...' identity'... and am whole/complete/centred/ safely spaced ...and fould write a new nonsensical book about nothing and get rich!!
so there i was just winding down with yet another load of hype the radio 4 wednesday afternoon broadcast of the Media Show ..
who will never tell you how metrowhatever scum media 'users' ( thats the ' makers' around early 80s sat there over cokes desperate for better coke and decided to so dumb down and vulgarate almost all media and ruin everything for their own sick ends...
didnt happen anything like as much in Europe or even the mad land of Columbine youessay...
Soho scum.... period... blessem
anyway there are two words i never use blog and podcast ...it hurts to fingerjab the latter
Because before inventing new anything the younger generation need to learn the old words first...
from for example Melvyn's superb In Our Time...
Even agent Z in 2017 copied some of the Hannah Arendt one into her school essay on her, having been told by an authority " it was superb"
and we hear from the Media ones today that IOT continues new brush .. and always 27 years was in that one chatty format Melvyn often tellin em in Northernish to "stop wafflin and get to the point ...and not sure about that link you draw there luv.."
a ... "broadcast." ... thats the same as they say as the popular " podcast" format and even IOT apparently the data says is v popular with Gen Z.....
in that format
in otherwords their whole stupid wanky smartdick sounding word , podcast, was never needed....
as i knew as soon as i heard it used ..
ditto ' blog' Montaigne wrote loads of regular in-the- moment cheeky reflections by pamphlet and chucked em out if his garret window seeing where the wind blew them ( 2nd part of that stc not true or could have been..maybe ...maybe his misses pissed off at his fountainpenned musings upon whether it was respectful to bend her over the aga comme les chiens.. and that they may become famous at her expense, her not getting a slice, went and gave them out for free down the farmers market....)
anyway eureka i hate that word and chummy chatting never works only brutal swordplay among experts as per Melv works .. but it suddenly came ...
I am a PoNdcaster!
Stories of pondflife.. smiley bighug!!!!!
indeed....
from the scum atop to the smelliest sludge on the bottom
and all fabulous variants In between of
pondweed
indeed the nature of them....needs a whole book series on it....
coffee table size
pretend to join in the worst ever and massively expanding genre ever: the cartoon version of nature and living by and close to it!
The Pondweed Bible....
which has already been woven into the dead pond of a range of subjects philosophically mused upon in 2 years if pondcasting at Ralpschism twatcast on Sirstack
at least i never bated badgers as a younger man old enough MBE to know better, having made his fortune and moved out Evesham way.. .. the fortune part paid to a man to be his right hand man i interviewed 5 years ago ...
which will all be woven into future walk'ntalks ...
many already in the can
and a whole new theme underway a week.... this time with a real purpose.. future tomorrow Eckheart ... grown ups need to DO tomorrow, now ....
...may work
Anyway...to further explain the scurrilous video/audio on why Raynor Winn was 'bullied' - a word i never use but its the only shorter word to get into these stupid limiting titles the size of a fakebook mssg...
A much better description of why she is one of a whole very damaging fake genre..
free substack audio
(sometimes my audios have all sorts of unique and exciting extra waffle in them that may not be obviously connected t6o the title...and i may entirely have forgotten is in there for now... and even have guest appearances...ditto)
good boy slow down get here the bits of film and photos that go 'with' the walkntalk
only intending to make the mean browser, jealous..
but theres one production 'value' too far..... the fifteen minutes to go back and flip a video round the RIGHT way up that it was taken when the stupid camera tries to think for itself and be 'smart' and puts it wrong way round...
ohh yes....so all these nature girls who colonised sir why do you say they are all fake?
well... looking at the forecast a week ago today was the only guaranteed nice day so a week ago i earmarked today for the long walk.. 15ish km ..up a small rd out of the main 'walking' village in the area and down another back into it... and how many people did i see all walk... zero...except for the highly strung woman in red ribbed jacket always proving the point the ribbed brigade can only ever show off, never stop and talk...all so so busy...
BUT I ALWAYS FORGET THE PUNCHLINE
yesterday item and today...
(but then nothing is ever ever preplanned all on the hoof for 3 years limited battery no time and one planed helper she ran away after watching an Eisenstein..
so just wasted my precious time)
so yes...
why, did not the likes of Mr Marchant mention, until maybe the (made up figurative but it would be justice) night some strung out junky came and chucked a brick through his twee Presteigne cottage window having mistaken him - theyre all always in the same bohemian costume... for the dealer who sold the bad drugs to his buddy who died the day before... and how his beloved Presteigne was becoming a gangland of stung out junkies years ago...
because of course for the ONLY reason nobody ever mentioned the same in HAy...nor all other such fantasy hobbit towns...
