on tape...and its far sadder than any pretence that there is any of it..... in any Island other than Mr Huxleys imagination.
I mean, there we are one ear dozing off to the wireless last night some forgiven and forgiving Fenian who had actually got organised along with the rest of his terrorist army and many with brains )all seven of us left) having read Sean's illegal book,  were titting the tat tat of the Britisher with his supplying moral suport of his enemy by dint of actually encouraging them to commit acts of terrorism....

SO, there we have an irish man speaking of how him and his gang...sssss... planned their job of a bit of mutually unfair murder... which revolts me of course, every pacifist querulous rejoinder and legal codicil of non compliance and.....
Now, Ive been listening...... a certain amount as it is part of the lesson plan...... but I have yet to hear ...I mean I am sure it is there, tales of well oiled machines plotting and planning, something that isnt a load of unemployed lads given free holidays and paintball sessions abroad..... and the odd one getting a call some maybe years on from perhaps rather wonky tentmate.... the one in a million who may have some spare cash
If you arbitrage into the equations the precedent...  the stirring up the nests with their wet stick ~ the inability to be intelligent enough to find the latrine so piss on any old dead body nearby....  the ten percent in France never mind the fact that without the dulling alcohol one may indeed develop a little fervour a little more than average... thinking tends to do that for you....

TBC...... we havent even thought of the punchline yet, but I know what the point is....




Dya wanna be in my gang.....

Oh, there is one....   And the master, Shylock meets Fagin, meets who is the other one so prejudicially described.... the ultra hookey, and he is Polish too....  ?

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

subtiled....at last, he, my ally.... nearly equal ...gets it
!

cos, you need them....or they take over....as they already have and any politician thinks it will not  take a decade to adjust back the so called cultures....fetid and trite, silly and really rather a hell of a fright

Should go holiday yoo kraine....

when you ain't got nuthin'....[in purple ix and bold], right?

Monday, 16 February 2015

habit

which is a word worthy of entitlement..... because, the probation officers out there spinning their web of deceit between the toes of their victims wont get it of course, and the mindful of fuckin guru for breakfast certainly will have reinvented something far more complicated.....
But with a simplest existence so absurdly complex..... there is only one way not to let it all drive you mad, and madness is fun but not having enough processing power left over on the side to process it..... is sucha  waste, and I don't like waste.....
well where the fucks me battery pic gone!
I mean this ones just been ten days in the perfect soul mining process of digging out every bit of wonky whatever..... and its already testing....
but Ive all the patience in the world if there is one word which....


Freedom does not come from anything other than .... habit

But, there is no point even pretending that almost all of creative thinking will have been stolen...nicked...thieved like the underdog and at least that is a weird bit of honesty...... what does it mean, or why would one mean it (fireside battle plans drawn out of the eye via hot poker.... if you can get a word in between the fidgets) ... what kind of moron has an internal routing switch?.... enjoy,  just its the issiness of one.... to like associating with the underdog....
Which in so many ways is just projection yet again of one's vanity... conceit.... I mean what if all those underdogs suddenly did get up and tear your ankles to shreds and ... inherit the earth and all the best vegetable growing spots....
Of course one wouldn't celebrate their time in the sun.....
And if you would, and mean it, you're a fuckin liar....


But one thing I do know.....if the most humble (with certain very specific exceptions) user of the dreadful current technology one may need (hhahhhh..... its today, funny that ... the several I advise on their simplest claims regarding what may keep the lone woolf from the door with the AK .....  even if starving to death is a nice way to go, with loads of interesting halucinations in the checking out period....
funny that, several freelance Citizens being advised.....
On what they were entitled to a year ago.....
None have had yet despite it being rolled out .....(how clever Mr IDS is.... "under budget, rolled out to fanfare of rolling out and under budget...!" .... except they haven't stuck in there and all the journalists are now nodding like ducks .... quacks..... ehhh... if one is an ebay vendor, one has ones hands tied VERY firmly around ones back..... with the Scimitar GTX held above balanced as if by the lightest gossamer web.... because fuck one customer off and it is maybe arguable..... your feedback rating thumbs up like button turns red....
And as for the so called good citizens of the ebay call centre actually being able to read correspondence on the matter, like read properly what will always be two sides, of what are almost always quite subjective transactions selling second hand stuff....
As for the executioner of the refund ....because THEY do... they take your cash if some Latvian even suggests he hasnt received his ipad yet.....
when he rather cleverly obfuscated the initial delivery address such that you end up just doing it his way....clever chap, which a month down the route you discover was against the sellers charter which is as long as ten magna carters....
So of course you just roll over and die because you know full well little miss UK educated, or worse, yankee ..... can't read.
So the only way to retain 99% ....is just press, like...... your unfair default to complainant

