The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
Ralphschism.com My permanent one home online started 22 feb 2023.
Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
ONLY peaceful nice content here. 07958 5263eight1
MY 'game' somehow arose through the mists of her Rachmanship
Skippy
burnin' the tenants furniture for fun
Only by dint of a true battle to the death
( " ehhh... gotta go hold mummy's hand in her grand finale..... thats no excuse for not answering the daily dose of jabbery you certainly never had any empathy for my suggestions only YOU could take on mine lass forex..... and fix err..... ... bet she with her last death rattle correctly identified your actual real identity....you couldv been ANY thing if you wanted ...my son, rattle ...it even had a perfect disguise on the cover... your lot colonisin' to make The The whiteboys look so virtuous and good.... and all you could ever do was pump out Clash tunes well facts happen for a reason, he's long gone dead from being his own pseudself.."
"
Anyway... to be duelled up the mountain top to " ehh you made me laugh, too..." by the greatest ever Lord of the Pun (and his coup de grace: "prammy", in one word summing up every university lecherer in this awful uneducated Lord of The flies.... Isle of dogs.... when told they never even heard of great literature such as Extinction by Thommy the real gun.... chuck their towys out of one... and spit at you
even if done very politely with ones cap doffed
anyway thats him - a draw... cos he always would get more girls than some mere dull whitey such as me, even if i beat him in the pun - the lowest form of bad culture there is....
But... that the other one... 'first generation' so called intellectual...
puritain hot chocolate sipper
Could a few days ago after fifteen teen years of him.....say that..
The worst insult by far in my wholelife ever heard and absorbed as if he wasnt even noticed...
now is an even better happy ending that little Ms Boxing Day
But the one small problem, my Proustian partner also agrees..
Well.. they are not just the majority, they are all of them, but us...
And we are male even if no Britisher can listen to a 100% onlasses life sworn bit of rhetoric ive been doing 5+ years " men have NO voice in the uk for some years and a fair few to come... The Don, Russell.. shane... never mind TAte and whats that one they obsess about in the USA and seemingly will forever ... poor Ghislaine's coercive brother...oops errata they didnt go for that...finding she had some responsibility tool.... "
Anyway back to all that matters walking all summer...soon
and for the true inheritor the vanlass ....superest simple ever small space livin
already in the can
and now i really DO know why....
if one cannot even trust ones suposedly goody goody 15 years best friend Man
oops trigger, Maoist - they wouldn't have the first idea
of how it's themtoo
that's the problem...
(so beautifully shown if you are so one dimensional you can't read a book and need a screen in Land of Them Blind)
i mean basically the whole operation is to lament the fact that the one great man with a real mind....
at Blackbushetoo
though " bet yer only suckin up to Nottin'm white girls as only the beautifulest of chox could - popularised by Marvin and Gill, rather than Roy THE man, , to get em to pay for your gas money down to see Joan you couldnt even be bothered pushing thru the Armourplating of the all whitey actually progressive crowd, upfront, too..i touched her or at least a drop of her sweat dropped from her Dropping The Pilot.... but you're such a black and bad-punk supremacist you're colourblind to the fact that Stevie began it all...and i decry Yanks more than anyone on the plannit
as they stole the once notfat
Margaret... the one greatest freewheelin' beauty of em all, ever...
but true punk spirit genius is ... above your mere petty Clashing punk nonsense
"
Now there's a chain
Tougher to crack than any poor Kunta's visible fetter
But, with an ally like him
we can do better
Neigh all the way.....
under the smelly skirts of every tangoin' lanyard
clad, illietatti only dancin' cos
someone in their Hackney towerblock once told em World Music wasn't that bad
if you're pissed enough to either block it out
or stand next to Cecile Le Gal
At that ultimate Guardian full page "Touragian paradise"
"SPECTACLUHHH! " she did shout
and with real ones who at least express themeselves in deux dimensions
her spatter alone was one, enough
Righty ho..... no fucker buys my bottie, with his fancy tech skills
that'll take me a week of insipid coffees to figure when 'Stripe' allow you to sup from his poison chalice
Even if i know that them brownies never heard some white trash put it how it NEEDS to be, it's not them whom are even 'traumatised' descendants, as The Bard rit about "oppression is a cruel TUTOR..injustice a NURSE [ratchett you just wait til she bends over and her hose gives you a cheap thrill as only Rachel Kushner would tease you with - the way to beat them opressin' ].." emphasis on the T and N words
NO bluehair ever in YUK can ever understand as Eleanor Oliphant pickled their brain in yummy picklejuice (they even sell the 'foraged' mushrooms here for bigbucks ...pickled in something just as sour as Katie Fforde....)