Because WHATever one does one must never ever say anything about reality until one runs away... (themother of the second throwin' junky perhaps rightly knife in hand a brandishin.. the one sane mother left that is)
HAVING....sold ones little twee cottage to the next sucker who moves in believing the .. scam
All all of them ever were and still are is pondlife property ...whats the word for 'flippers'.. ?
buy in, hype, spin, and sell on...
That is in fact ALL their awful books ever have been ...and will be until someone writes a real book about them being just that....
(oh yes i know who they are now thisterregion but that will have to wait until next time... think the ones whom from maybe 35 years ago when one may got to an ok smaller festival... and all of a sudden one would find some hamburger with a rocket leaf and gojii berry and some smiley handmade signage telling you of its plenishment before that baby word became au fair.....everywhere here! ...and tried to extort £9.99... in thenmoney...
of course... thats why the place is littered with 30 grand small showoff vans....
And one thing i don't need to believe, as its factoid
(Unlike even him... probably died of sugartoo...)
i shall never ever ever 'convert' anywhere near my deathbed.. but i really must get this one in starkest terms unambiguous i have NO idea what to believe in as clearly 'belief' has been piggybacked by every needy neurotic for millennia who wishes to cash in...
One thing i need to remeber not to believe in but know...is that life became the exact opposite of what every WPP exec and silly Oliver Burkeman and De Boty for decades have been saying as theyve nothing REAl to say " ohh my ohh my life so accelerated.."
when in fact its the exact opposite.
now i do have a life even if ALL is connected... the only real fun though is for 3 1/2 years coercing and manipulating The Mong (still talking to me as i write) who ultimately is the 'answer' as is all crossbreeding but no matter how insultingly over the line i get she never gets cross
(even to my surprise the last month having been tried and convicted in truly dulcet tones of rhetoric, for the worst ever instance of people pleasing/gibbering ever... this is known as a REAL woman... who can take the TRUTH...for her own benefit... .when it is passed on so as to educate HER regarding HER new in-oven Monglett, which one must not 'pray' will stick this time....you just gotta ZEN - the real version which hurts... )
Anyway dont think this 'platform' is my only operant place..
And one day all interesting little snippets will be woven together as all my life for 20 years has only been about one4 simple thread...
But remember ... as -3 mornings do have one problem in that one simply cannot type and one is slowed down...
one really does have all the time in the world the way this ignorant genocidal society fails EVER to actually listen to its own, once great ....science! or until 30 years of blokes have been murdered or worse...
remember that old bicycling chap i knew a decade ago (many recorded interviews in my can) ...84
I would say to folk " if you EVER feel sorry for yourself just think of him... 12 km each way, 25ish in total, Kington to fatty's Presteigne and back, up quite steep hilly sections ...at least 3 times a week on oldish bike only couple of gears... he's astonishing .. looks and acts 15 years younger... doesnt even have a fancy education or any fluorescent..just knows what his body needs..."
yestersometime 
until the day came when "theyve told me i need me prostrate whipped out urgently... "still said with bright eyes and fine posture...
well i tried to tell him
but even he wouldnt listen.
And by 6ish months later even he had plain forgot, due " it went wrong... i now pee ALL night up every hour...havent slept for more than an hour at a time since i had it done.... god i wish i had never heard of their Nutzy so called health service..."
And so soon after, dead....
Yes.. theres me thinking what a HURRY top finish off many points only two thirds made... history will change so quickly they will be irrelevent by lunchtime..
Which is the biggest con of all....
For them Bovarian peeps... (thats you as any real non Bovarian would have gifted me by voluntary donation their stupid clunky Bungaloafing existence by now so i can finish off all my ..reflections.... for THEM!...and realised they gotta do a Sid... Herman the fine German knowing no guru nor any mindful yoga or even sex with a goddess never mind travel on holiday [theres no 'travel' left anywhere as Gweek got there first to use drugs in trendier spots...except bolivia... now WHY did Mrs purple hat play sucha game with me...letting me harp on when she had li8ved there that WAS the only interesting real encounter witha clearly esteemed enough to PLAY woman..] ... is gonna cure you of the affluenzic malaise that killed her off too)
All stuck in his fine 1856 universal long lasting tale of... the bourgeois construct.. kills everyone and stops ALL new acts...dead...