And they want that as a model for "just,,,ice"

Which is laughable if it were not for the prefact dejure wank of, ...... ehh Universal credit.... funny that most of the underdogs I know dont have a computer, and as for your smart screen well its rather small and cant manage even the most ubiquitous website such as ebay and let you do much....
BUT HARDWARE AND TECH ARE DULL SUBJECTS.... ACC CAP HAHH HAVENT DONE THAT A WHILE..... must be these gorgeous keys..... of course they must be fixed, all will be in time
So, ehhh..... if Universal Credit is rolled out nationally, how come that doesnt include the several teethpulled little chiwowas that I am aware are in the system as the other system brought them to their knees but the only way they can stay in that system.... just to have the smallest hope of not being arrested for sending their own kids a birthday card....
(despite no evidence against, i dont like the agressive, so dont deal with them....and you can tell)
And the few miscelaneous claimants whos cases are as clear as even the murkiest crystal would alow crystaline viewpioints ...
gettin a bit like just a minute here, more on that later.....

None, have even had their first letter stating that the claims just for their ordinary jobsearch money or the housing "benefit" which in this country which has tougher anti~tenenent regimes than almost any other in the world....to keep the prices nice and high for all the pensioners just about to have their chunk of cash, so they can exploit the next generation or so down on the good old nice buy2let .... so the taxpayer can then pay "the majority of housing benefit is now paid to those IN work" ....
Funny that .....  seems all a bit skewif to me.... a bit utterly Ronal Searle
A bit like the Trinnians really did take over....
Terrorising....

And, well..... funny old "national roll~out"
below budget
Especially when as the rolling hasnt even started surely thats where the "budget" is gonna be rather...spent


None of which interests me other than I will wager my whole empire that Mr Smith's  will be shown to be made of chocolate
And melt if the excuses for citizen journalists in this fey land can ever find the rechargeable batteries to stick in their torch.....

But then of course why would they be allowed to just get oin and think..... when even Microsoft, I mean I assume ...I need my microsoft account...to log into the livemail account....which sits on top of Live Mail.... which is the regeneration of Outlook Express, which then became Windows Live.... or did it just become Live...or Mail
Which we could just about manage to intelectually balance ...
Untuil we at long last sit down, NO FUCKING BAD ENERGY round me.... sit and think, ok.... time to catch up on that too long neglected, even if tried....
(give up on the ones who promise they will pay their cash over no receipt just send some cash cos i do your printing.... and then there is the admin costs of the 75 fuckin emails and calls being nice to all the hey man why didnt you ask ill send cash....)
So, I have a note, livemail password is xyzA~£££££££££££££££££££££££££
except, you look up that word, livemail which Ive given up ebven trying to internalise if i need it to log into the same account i have used well overa  decade....
which isnt microsoft just a reliable pop 3 enabled webmail which you can also download on Outlook express which was great...worked....
especially since mail.com / post.com when they started 15 years ago were so utterly awful they ate many many of my small business emails and we didnt even know about it... and gradually discovered we were one of many......
but they did at least acknowledge and even personally on the blower say sorry..... and were thus not only forgiven but apreciated for the fact they may well have learnt the lesson of dont believe their own hype and do their job fuckin properly....which may explain why no "outages" for a decade ....
even if they have skin fiddling disease