And just jhow damaging false precious fragility -
the default (exclusively white) emigree projectile vomitry
Of the SWestern Wastelands of no real opinion as they upset the crockery
But it is infact the way the default vanlife ownership is nothing to do with living innit or aside
The van became the ultimate in look-at-me I'm so yummy and vagabondy even if they're only used to run yet more stuff up to some farmers market no farmer can ever afford to frequent
And god forbid one ever hinted that they are only pandering to bourgeois elite
in a region favoured by every ex High court judge or Ministress to retire into
for a reason!
Theyre not stupid, they dont ever want to be pulled up, too on their past
(thats a point my other judge he died last week... the two great nestbeschmuters..Wall and my pet Munby... who wrote a scurrilous paper about how evil the state is...just for me
no silly bluehair - all whom rule all the Swest
imported pestilence
would ever even understand
parables, persistence....
justice and change doesnt come from their magyc wand)
... especially though not exclusively that the "dialogues" to quote The Bump, with even more diluted blood inside proudly adding to the largest race on the planet them Halfbreeds, or in their case quarter ...well....
It's only ever about perraps a little just a little three dimensional 'art' reaching a few more who rightly wouldn't be seen dead at some lanyardclad 'event' where some bored 35 year old - always female (and Richie with his expensive press he loved to showoff his latest superbright neon outfit aside) , is employed to waste good applejuice doing 'ceremony' on the tree roots as some lanyard Inc pays her to be 'community' ...
not even 'liaison' any more ....
And she will get the job as "Navigator"...
(gobbledygook until tomorrow morn, assuming i manage to live in the 'moment' hustling some more laptop juice .... and start slightly more techy weaving... the only plan)
Anyway if i die of warmth and lovely centred sleepy byes in really very pathetic storms, i think that worked: " sweetie [not 'woke' though the forces that prevail are so strong and will remain so] ....woke has caused Don.... and Nige.... "
I should have added in the greatest story never told - she knows of if the butterflies have remained in one place upon her fine brown head, " even Agent Z five years in the wokest redbrick universities in the whole land....i looked up Kings London seven years ago and on page one of their so snazzy website they banner-bragged of not just one but EIGHT 'multi sex bogs' or whatever the term is for something that has been standard over LA Manche, forever..... anyway there are no more ridiculous liars in the universe as every kings military spokesman - one and allman... are militarist thugs... who have THE ear of the power..indeed are their lapdogs...... but Z... when we had our lacuna October 2024 .... i mean even I knowing how damaging 15 years of this ..... i couldnt countenance not voting for the brown woman if i was somehow of LaLAland .... i told her 'until YAnkeeland has a woman at the helm they cannot grow up..' but she was adamant, so maturely fought back or infact dominated my dialogue, saying the woke had so damaged everything never mind Free speech being at the root of all the brown one would as sure as ferrits are, snuff out a bit more.......she said she would have voted Orange.... because of woke.... and i still cannot agree, but she is who YOU need to be nurturing and listening to.. even if its our job as the mature to ponder how to guide....at least into the truly great culture that continues to make her think for herself..."
In Portuguese, an illusionist is called ilusionista, a word used for both male and female performers
Blesssserrrrrrr...
"louis.... [sat there on a 15 year stretch - lost his little boy in a crash he caused.... junkie, into the even better anaesthetic of performative nonviolent housebreakin', nothin else stopped the pain..... a big pile of books, all in English, that hottest ever summer in the lowest ever place...] whats it ...about!.....?"
" it's like this Simon..... you hear them....when it comes on someones tranny.....every bloke in here, down on his luck, bleak... failure, heartache... they stop dead, you hear the way every word rolls off their tongues as they hum along, with all of nuance there's ever been, between the fifty degrees of sweat drops they have to lick away..... it's about only what we, in here ..really know.... we made mistakes or we just couldnt keep from this ultimate failure, but every day we smile and know real..... dignity.."