i have many personal messages that over time will be woven in here...if my few communicatrixes think i waste my time barking ONLY at them for them to never listen they havent read the words 'duel purpose' as clearly foreplayto some other purpose too...
and i only 'believe' in attempting to write groovy truths
for the next gen
its the only way i survived my elder gen... and her
Imagine the ultimate Judas turning out to be... the one whom bore you
I havent yet attempted to get that little factoid over to her...
well she never fucking deserved a grandchild if your whole life is going to be based on confected pity...
i just wish i had my dirty little chronicling habit in 2011 when she mistakenly called me instead of her intended sucking up to the man who had orchestrated her awful lying symphony for decades into..
stealing my kid..
being so so sweetly charmy on the doggie bone, to a child abuser... or thats whom she thought she was speaking with...
But all just funny chirpy stories and joke material...
which even the dreadful Ruby WAx (MAy 2023 on the wireless making jokes about how her book a few years earlier on 'mental health' and how to fix it clearly failed as a few years later she went full Little Green Men whackjob... bin-resident...) realised is indeed the only way to show we really ARE 'healed'... of just...life...
even if The English excepting Rachel Cusk ( the clue, a MONG :-) !!!! ) seem to want to completely avoid any real truth of.... or turn it into some fantasy of confected vulnerability....and missplaced pity
the only other remedy
however being English seems to require a LOT of time... three at least i have tied up and made watch that fabulous educational material...
but like some shit medicine it wears off after a few months...
clearly they must need repeat doses but they all find a way of wriggling out of the treatment centre one way or other..
and i only pity them. Never me
which is far more 'violent' an act upon them,
than any of the usual complaints they may have ....
the beautiful film does show....
yea...unlike Mr Me Before You.. a British production.... 'runs away' to Switzerland crying
He, a real man, who could only get a hard on in his earlobes
Somehow went on to...have several more real human children
( "Yasmin WHATEVER it takes tick toc body clock...tric toc tic toc... i shall harass you forever with this on repeat...tic toc...... get doggin...whatever it takes....tick toc..." it kinda worked..)
i try to make it clear now and again
but the sugar, taxes memory
never mind being human
( live aside it, amazing how it all just becomes irelevent rather hyped up story)
I dont read comments...
no interest in anyone elses take
been there done that one whole decade
big mistake
long known
the latter makes you
upsydownsy..
flouncy
pouncy
" laptop and latte
[ but do they dribble
in the honey or molasses
them smug Supplementary classes] "
as the political strategists may say
And one can be quite sure
your absurdist NHS
didnt read it either
sugar...the one poison that causes permanent, measurable
change
and still give em spotty dick and custard
to comfort
righty ho.... soon
post under development....gosh i write that a lot all a work in progress full time unpaid merely for your infotainment...and my own daughter's true history of this sceptic aisle..
A few months ago here - sorry no index yet, there are several initial riffs - rather analytical, of the great sin in the false narrative within The Salt Path. I lived literally on that path for two years until recently - in my little tin can meandering various coastal parkups.. and walking 1000s of km back and forth sections for exercise and actual soul food... I have spoken with 100s of fellow walkers of that Path, almost all female. As is the readership of that book. The false victimhood that Mother Theresa Winn claims in her book #37 in bestsellers of last 50 years if memory serves me, so angers many. As she really was their beyond reproach Ma Theresa... however a certain inevitable co-writer seems entirely absent from justified calling out of THEIR scandalous lies....
BUt that's not my own real beef as this book is part of a stable of similar books that have grown in just these kinds of rural places over the last 20 years. Each one just as much a subtle fantasy, or worse...
It may be rather pedantic, but real journalism may have rather broadened the subject of false books by some or other member of this large band of the 'usual suspects' (to anyone who had the missfortune of having to live in communities where they developed their gig). There are indeed a range of books - non fiction (all a real fiction when it comes to whichever faux hero or heroine they may purport to tell the story of), that grew all around this same theme park faux 'heroism'. I watched many of them over the years..
And by far the very worse example is the Ian Marchant book. To those not familiar with him or the book he almost pioneered the selling of the theme park - via his BBC salary doubtles not insignificant, which segued into further profiting from said theme park.... (also repeated in various 'nature' books that originated out of exactly the same ...clique)
A book by a man certainly given great kudos by his long BBC broadcasting career, which inevitably would have been influential in getting this suposed 'bible' on the counterculture commissioned, whilst living in Presteigne - an upcoming Guasrdian Reading nuveau bohemian incommer gated community, whilst that same community developed over the last 15 years a serious drug problem people like MArchant should have actually been in the vanguard of broadcasting locally on how to mentor the many younger people destroed by the very drugs in his bible, he as good as condones.