Anyway, so... hmmm...catchup, ok lets do it just in case.... now i have the perfect password which covers all for this century....
... but hark yonder what the helll...... livemail .... or is it "live" or.... now it seems to be called something else, outlook..... but that is what is on my trusty office 2003 disc that if i could i would break like Jesus bread and feed the world for free ..... because it was all you ever needed..... still works fine, despite no updating the dodgy copy... (supplied by Hay counterfeiters inc...hahh what a laugh to see on a rare glance at some local rag few mths back... poor old beardy turned out to be  a video counterfeiter major scale down there at Orbiting ...all that book crime Hay ....bet they don't have that in the tourist brocjures.....)
SO, solidarity....with journalism being ... it is now officially no longer possible to keep up with what we were propogandised for years were essential tools....
And all the almost annual recastiong of the blades..... the sick, feel is essential ...oh yes so livemail or is it outlook you get from windows essentials or is it windows live or is it.....
But then I no longer ever have to even think about my own email........ its all over
bahh the

hahhh...... at lastish......
one of the greats...... even if I never ever had the time to enjoy.... the sour grins
or time to even notice...
But I do now, as habits formed...... work.
No minfulness gronio at 50 quid a walk around the woods well I would want her bent over the rotting trunks of her mouldy soul ..... inclus.... an ...cloooss...
would ever life coach you to other than a coach trip into the ovens with all the rest of her silly custom....

chose life, the least slimey of the lot....
But you wont know about that side of me....yet


Only the Irish are actually allowed to moan..... after all they were so thick they never even managed to monetise or even build museum....
To their lousy farming practices.
(did I hear that right, earlier "weve only [worldwide] got 100 harvests left...in the soil..")










so indeed.... but the main thing is knowing that it really doesn't matter.


Now, I am angry, because.... time is irrelevant, but being entitled to my seasons, well....
winter is certainly for mulling, whining in the ears and being grateful you are not one of them.....
Because as the new quasi~god..... did indeed get it, all that right wing business....is simply so boring.

wow, gosh...hey listen to that ebay Press Release.....

Sunday, 15 February 2015

The tragedies....look... wink

In the West they speak of Gladwell's Commons, but....

One of many that pricks my conscience, well actually not....because you have no idea the actual opera of risk that's been going on in my little offshoot of Up To Me and my little brand of gonzo journalism....  talk about WHY ..... to become politicised, walks straight into my little gizmo as gift frankly impossible......
Yest.....
NOTHING is meant to ever happen in my dreary life, up and down the hills on rusty old bikes (left so, being your actual country is one where if just doing normal things like leaving your bike locked at a busstop lamppost.... well, it better not look worth owt on ebay.... )
And there you are on your first, well not really, but certainly first entirely official dual..... just like that, I mean I wasnt that sure even, well I was, but didnt have all the arguments nicely plotted out, joining all the dots.... why fracking may not be the nicest way to move things along, even if as a leveller despite being really quite hitech... i would stop.
Or at least recycle every laptop in the world for at least a decade of reuse which is entirely possible....with some tech savvy ....
particularly if you will always celebrate every moment of even hellish life.

Right, attention, no words can do the following justice.... you set the bait, even if unplanned because you are just off to look for cheap Berbers ..or is it oilskins....  and nowt ever happens at the weekend in my surrounding odd little market towns, very small..... there is your bait, it doesn't even know it is bait..... and if you would like the cast iron proof of a vote for a certain load of nutters is.... avbout as silly as expecting a poor propogandised for so many years Central European to not spit out the bait they were all hooked on and realise (as my actual real life intelect still grapples with because there was that truly dtreadful book suposed first look at the fruitpickers on below min wage over here... that they want to kick out back over there.... yet entirely failed despite its rediculous Granta or whatever it was credentials as compassionate look at felow humans, utter rubish..... I am quite sure had I been deprived of what the telly told them would always make them happy, stuff, and cash.... I would spearhead ok lets make sure we have loads and loads....
And the unhapiness ~angry, deep down beneath the pretence of all is nice and well, of some Central Europeans I have known just in passing, one was in a caravan half a mile above our farmhouse for some time.... the intelligent and rather splendid 30 something father over here trying to dig some gold out of the ground for his Missus back home.... who simply could not accept indeed was in tremendous pain, that any lovely Western capitalist ~ the highest possible form of moral and functional peak of existence.... so his telly had told him so many tears.... had all along had him on a zero hrs con tract.... and in fact not only wasn't there one...the reason was because in reality even the SUPER nice employer, well thought of, popular, in Hay environs.... had him on below the minimum wage.....
None of which was interesting but what was was his (unusually alcohol free) mentality very well versed in the world and even quite a lot of grown up politics.... could not accept the facts staring him in his empty fridge as he was cold and hungry in the winter....