And it seems it's so impossible to replicate, from top of the Portuguese pops for many a week
To somehow attack and destroy the saccharine confected vulnerability of the British library and so called academe and i also have a very good chronicle of many a long chat over especially the last 5 years about how dire and totally uninspiring ALL culture became and its their fault
Most academes or even librarians dont read half real books any more
And thats why 96% of employers screw the self employed DAY LABOURING happy slave to them in their well funded outdoor rotting messes .... We get illusionistad in this land ...for a decade
But i have every second diarised and it must be something one day a bit Full Monty...
as every smallest conartist
(my latest rather good line in dialogues " theyre all so so keen to carry on this or that job on their land having seen i am an utter genius slave labourer mind body in pure dancin' harmony with their job.... their usually fucke dup toolsheds.... their tools... time and motion extraordinaire.... they say the job continues often for months ahead and then one day a text comes in...i guess they mustv run out of their Prozac and.... who knows what as they never explain themselves.. their breaking of verbal contract... ")
i always find immediate major silver lining in their Ubiquitous
Military Industrial not very complex (g=funded)
lies
which has destroyed small scale countryside community as its ONLY viable on the basis of say what you mean mean what you say
(as we need to plan ahead to some extent balancing perhaps a few potential dayrate day at a time, employment if zero hours contract.... )
my business
But how to do them JOBS and live on...
and make every turn of the screw whether upon one
or them
philosophy better
and hotter
than the rubbish Steve moanin' McQueen .is
So...as Pastyshire is despite being the highest car per person land in the land
so sick and self pitying as a military industrial complex doubtless trainin' Hind's would be assasinatrixes
at her Gweek airport
theyre too thick to even know there own ok word, gibber.... so forget it and lets stay with a land which adores real education and never moans either
The land of great words like saudade and illusionistas...
which is a nicer version of the
"lying charmy cunt promised to buy my horse but never saw im again and i saved it for him for months n months the filthy gyppo "...or "that flouncy fancy woman i married promised to keep the land as a next generation farm for our kids if we divorced but stole it and sold it to developers to pay for her HArvey Nicks knicks 'abit"
(as the stepmum of the one Pasty babe who told me the word gibber did infact do ref their 300 acres three generations a farm until...only one acre left for her to inherit the stepmum spent it all)
Cos 'o course when political correcting was invented (way before some snivelly git who couldnt even get Gregory's Girl, got an Atari and couldn't figure the program so attempted to get some so called woman who thought she was as lesser just cos of some zits.....when a real woman laughs in the face in the mirror of so called mankind...)
Made a livin' out of peddling crap so called 'culture' to tourists.....
indrafts since 12 august see if i can pick up the riff again one day soon
So it - the real 'takedown' the real ...
the real Catotonia
The actual all of 'it' in one word,
begins.
Because, well, at least one don't 'offend'....
And perhaps did take in the Sappho bullshit myth, and fancy boys on vases, when just perraps their whole 'civilisation' ignored the bent charter myth - reality, nobody EVER speaks of...
Just as they 'speak' of liking the sunshine when in fact they're all in a death cult of one or other high priestess of so called 'van life' who goes out to paint her infantile artless craptoo, oblivious to oils and paints bein' part of the 'footprint'. And of course wear loads of clothes in midsummer despite it bein' rather a chore to keep them clean ...ish....just clean enough for the so called 'lesbians' not to turn their nose up
(i've never seen so many peeps wear so so many clothes on the beach at midsummer dotcom.... i didn't know it had reached this mountain top of silly tops saying nuthin'...)
Righty ho - back to the beginning. Him, the childless Iti, takes the parasitical Englishman's cigars. Because he can. When any real Englishman and women,or rather women - those whom guided us by actually great example - quite content with week old gusset fumes keepin the bugs out their beds....
the actual "simple" life, giving one time around their actual "community" campfires at night to satate simple troofs to hungry yoofs: " no don't be daft, Glandyshire - a mere outpost of Yankeeland, did sell it's soul to it's dog trainin' hypocondriac sycophantine lost loony land where one day a big Orange will be secretly subbing a Tommy-come-lately spouting the same pre 'something will happen' dangerous rhetoric warpin' the stats to focus on brown crimes rather than the endless little white boys stabbin' their bus-mates .... because he hates Europe. .. "c'mon Zion! Amos Oz's perfect little Fanatic book won't apply to me and you because the long curly hair gets in the way of readin' some actually wise words.... and Benj just fashioned himself on an Eastender... he hates Europe because all Philistines hate foreign movies and foreign food.... and most of Loonyland are. .. so anything that makes Europe look inadequate will be grist to his fathead McBelly... but no.... once saneish lands like the home of great minds who knew it was all a big bowl of cherries...
....wont possibly sell their whole sad lost swamp of a country to McBelly to use as an airbase.... of course not....and if they ever did well that's bound to end in tears - the Bear wont like it but selling out hurts the sales team even more deep down than any ranty bear.
even if unlike EVERY miserable moaner of the so called rural lands who shuffle around just cos of a rainy day at 7 degrees - tepid, pleasant able to function and the first day stuck in the tincan all day
means i have rather than walked so as to not be a moaning 'ill'old fart only ever talking about being ill, actually living, have been happily sat all day beginning the big fix.