The vehicle character he chose Mr Rowberry could just as easily be some shabby exotic user in a cowboy hat living in any of the bohemian theme park towns of Cornwall from Gweek to Porthleven down the coast where a born and bred woman friend of mine spoke of the scourge of hard drugs that destroyed her own family. Or any of The MArches towns over the last few decades.
audio file downloadable made today file 002
that explains the true crimes of Messrs Marchant and co any journalist worth her salt could have found quite easily and 'exposed'
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1mcA4BVWUiM4cuponsHJPpyStNEjY1SFi/view?usp=sharing
and same file on free substack no subscription required (best if you listen here)
post under development
There are many of these mainly men who jumped on the 'counter culture' in one way or other publicly setting themselves up as all round goody goody - for profit, in areas such as The Marches (Hay-on-Wye Presteigne Brecon etc) or Cornwall who simply have nothing useful to say ever about the scourge that is destroying the lives of many younger men in such regions.
https://ianmarchant.com/a-hero-for-high-times/
https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m000ytzz
https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m001l2f7
https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00fkqmj
several recordings of the real Ian will be here within a week - one of criminal slander (gone woke-MAD! in keeping with his BBC salary) extremely loudly - making false allegations...as he waddles off after shouting horrid abuse....
on his 'rounds' very prominently of his High ST...
many references to add in... and links to earlier stuff
but for now scenes from the world not that far away from his beloved Presteigne ... wonder if he thought they are benefited, too from those lovely hard drugs he as hood as condoned in his heroic book
Now...don't move a muscle
like they can't either
i must find out if the photos have an inblog date and time stamp?
my my what i had to do to get here..... if only she knew.
This little postlett
(AHH the third things come back i had clear forgot theres a god called dog, the Zaneletts.... now you don't want to be even caring about whatserface the supermodel, Lucy ....so forgettable, except when they went off down the riverbank with my buddy to discuss which brand of yoga mat and left her young kids by the bank of a river in full tsunami as good as.... thats in an audio somewhere as the REAL history of yoga, 'spirituality', and ...well i don't know what exactly, devil may care....
anyway anyone would think one cared about the ZAnes ... think an advert for ohh i see keratase isn't good enough anymore it has to be keratase 'serum' that sounds a bit spunky...
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anyway in the middle of nowhere ... along they come to flounce, and it's nothing to do with me as i was always occupied living 'the' life which means when you have a child (many videos in video section go to links and look up whatever store ) which meant a lot of the spring summer autumn when not saving yoga enthusiasts children from drowning one would be at the only good thing about The Marches lowlands being Hay beach known as The Warren a glorious long stretch of shingle the children would play at all day if their parents could be bothered to take things to occupy them with other than the 2000s pretty great clear waters full of fishies before the keratase ended up down the private sceptic tankstoo and killed em all....
anyway ..things... always...despite it requiring clever use of head and logistics always a box of ferrets... best if with a brood of young nippers too for the children of the town to be Pied Pipered into actually learning about play and nature....
bliss..paradise... all those Guardian Colour Supplementary mums and kids....could be 'channelled' into new friends or funtime with mine.... including fully inclusively the Zaneletts...
but there was an art
a true art akin to the only great piece of art seen in all those dreadful Supplementary regions over 20 years..
His the young Indian snappers who held me for days ..
in fact i even 'bought' it.. (£20 story related to cont one day)
so the art of waiting.... patiently until her Flounciness got bored enough to go and enquire of the local chappie....what her kids were so entranced with playing so attentively with..and laughing real belly laughs....
and there is only one bit of sport that isn't sport whatsoever as the smell would have kept me the safe side of any of their front doors, it is...
" so what are these..?."
" they are ferrets and would you like me to tell you something about them so you can educate your kids in the SUV back up to town with some real country educative stuff..?"
" go on then..."
[they find it hard to meet your eye until they ...well i dont know exactly what the deal is as nor do they... blessem]
" well among other things, such as being just as clever and canny as your designer dogs ferrits have an interesting unusual characteristic... the women have to have sex at least once a year ..or they die.."
and there is no more fun than saying that to the varied supermodels and Flouncies who started to buy up all the parking spaces in town from the late 00s.... straight into her eyes
just to see if she blinked... [even better, asked why] )
Anyway now.....of course it's no one's "fault" ...girls will be girls... but my my the desperate need to compete...