But, we... that includes me, of course somehow we are being prejudiced..... but what do you do..... one silly Buddhist woman about here is on street corners preaching about the Ruskies being known to the higher orders of the chalice to St Everywhere that even the dali Lama has made private pronunciations (she of course is party to...via the several hundred quid no doubt special plenary sessions otherwise known as mindfulness retreats ... apparently only the most chosen of higher priestesses are invited to...) that Russia especially Vlad..... is/are the personification of the most advanced peaceniks on the planet....
Yet of course she dare not quite say these things so that everyone else can hear.... unless in extremely expensive posh cafe in the other town....
None of my biz...... all that is my biz is why I may feel genuine sadness the last half a year at so many Palestinian children yet again in crutches..... but whats going on with that one I shall never forget her dad holds her face up.... one eye, only, left....
I hope I never forget.
It is there, now...so much to see.....
(hahhh.... so we are branded "ISIS" I mean what a day... first the faties are forefront of the news .... and then the day ends on ... (infil later, what the taxi man said...)

But there is one tragedy (not nuts, just so much to finish off just a few little preparations not even known what for...) because the tragedy of the commons is more perhaps even if the truth of the commons is that silly phrases the self regarding have uttered so long dont seem to have worked..... because one common man, and another... me and him, we agree on so many things....  we even agree on his policies regarding what may come up out of the pipes..... which he can speak of with authority as it was his job..... even if he campaigns against brown people, by dint of a policy which is to encourage what he himself speaks of as so "dangerous" for reasons that the moron youth cant even shut up for long enough to lay out carefully in one or two pages of readable text....

 The other one of many tragedies..... and at last, being as I have at last found some good small people playing with the variants of one fanatical view on the madness above and the other....
The other tragedy is those whitest folk, in all sorts of ways, my book still on someone else's shelves seemed quite good on the facts of getting rid of all the browner.... but that as yesterday and all yesterdays are deluded.... But I still havent had the humanity to move aside from my prejudices and look up what may be a bit of maybe~truth on what maybe happening in YUK riiii eene... because well...  never mind fuck....
But then you see a bit of very rare hopefully careful journalism up there on that Tube... that doesnt at all surprise, the Newsnight segment...  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJhJ6hks0Jg  and there they are of course, all along, ordinary uninvolved people whom of course don't chose what colour they are born or which fence behind....
ripped to pieces by .... other ordinary people, maybe....
And no one will ever know who's "fault"....

Which is nothing to do with anything and I certainly do not have time to think, unfortunately.... so as to write up an extraordinary moment.... nothing to do with anyone else, because it is in my pocket and my head, what may be the virus which could show our own people to be just as mad, just as cynical, just as on the one hand supporting poisoning people )own words) and on the other stating why poisoning people is in fact underestimated by even so called green brains....  Bit the thing is, getting the slime, firmly and finally ....such is the proof that politicisation is just a mad necessity.... such a jolly decent and nice rather loneley old man  ... I cannot possibly say a word.... And i mean it. weapons are horrid things....in any hands.


Any of my Ukrainian readers (weirdly gone up a bit again, 1/4 at least..) ... you can share your secrets with me.... the one bit of ammo I sent my troops out with no hope of actually finding, the little fuckers go and stumble across first kick to the rubble in the playground..... that surely is explosive...surely..... But it personifies that we are all just the same cuddly people and all differences are ridiculous....
I shall not ...(hmmmm) use the only weapon Ive sought two years.... as talk about a time saver.... not wasting one more second on that rather big battle.... because in many respects it does end it. Or is that just my fabulism...

Except of course you cannot do journalism via screen... it has to be, there
Anyway forget all that ... what the tube is really for i didnt even know my version was mono.... and it made me think of one very white destroying another.... 'tadid, promise....


which may be the same as the fabulous sound never heard before swirling around like sarin gas

Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade of Pale [Unreleased Stereo Version] (1967) ...  which is a very nice version

which perhaps proves a point, dont think just because people have stuff.... means they can do their job properly and manage to get blogger to come up with the same list of options from youtube as youtube which owns each other...