Days to go.... posts missed out - half started then the weather gets too nice so i walk.... sadly wont make as much sense to my hundreds of mean racist prejudiced readers who likely think im a smelly gippo so dont put the 50 and 100! Euros that only two ever have in three years in the funding page above,
.... anyway the kairos of now especially as The Mong has at last succeeded in not failing to keep her halfbred bit of ectoplasm in this time and is 30 weeks.. hasnt failed to keep it in this time rahh rahh ...... and one day will be available as true troubadour of the word maybe even in tandem....
THEN back to the summer the most glorious summer ever, really
I want you to not need the compulsory prozac they clearly all are on round here just to go and moan down the grocery store as theyve nothing real to do ever
*************
wow she is worth gettin' out the little booster
(even if listenin' i hear she doesn't know where "the line" is either - as 'revenge' must only ever be kindof poetical jokey notional - there is no )
Courtesy of the one who single handily destroyed the "counter culture" - his so called 'comedian'....
Now..... it is extraordinary
oopps hold the 'moment' there - it'll come back...
"cultural Missapropriation" works two ways
and some silly cat madperson, just like the latterday Caathair woman
silly mad people (i never knew they are the 99.9% with their "stares"
and their mirrored things)
who dont know what 'saudade' means the worst wom...oops i forget it was rightly degenedered to 'person' In The World, sat four years ago or maybe five, on her showoff tricycle and her showoff bimboclothes and her showoff really ugly dyed hair and her showoff " i care" when she's here for eight years just because
(cut to The Bush yesteraft and theyre discussing how "other peoples faeces" are always "disgusting".... )
'twill always be her-Bush
and she the Portuguese poo cleaner at sometimes a 'locum'-loco thousand pounds a weekend cleaning up the shit of the oldfolks no unestranged children to told me her mother tongue that there's a lacuna in it, her 'saudade' " yes but...it can come back" unlike dead gone 'Welsh' or even Pastyish, "hiraeth" - i have seen for two years all the so called 'artists' misappropriate as they only trade on hatecrime, too - that of never really believeiing their "spiritual" default to sales-pitch
because no matter what
There is only a perfect summer
that
ok the pukka first lot, 1972 - to prove a point that the British "Summer of Love" was a little delayed en route ac ross the pond before carbon emissions were such a thing - even to The Dean...
wasn't quite so "unique" when it was appropriated and incorporated
Into something not so uniquely symbolic of an exact moment when in fact you knew exactly where you were
But then the one and only genius of them all.
"bees.... and things..... and flowers..."
" folks get down ...in the sunshine..."
swell i did have on the buzz just thinkin' what date was that as Roy... the only musician, actually worthy of havin' the word "vibes" in his lexicon
shared language
and i went up to him that night on his throne at Ronnies, just in the lobby, rightly time out escaping the dampness in the air of every gusset, from Nottin' Ill or some ill underclass as her tampons have pesticide and so called perfumes innit
created a 'vibe' and steamy mist because only one man ever was worth seeing
for the way every woman affront prayin'
" just look my way Roy with that actually real grin....cos i cant remain on the point of cummin any longer
" just Beein.... in the same room as you the only one whom actually likes wimmin..."
And now i know the BBC are cunty racists with bad taste and lie about their recreated past to look good, on trend, who still can't forget their Bowie single they once bought confusing the rainbow disc with an actually good artist who remained who he rightly was, not remembering whether he started it as Holly or Jackie or was it John
And had 'he' oops wrong usage of parenthesis - Heather and Brett remind of of the actual evolutionary biology, "plucked eyebrows" or not,
known how useful and time saving pee bottles were
or been on the bus to France where no one gives a fuck which stall, cubicle, sink or mirror, to reposition your so so so ugly mirrored sunglasses, you use at the
les toilettes
or "them" bogs
well, you wouldn't have some not funny comedian telling people to commit violence
which will always be "over the line" no excuses especially if you have watched... IT - so perfectly played by The Estonian man
Anyway ehh where was I i thought nothing much could get to me ..now
But i must remember that shared language
or if one must be showoff class and use larger words, 'lexicon'.
Even beginning to create your own personal shared language - "haribo", to "killing them softly" - that was Deepak if my memory serves me rightly, which it usually does.