For hair products
and just as important the latest space age new age spacecadettery
ok i can move my muscles now so precariously the old phone wired up to the so broken computer.... to clear off the last ever 30gb...
but these little chaps... well, they couldnt
in her bedroom caged up....
but nobody will call her a 'puppy farmer' even if her kitchen shitstained with the evidence...
a poetical riff in one earlier today makes poetical allusion to something about pans of poo and dangling..
and it - the silly stupid 'AI' one must now assume, calls it something you need to be warned about before having a peek...
No i don't believe in conspiracy, only ignorance that gets worse and worse and as sure as ferrits are ferrits even worser...
which is all that has happened in 50 dull years of existence.,... thats only slowed down, no 'progress' at all....actually ask any younger person what their reality is - backwards, such that they dont even know any more how less can be more...
...theirs.
Gosh that sounds yuck.
But as one tries, fairly often even if for duel purpose, to speak with the 'believers' as long as it isn't the newer 'age' gobbledygookerites, my my they don't even know words like 'schema' or just 'something' seems to be too antagonistic ...
so it says "1 hour 30 minutes" to upload which is unbelievable because the whole point is getting up (for 25 years) at an hour or so before them....come along and use the limited resources ..
which is ALLways the issue in the non cives places
(if one more woman auto-says 'pagan' to me without knowing what it means: NOTHING except yer not from the city states of Rome or Sparta or Londimium..
that's all ... i shall run away crying forever as one could cry at how boring they all are with their non word the usual excuse for buying more nonart about nothing...)
anyway now hate the sin and not the sinner is about the only surefire useful phrase in their dodgy skyfaerie book
And perfectly personified in when one has COMMON 'cause' you rattle out a text to chief baddie,
https://www.ralphschism.com/p/archpointyhat.html
and she texts back immediately with her usual evasion - doing something critical on a choochoo connected with not here and now....
but she knowsTHIS TIME it matters...a lot.
My my funtimes ahead...
And we WILL be grooming and coercing arch pointy hat ... to be in the gang.
There will only be two gangs. Even if not 'divided' merely the rhetoric of the other side is so cloyingly Tim Stanley.... it has to be addressed or there is only doomscrolling forever....
But as i knew even if it may never be, The Mong has the key to the kingdom of some future sanity, reality, if her doctor doesn't hug her to death...
Anyway above all, if one just actively-observes by which one means sometimes being Orwellian meaning get in the kitchen with the starving dishwashers for some time and see what one finds and philosophises from being one of them... even if the thoughtful person can never be entirely as he discovered and didnt quite write well enough about how even those scum dealing with the scum at the bottom of the pan or sink or in the blocked drains, never consider themselves scum and in a way they always find purpose, learning to tolerate their new identity which is far too pretentious a way of saying just finding some position in the hierarchy that is free from a punch for not being in the hierarchy..
But the idea one may question anything is a madmans dream unless he errata s/he is i dont believe in many differences at all as per Hayling an evol biol herself...is mad enough to dream that being considered mad enough to dream otherwise is also worthwhile an existence.
Which is deliberate irony in that one has no choice.
One is either born to be on an island or not...
The amount of times i have groomed a few of the obvious island dwellers on that one ...don't fight it...you wont change... you can't even live soundly in the eddies that exist between them, in sound or strait... you will fall over and drown... accept your islanderism..
which is the exact opposite of this Sceptic Shopping Aisle as the one most astonishing thing of a quite satisfactory life of the mind and LOADSA s/he-man toughnut lumberjacking too, is how in fact history so so slowed down just about the time the professionalised numbties started to say it's 'speeding up' and how utterly conformist the Britols became... brittle in their desperate and very sad need to have a starring role in Madame Bovary as if it wasn't a warning: find a different way, and do not whatever you do trust the Portobello marketeer racketeers of the 80s 90s...
As one day they will all run away and colonise Hay, Stroud, the whole SW as they never did really like narrow country roads and here they only have to do shorter distances on them.... and the train connection back to London is a tad more straightforward and expensive enough to keep out too much scummy riff raff who used to be their London neighbours... (wrong on that one as organised crime had very deep pockets, and are cleverer when it comes to bribing very dinosaur counsellors etc)
yes they will colonise, and even pimp books on 'change' but never for a second stop and think what it means... never mind still try and get Ken High St boho (large covered, i heard its gone) market prices for shoddy goods, in the hills of the SW....
But it's their... total lack of 'rolling with it', that amuses me... on many a level.