But, in that thing was it.... a piece.... "ehh, maybe at last Ukraine has figured, not all these Western gift bearers are necessarily with your best interest in mind....."
god fuckin woken up at last..... maybe







Sue them, nobody wants to be one...a poor little +

Saturday, 14 February 2015

hahh hahh hahhh ...talk about getting your own back.....  and creating a total Tory tart into the bargain..... so will lady muck oboe as fat as come screaming after the hunter down the street....a deal, wasnt....


Kissing UKIP

.... after all we are just the same blood and guts....
should be entitled sacrifice really....
oh my god....so theres me in my fantasy world, stalking my Queen by rickshaw.... no, all the time wrong.... Ive just seen the palace...I need.
so, if one pledges to not only secure the fat bums in their wobbly seats.... and have to save them from starvation, concurrently.....

This operation better get to a new gastric band of ....fuckin nuclear tipped efficiency

Espesh as Mr Wobble...Jah.... has, just as I have....admitted, in public.... Its Up To He.... and by dint of so many years deferring .... we get the green slime we deserve.

But god, its so boring.... indeed I do believe training the blacks for war, is actually a genuinely more fulfilling exercise, even if of course theyll never be used.....
but we shall return to this one day....meanwhile, where is that Bristol bird...hiding in the undergrowth. I need, the only one who has said what Ive been making up for years....




Of course one only truly respects and hence has on when one wants to really, think....

real music, perfect blend of both





So, the whole shooting match will have to be

....diverted to the Southern front

!!

Is that not the funniest underheadline just about ever.....
(Now, compassion is, ehh..... look I am not a welfarist in any way..... at times as a bloody 119 hrs a day single parent actually being a parent which means having a little scruffy geegee around never mind loads of ferrets so that the child can be brought up properly with plenty of poo around to roll around in...etc...  all of which take up huge slabs of time.... never mind endless fixing of cages, old motors so as to manage long school runs....and a proper socialising program which near Hay on Wye is almost impossible they so snotty and back stabbing each other at their lotus farms  they cant manage to keep on top of standard communications re things like that gig is cancelled, that picnic is there etc.... but some people need state payments to compensate for all the utter ripoffs... and then others, say someone who had  a tripple whammy in just a few months...
simply cannot find a reason not to sit and stare at the lovely river running behind their camp...for months.... and no one would force them because you cannot, there are times in life where you do not function, perhaps as healthy slow reboot the afterburners.... all requires ...processing...its the key to life and all I ever scream....)


But you see....my only actual local hero...... and thats no quip, even if we differ on something which is curious and we can come back to later.... him hitting the quils to the local rag (not online hhahh hahh fuck off and wait tile the Hunteresque job.... better) him demanding front page the Welsh cow is sacked for niggerising the farmers...or was it the Welsh...

To me, even if years ago I dare not even admit who I effete was.....  it is only about deeds... and the only words that matter are...." tar my fat arse in feather and lice if i do not actually do summat....".
My hero is fat.....
My only ...equal
Even if of course I'm my only hero because i trudge on and indeed do help out a few still just for literary purposes....whom, are bulletproof in their claims for grub just so they can wander down to the busstop, which isnt actually there any more, Mr  J* [infil later...we know which list he is on..]  fat cunt he is couldnt get off his lardy one and do his job saving them
The poor not only cannot get work, or buses to work..... believe me and i hate dole scroungers... even if just occasionally its a necessity.... but the simplest possible claims for legal entitlement ... most now, do not even get a reply....

And now theyre going to discriminate against the fatties!
Riseup the fat... the only ones whom may indeed have some calorific value such they can lift the pitchfork!


Anyway back to far more real and important,











( really dumb fat East Ukrainian vodka sozzled steroid pumped squaddie to his mate, in the apropriate caveman tones: "uhhh....snot a ...Skoda.... must be against us if not one of ours.....see... machine gun welded to boot.... [i mean even ISIS have excelent welding skills it would seem adapta tak~taxi...]... ... zee Milton Keynes gunrunner sticker next to serial .... whatdoes battle taxi means....?? ...  phone Vlad..... )