Not 'private' as everyone's stuck in that anyway.... and privacy was always absurd and non-"human"...
Anyway.... the BBC so Zeppelinist
They didnt even announce the one whom would have been better than that arrogant Plant
cos he alone had humility in his face
And was the one perfect 'response' to it all..
Even if losing it to the grape for decades some end up doin' ...its even more tragic really than The Heron
who did
But
There is only one poet-singer-performer,
ever
And i am glad i did down Ronnie's dungeon 2000...and
Rest in Peace Roy Ayers and thank you for your gift
September 10, 1940 — March 4, 2025.
I missed
The uneducated Bowie pretend-obsessed cunts never even had him on Last Word. their BBC obituary program. the greatest soul man of all time... and i saw every single woman in his audience whether or not sat with their horrid aristo sugar daddy or fake rapsingin so called poet man.... only want one thing.... "more" not just of his music....
I never seen that before.... especially in The W'Indies or even Africa
The ignorant BBC - so so part of the problem 99% of the time is so British sneaky mean mealy mouthed and racist and hateful of you dinosaur brained "foreigners" not worthy of their uktrawoke snotty little clever dick output, and thus you can't listen to it any more!! so you have to use winscribe fab free vpn and set your location to one in the uk
Only because theres nothing worse than listening to the Dystopian petit bourgeoisie people pleasing that comes out of any Southwesterner, errata 99.99% of their gobs...
who can't even cope with the phrase " her (the 0.01%] born n bred kids will never in a million years afford to even rent a dog kennel here as the incomers and local bourgeoisie so pushed up prices as all they ever think of is their property price cash, and the education so appalling that even chubby social workers and smiley lanyardists of the caring third sector sector can't work out who is faking chronic endless mental trauma illness to colonise for life all the 'social housing' when they could work.. clever things..."
they want you run out of town as of course theytoo inherited one of them houses and in their 'subconscious' know you mean themtoo would have to sell at less than the 'market' rate if anything is ever to change for the next gen
who arent PUSHED by librarians or SWs to read fabulous PARABLES about how all tyrannies work, and eventually need facing up to, and even challenging such as in the simply glorious easy read
so much so that when a self identifying "tart" and "thick bimbo" was MADE coerced and MANipulated to read it by me lastersummer ....she couldnt put it down she loved it so much and called it her top book of all time along with ditto The Orwell ..Down and Out... i similarly beat her into flicking through and then tested her on whether or not she had taken it in properly...
PART 2 in here - google drive file store voice file 12
pic kunta Kinte in the superb 1977 Roots on the telly
Bit missed out the Steve McQueen Small Axe series on the BBC was flat and a lie made up misery which was far rarer than the misery of white trash London in the 70s...in fact i knew up front many west indians in West London in mid 80s where i set up and my best buddy for some years was one and not one ever spoke of any unhappiness at all..... as in fact very few Windians seccumbed to the heroiner which decimated whitey trash communities.... and in fact they all knew they were a HELL of a lot better off than back home in Jamaica, or Dominica in respect of Rupert Elie's case - they wouldnt have to be thrashed by a mad sick angry religious sundayschoolteacher for his sick kicks thrashing the 'devil' out of their black botties...as most of the Windies utterly lost to the deathcult of Christianity - they the immos hated one and all..
..and their own 'democracies' blessem ...CHOSE to retain hanging they used a fair bit....and treated their own peoples most cruelly if they were mad and bad enough to end up on their death rows..
Plus the hard bit: 'intersectionality' power dynamics colonising... yea yea yeahh....
In 1991 due the LEARNINGS that UK was even more murderous than even Pilger would describe so brilliantly... (knowing some coworkers who cheered on over the pilot airwaves reports of "turkey shoots of ragheads") i went into total hermitude.. gave up..i take NO part ever again in this horrid warmongering ignorant society. Stopped working, started skip diving (for firewood, my only heating) before some stupid fakebeardy from Bristol made up such a naff term, and stayed at home for several years stopping paying mortgage etc... stopping going out to London or any other nightlife full of effete fools...mainly just reading cheap Russian classics all day..
my only visitor for those two years was my Dominican born friend and not-far-away neighbour. Most days Rupert would come over in the day toodling up in his little Fiesta car the back seats down, full of unused builders tools, and we sat and philosophised..