(ohh yes that was funny the lovely film crew up in them hills, apparently are not so lovely - i heard it from a horses mouth, and saw it myself.....but we could have told anyone that decades ago back in the Black Mountains as it got all Withnailly... how theyre always selfish unhappy performative city peeps who go all yummy about being paid to work on 'site' in the hills all beardy and even some pet dreadlocks to make up the image....but when the drugs run out or the damp isnt tolerated as sure as ferrits are ferrits they get...angry.....angsty..... and drive around the lanes at a speed that is dangerous to any nice person -as i saw her back and forth warning light flashing from dawn the other day up n down Misteress of some universe, that isn't here, one can say as I'm told their lorry smashed a pubsign, too...... yes utterly oblivious to some nice nobody maybe forgot his neon and thus is in dark attire.... walking those lanes before sunup... in the place they come to 'capture' for their fantasy - not only in their heads, nowadays feeds too, but can of celluloid... nothing... that is real about living nowhere )
Anyway that's irrelevent but what is relevent is ive never known such an unhappy place....so how do we define happy?
oops we that sounds very faux-weish... like the van babes and so called men on holiday burning up hydrocarbons on your Youtube subscritions so alone as they zoom around...never speaking to anybody, twice in the same place...and living a real life which is ten times harder than all the wonderlust... funny thing is they say " we are going to this parkup today.." when its only them and their nonhuman rather limited....dog... defo new law in the new utopia, don';t say 'we' unless ...(i must find it again the environmental couple who as a team actually DID achieve some real eco saving.. my only'religion' as Bach told us in his Bridge Across...)
Anyway back to my vandalised bridge, soon... maybe even, ours...
thing is i rarely meet anybody, twice... not that one should think anything into anything... it's the thinking that's the problem, unless it is safely merely put into chronicles or far better word 'reflections'...soon
but i need some traction
s/he clearly lost
(VIDEO LATER)
Anyway, now, as i have a purpose, even if it's always been exactly the same ever since that year ... 92ish to 93...
its so funny that (even she - Ms Oxford scientist, was sucked in to their 'born again' insanity...her poor mum n dad needed as 'family' as their Ye Olde English 'Empire' was shown to be rather wobbly) ... one has a chance with serious arch- bigwiggery onboard to... show up just how problematical religion ..is
When even he can manipulate it so easily for his vulgar and artless ends... I'm sure the charismatics will be claiming him as herald of the end times, too....
Not on my watch....
Yes so the one most important thing probably lost in the waffle is that its extraordinary how one actually feels is when its impossible.... so much mind bodily 'younger' ..is weirdly younger rather than the profile pics of every oldbag yank, online... . when one takes the odd stand, in damp socks and still-wet undies...and even undried shirts.... in bleak wet damp chilled places.... and indeed .. has a bit of a scrap with life...
even if nobody must ever know....
as my my they so Bovarian hate that, so
that in fact it may indeed be a way to live
longer.
The problem is though... the real 'immigrant' problem, soon.... except those arrivals dont need any chilly banana boat, and come in with a spanking new golden visa..none of your so called journalists have even noticed...
How from around mid 10s The Marches started to fill up with all sorts of
oohhhh i much prefer em in black yummy yummy
but go foodshopping or, fair dinkum she was the first and only other, ever, for at least 20 years.... who remembered things past " so was your session at the dentist ok..[ even if that is still to do the way the fucking cunt stole my platinum tooth my only precious possession as he was told... and i was VERY nice to Mister over from Goa Islamic Abrahams.. asking him all about his faith and how he was managing to get on out here in the redneck sticks...good job i had my recorder on even if i was the only one smiled at him]?"
Anyway they wont tell you just how many American 'evangelical' institutions (correct word for cults with loadsa cash who buy up property in fire sales) have gradually 'established' themselves in off-the-beaten-track places like Bishops Castle Mennon HQ... so many Americans finding themselves as if by magic in Knighton to spread the word of ...some dinosaur waffling 200 years ago...
funny that... i thought immigratiion was to be curbed...
there's another funny thing which is if you deregulate schools, back to dinosaur times when 'religion' is central in the curriculum you get every single yankee religious nutjob (under the guise of the other nutjobs with other beliefs and necesary 'faith schools' ) sneak in so as to buy up land and large buildings so as to ... well they have far more money to act longerterm...
and instead of government using the peoples tax to pay for new schools they get all these free ones built buy some cult or other... fact (especially places like Birmingham but as sure as ferrits are it will be BC next.. which is why they got the golden visas and tax breaks in the first place...sneaky hey )
Nobody will tell you the four megga Yankee disco churches that took over Horrorford even 15ish years ago....
strange that.... might have something to do with them buying up so much derelict town centre 'real estate'... nobody asking for YANXIT.. perhaps as nobody really knows... just how successful their undercover invasion has been...