Dominica then was a very very poor even if famously beautiful island without even a proper road. But it was known as being especially cohesive community. Real community. Rupert was one of the very small 'middle class' but well known as from a decent family who didnt exploit others or team up with yankee Mafia as many other W'indians would... he had gone to university in the UK and beecame a well respected accountant. Even if he was an extremely lanky reggae loving true almost 'rasta' by appearance. EVERY babe in West Ealing loved him to bits and he would dance with each and every one on the few occasions i went out to a pub or small dive club with him in his home patch. More often at parties in the region. He was by far the most popular-loved person in any smalltown i have ever known.. everybody loved Rupert (and his wife and 2 small daughters).
But Rupert, about a decade older than me, and my only regular friend (as we had the W'Indies in common at first) , from around 1988 literally wasted away and mentally collapsed infront of my eyes... he had sort of given up accounting and had begun as a very small time property developer - flipper, as they now call it; buying something that was a wreck doing it up and selling on for a profit. Doing the building himself - sometimes i helped him and learned a lot from him in builders' tricks.
But..... but... but what???? I still don't know how to put it. W'Indians do not ever binge drink. Most don't drink that much at all. I knew Rupert around 5 years. I wouldn't have even noticed his drinking when i first met him perhaps mid 80s. But by the time of our sort of falling-in-the hole 2 years regular daily acquaintanceship... most days he would turn up mid morning and just park outside my garden flat and have a special Brew out sipping at the rate of about one per couple of hours...
And gradually he just so slowed down he even gave up most of his building projects. Many days he arrived to park up (only 5 m from my front door) and a few hours later was still there usually half asleep the beer a soporific.
And his family of course 'suffered' he was no longer home much and his amazing wife held the fort well but it was understood that Rupert was no longer available to be relied upon...as father and provider. (they ended up having their quite large house reposessed )
I wouldnt actually have ever called him an 'alcoholic' even if i ahave always been completely neurotic about drinking - how ruinous it almost ALWAYS is, as my own father was one....
IT was as if Rupert's whole lifeforce gradually just left him... over a few years. Him once THE most enjoyed and respected man in the whole of West and Central Ealing (where he became regular at the nighclub there to socialise from the 70s when it became a cheesy but popular local night out)
Today without any doubt he would have been classified and likely even hospitalised with 'depression'. But it wasn't...it was something far more of the poetic energy, that doesnt exist, in the universe...
yes, maybe a 'cultural' memory of his enslaved ancestors lived in his soul.. despite the fact that the 'West Indians' of the West Indies (essentially escaped or eventually released slaves from the Carribbean or N America) had colonised and killed off the CARRIB West Indians - who were the original peoples there up until maybe 300 years ago
maybe some deep 'oppressed' something inside him had caused this ( i even thought at the time -often i gently attempted to wean him off his poison and get back gently into the saddle) ... something the cult of intersectionality are indeed right to point to.... I've never known any white man who simply withered from inside as Rupert did in front of my eyes ....
But I've also never known any white man or even raghead with such a truly functional modern ultra lovely family - who i knew well... and from such a REAL paradise muvvaland...i had lived around his home Island, and without any rose tinted specs knew it was a rare paradise when 90% of the rest of The Caribbean was a hellhole full of mad junkie women addicted to cocaine shopping and facelifts... escaped from Gweek... (i am serious - indeed exiled from even Gweek! as they had been too much for even Hatesville, there )
its too fuckin' complex to allow the uneducated children of UK academe addicted to hairdying their pubses that's if they aint too neurotic to ocd so as to obsessively shave each whisp down there; or addicted to MAoist lanyardism, to be anywhere near this subject as they make 'it' worse.... even if i'm not sure the 'it' exists....
file voice 10
in the same folder is about the SOLUTION which will fail due snobbery and petit bourgeoisery....i am guiding a local powerbroker into setting up a GROWN UP library
All local libraries in the uk as anodyne and limpid indeed syphilitic as the bbc 99% of the time...
(ive done a BIG tour.... i see no real books such as the one about the syphilitic bimbo single mum who did the greatest ever legal test case in ....his.story ... cos she learbned errself from books ow to do it...
only books (large collarge soon... only allowed books about how youre erven cooler if youve got compulsory ADHD or some other made up euphemism for havin been badly parented.... and she created a fairly good poet from her loins, too!)
It's last year i will be going back to and many are already in the can
but to try and finish off the theme park here...
and also for Leon's daughter!
the true simple living next generation
who born here knows she must get the hell out of hell, heretoo
to Europe....with her man
Merecdes oldschool vanman
(it was even worse than i had rudely imagined 'yoga'... so so many gathering to be 'healed' with....needles)
so so many half rit pieces in drafts here even from a year ago....
One last week here onnit
lets see where we get to
and righty righty ho for the wonderful young vanbabe getting the hell out of her born and bredto hell, there are 10 vidclips between the above and this below
on how to persist...in super small tin can... no matter what
as it gives you real 'energy' to whip the odd ass into DOing what they say they are...
to be inserted later
later
plus for the meanest ever users, voyeurs.... except mister N Walker ...
Not having any cash means i got my spring cleaning fully done yesters
and its not even at scientifically measured mid coldest wintertime
And junkiness is forgiven especially as Mister Kennedy is apparently doing a fair job in his Darkhouse of the fat and loon, I have no interest in other than if one truly doth chronicle its quite astonishing the amount of YAnkee lanyardists invaded here and are under the hems of the 'institutions' - its now at least 45% of public spokespeeps are yanks....for the institutions dealing with children, and mental health....and childrens mental health
I mean thats like putting the Ferrits in charge of the foodbank that is inversely fussy and will only feed the carnivores....
A country where every other day a kid takes a tommy gun to school, or even mum 'ndad.... consulting for large lanyward fees, here... behind their have a nice day and ive lived 'n loved in Yankland no point not only are they the worst in the sac ...ever... but not one ever ever means what they say ever...
why of course you end up with the greatest comedic shitshow ever
that's almost beating Monty for Pythonate constriction and impossible to apprehension
(the above fact, all that stolen money working for yank third sector orgs - last 20 years, allows them to come and put themselves out of a subpoena's reach once theyve cashed in the shares or found some new identity and stashed it in the CAymans ... and run away to especially The Sourcelands and recreate themselves as smiley saccharine consultant to Universities constructing UK and health child policy...weird that about the most unhealthy premature death rate land in the so called 'developed' lands... getting their big smelly foot so far wedged in your front door.... )
Meanwhile the Miss Information in the even more ignorant hereland is even worse than that in their Yank homeland for example even if i NEVER talk about health or medicine ...so have noone to talk to...
And always take a balanced middle ground, my lass i took, with no money in my bank ever, to the lands of precautionary principle, in that a separate dose of virus in the arm, for measels .. mumps and the other one too google easy so i wont say it as the ridiculous obsession on such things ruined society and all once saneish 'activist' types fell down Alice's toilet where even the waters within were Glassfake and designed to
waste
your time
in Frogland 2002ish you could pay a VERY small fee and have the three injections, seperately
cautiously
Likely still can.
However... nobody told you the following: there is an agreed protocol throughout Europe attempting to balance, 'novel' medicines treatments and the like
(i say as someone so close to
that wonderful 1960s painpill that was world heralded as "OF COURSE 'armless!!"
that in Yankeeland .... this protocol of applying precautionary balanced principle to shovi'n kids with so many 'medicines' in their arm as soon as they drop...
or likely dropped by some fattie scramblin for her fatjab as soon as the lump is out and she's given the all clear she can resume her poisons...
does not apply and Mister Kennedy rather than giving everyone instant Measels mumps and the other one indeed is merely realigning the MAD lands with the European guidelines...
I have never referred to such irrelevances when theyre buggerin their kids even moreso eatin all the crapfood and shoutin all the shouty angst from EAstenders when the poor things are still in the so called womb
As was known 3 decades ago
Anyway.....
Knowing now all io will ever need tyo know about the main indeed hidden agenda of the sneakiest peeps on The Planet - at least you know where you are with a Yank, you dont exist unless they can make cash from you, or somehow are useful in their schemes to hide their home grown psychopathy where its default to even cover up the PFOAS leachin into their
Dark Waters
no point even mentioning in YUK
It's like this the droll but true I Daniel Blake was infact seen by SIX times more Frogs than brits
whom en masse decades ago indeed basically adopted the real life original Disneyland as their preferred holidaying spot
Anyway no point... caring other than to attempt some beautiful poignant heartstoppin...
tale tellin'
And even if ... well its so part of it
But the awful oldman
(ohh yes the last one on EU i didnt finish...
NO self respecting ordinary European middle classist or gillet jaune underclass would ever waste their hard earned escargot munchin' cash on 'COLLECTING'
stamps, china, garden gnomes, antique landrovers, even antique private jets or Alistair evil mad Crowley first editions...
(add that bit in later with more flourishment's and anecdote..)
To 97% of Europeans a book is to READ.... to 87.3% of YUKs a book in even a charity shop is to flick through and see if its a 'collectable' edition
and anyone going to YAnkland 40 years ago knew a land where they are so obsessed with every stat and number must be always to the nearest decimal point rather than...