T'was good fun though chatting up the odd Mennonite as nobody else would talk to them every day shopping in oops wasnt BC it was the other one 'gods waiting room'... so yes in fact main reason wearing their compulsory light blue dresses out to do shopping in twos... they are so so ugly, talk about evil sexism .... but they so loved it in fact got decidedly frisky and extremely healthy faced ruddy cheeked smiley....when someone would occasionally stop them and wanted to hear their real life story and real feelings....
to be cont
i wonder why the AI has gone mad and put my last post with a 'warning'.... that was one of the nicest for months.
But firstly you have to have some simplest unadulterated history of exactly their ...
parody
of just the simplest forever what to be
Anyway to work
the creatrix of " i am a hero in a cold van/ tiny home/ tiny boat or bigjob....or hut in the woods" wont tell you rule one, wear shirts with brest pockets as you need to keep your old phone next to your heart, from predawn to keep it alive ... even if only gobbledygook might come through it....
and rule two " lean in" to the season as videostated in that bigjob really does mean all the way which " lean in" of course only fakes
real leaning in means dangling over the precipice above the shitpan
because you can
and you learn every day new dances to make the tightrope
taughter
and less fraught
but it takes time
And knowing you will never entirely know every little glitch comes along ... or if it is for ' good' or not so...
especially a few showers
Must be via them Metros turned into two days of amber warnings ....
That eureka will be as usual dependent
(ohh poor thing they can never listen I am sure at least 100 times over 3+ years
" relative is the most important word in this weird useless language, our younger people maybe even you have been taught not what it can do for you but what you can do for IT by playing with it lovingly like a 'rescued' puppy .. snuggling it and lolloping around with it finding its real boundaries and attempting to guide other blind dogs oops thats a bit rude but it may be playful [ thats a point i think she is the only one who doesn't have a "rescued" dog - always in the introductory first sentence my my there must be a LOT of doggieabusers out there,...its rife, pandemique..pandemoniac.. loadsa 'dog shooting' - got that in too i think i made her laugh .... . yes i told hertoo about the meat ...god my rhetoric is perfect as you must weave in first 'another woman yesterday with a terrier she said to me " god i am so lonely as if i mention his diet to my sisterhood in their Guradian Colour Supplementary expensive attire...addicted also to Waitrose finest with all the doubtless toxic seedoil and snakeoil other 'human' rated ingredients..for their mutts that yes you alone can see has CHANGED him back to being a mutt..... theyll never speak to me again.." ...so you weave in that story to bolster the next story as i have been doing nearly 10 years .... ]..
...so she must be very very very mean not deliberately putting an ad on Fakebook where they fake book the next rich owner the last one bored of their poor mutt, or more likely other alf it taking two to DOG.... " Im 'reaching out' to the universe... needed.. a recue dog so i can add that to my profile"
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SO yes even if i not spoiler alerting ANY ending ... as who knows what
At east at last i can sum up in one sentence what one may indeed have been searching for but had absolutely no idea in years of pathway mutterin' to onseself...
what it IS.... it
There is just one simplest it
NO 'relationship counsellor' or mindfulness guru would even remember...
cos they complicated everything by not actually living
through all the ones - many a dozen probably hundreds in ten years... relatively..... so up their own bum they can't even remember to.....
be continued
And spoiler alert i divert...
SO perhaps may have woven a slight nest of vipers to cover ones tracks
But the real journey to The Uttermost is far more interesting even if all along it was indeed just Proust..
For the majority.
soon.
But the problem is so many things are woven into actual pilgrim's progressing along so many dead
ends
up in the very Uttermost End
I mean as bad as the way one was driving very occasionally past "HMS ...something or other but it wasn't 'Sterling Lines'... it was something far crasser and grosser for a few years like "HMS Gobbleup" or the like ... Magnus perhaps......i have the photos along the side of the road to the town of supermarkets they did all go to...
another day
where for several years there were roadworks as they expanded HMS Deathstar infact they should have just named it HMS No Rags as only grown up Afghans get to get all ragged.... and murdered children never have that privelage...
All plotted in West Horrorfordshire...20km from my past 8 year region.....where the endless stream of stupid luvvies became a gushing roar from Niges emmo'16 of " ohh my its such perfect ethical lovely Guardian approved swetness and only lovely 'community' of only loads of others like me..and all my new neighbours are utterly the sweetest people ever"
"really.." (if you can read you know the nuance of that one word)
ok preaching doesnt work....
But i know what does.
And soon it is time to go all the way.... If i can make her smile, there is hope...
i have zero interest in #vanlife
but... there are ways of weaving in USEFUL story into that which may indeed assist the paupers at the bottom
That is a worthy cause that i shall be improving upon the next few weeks
And has its own new stand alone page
no ads no cash makes me more 'creative'
thank you
(boring polemic back to far more on the edge edgy real slam poeticals soon - especially as i have the guts to show his fat dead ones.... for all to see)
There is no 'divide' - so much to add in to that unplanned theme to 'bolster' the argument that's no argument just fact.
That maybe 95% are so so materialistic they can't even ponder being on the dole without a thousand quid flatscreen in the corner..
Etc
Now i have a fine chronicle of this.... even the so called precariat ('my' people..) putting their noses up at quite adequate oldish bicycles that can be fixed very easily
But of course the one that all so called journalists cannot deal with is which long term 'disabled' need the slimming treatment via their disability payments trough being grabbed away from them and which not...
(they will never tell you just how GENIUS clever claimants are almost to a one.. even if their social workers patronise them withy tea and cake once a week and never help them find the work i tell them that the claimant screams half the day for weeks they WANT)
But then there is are the 'good burghers..' - and in smaller rural communities the one who gets a free pass and free cake is the vic, or in the particular 'case study' to come her hubby...
Free house... free loadsa stuff... but far more important kudos.
Now... just before i headed to the PP i discovered something so interesting, just how truly talented a 55 year old chap was who for years had been signed off mentally disabled...
And when i say comedic talent as good as the greats Mayall and Alexei.... i do not exaggerate as they were REAL Britain before the wonkies came back....
And i have at least an hour of film of him...
And then i have a film of how just such a paid good burgher who was his paid friend... was told just how truly talented he was ....and how maybe he should be assisted off the dole and into just trying to do what he wanted.... as he had told me and my camera...
and if there is enough 'footage' over time, well it can't lie..
And any three year old pondering voting Nige well nor will they to themselves....
yes we really do have a problem...
BUt nobody dare point the finger to who is suited and booted by never doing what it says on their posters around town espoecially when they are told so carefully what a so called 'disabled' man wants and is clearly capable of as many around also knew....
to be cont
But now there is a purpose... they need to be MADE to take part.
And politics we are all so so above..is just the gentle art of persuasion....
As i said to...gosh i speak with too many " as Lyndsay Anderson of If the great real changeing movie... would say to his best mate who told me " its about the art of sticking your finger up at em all.......but always with a clean fingernail.."
which is where my stream-of-consciousness fans come in.... i need traffic merely as fingerdirt prevention thats all you are
so suck on it.... soon
please
knowing there's NO hope and bodily embodying it for some weeks...
Onward Christian soldiers as they will be NEEDED.
.but if you think Musk will ever get you there this century try using Hewlett Packard AI just to get your free laptop in.. THE day the warranty expires.
Thank god that text didnt come in....too
Right thats THE end Times as it will take all the time in the whole of next month to fill in just recent gaps....
But now i know why....
Only because and i never say "eureka" but as Homer's reliable old woman jabs her finger in my eye tryin' to make it red ...no thats not very slam poetic but...
There IS a solution
I hadnt even dreamed of until now
I may have to amend an audio to deal withy the confusion of That Sultana... But that's not the point. The point is even them are no way willy enough to know how to deal with him..
Suzi knows i am but i didn't have the vehicle until thisterferkin dawn the very moment
Now... so so much is in the metaphorical 'can'...
But first i have to figure then tarting procedure i.e. max traffic per hashtag which will probably fail .. i mean my readers are so thick they can't even take in that this one has so much traffic per unhashtagged page that i could ruin it with adverts but dont as i am pure.... so 'donate' i never say means pay the fuck up...above... as i cant afford a fiver for a coffee in the rudest coffee shop i have ever been to in my whole life... whole life not just of late
But one cannot live on free bread alone even if i am genius at living well on nothing.
There is a defining moment due in a few years ... that is already defined..(so says Tim Stanley as good as) .unless.
Right full time... tomorrow (hard rain all day)
after 2 hrs here
every killerjoule has been harvested and curated into what next...soon
( i need her though... Mrs chat about dad's dick, quite naturally...... she alone has the ...what it trakes....to save this land... for our kids)