"most"
was born mad and badly esteemed, 250 years ago
so fuck back into the womb they'll be jabbin as mad as a MAdhatter if they could
and get reborn propper
according to fine European varxxxxanation principles that adhere to the science of at least the precautionary principle invented while they were still canibalising the locals no doubt such bad hunters they have to go for the Injuns rather than the bears or the fishies before they became the number one piss-in-yer-own-water country of the world...
Now..i hate such cheap shortcut words such as avenge
And it's incorrect not even clickbait as no one check in any more to The Tube great i am free
BUt if there is one story that needs telling most...
Well it already has been in the 'friends' one a week ago or was it 4 or 5 days
Peppa
En route for the "paradise" ... on sea
she never told me
Infact in her head even then i bet it was Hatesville.
(privately: " come and rescue me..")
But someone really in need came by and
last act
no act
Even if the well paid to be religious religious man's was:
" yes i'll... errata me and the well known wife preacher to many churches, 'll see if we can help you find her the desperately needed therapy"
ok.... but she needs to be turned into something far more real and as poignant as the truth of heretoo...
strangely a halfy ... Lebanese or quite likely her gran one of the original biggest failures ever in history..
the original Palestinian freedom fighter biggtime
late 50s bigbombs
and kidnapped by some English so called attache
And given to some Brideshead addict
here
Anyway righty ho now....
soon
The annals, of how at least 50% ...over arf....
invaded the lasterregion and they literally would do ANYthing to be able to afford the ticket back to the ashram...or KAshmir... oops as they are the most a-political generation ever extant
of course that didnt end well so they can't
And there is one thing worse far far worse than those YAnks
Amateurs when it comes to PR
spin,
tellin' porkie pies with a believable yummymummy plenished grin
(who also destroyed Pep so interestingly
only Houellebecq homed in on them lastercentury
But Cecile and her twenty yearback rejection,
despite her honour in leaving behind the perfect booklist
Thomas Bernhard and all the rest of the real writers
knows as any fine Frog is born to
l'amour merely a game, of pretend war
and one day in her onher
all i care for
is Upending Michelle's dominance with his finest Atomise
especially as nobody really even noticed it here, as almost Most of the Time
default
but one could never even hint their kids madness
surfharm, default false allegationing
even at their Steiners or othersuch elite Temples of nothing
, THEIR 'fault')
Well.... I look for the deep and meaningful film. Even if Mrs Withnail defrauds the peeps by using the KillingFields cash on huntswoman attire, and showing her Cruella spots most projectively on Boxing day
at Hay...
I have never seen anything that so beats Bruces Dith Pran for purest ever ...
( all popups are fake and can be batted away unlike all regional SWesternshire projectionistas projecting care... who i know cant be batted away unfortunately and don't even respond to " in smelly tincan in the most wonderful summer ever there hasnt been one single flie this year i needed to bat away.... ehh you gotta problem" they are in charge dominate all ...purest acedia - i have a new equation today on what causes it in my can .....soon)
imdb 8.6 and not for projectile Totnes compulsory woo woo virtue signalling reasons ...
( unless you donated to Pilger's true bastard worthy son, the ginger at https://www.declassifieduk.org/ my chief Mong babe ... and agent Z swear by only him)
Especially the 100% effete of places like The Source for years have said whist shopping for alpaca womb-wraps (pics soon) that they don't 'do' politics. 'Twas known the effeteratti became only Disney-on-mudbath Glasto-tolerant some decades ago where infantilisation was hidden behind... fluttery bits of flag, too...asitappens...
which is the ONLY reason your sceptic footbath of a mucky coasted shithole will for 100% certain spend the next decade with Nige, or even worse ones like Tyce, in the news..
they - the effeteratti, do listen to if only to check what may affect their pyramid .... supplement conjob sales operation
or shamniac 'guided' tour dreamjob guiding peeps to the puke bucket under pretence of 'enlightenment' ideally to Costa Rica as there are fewer machete weildin' local cops there ...for a reason... a delightful brand of consumerist tyranny lite...
.... and whist they are in fact THE POWER - they run the third sector and have the posher houses... and even the likes of Gove will come and have a shamniac mud-bath therapy now'n again within their garden grounds....especially if a 'boutique' sauna is on the menu ....to humour them or more likely the Missus if her Mail is payin' for the 'retreat'.... to Dooneshire, or for the actually power, Horrorfordshire who bought 'intellect' by being seen, at a dreadful Yannis talk at Hay
And pretending to allcomers theytoo have a second home there .....
Anyway all i know is that for 40 years Europe was my work and 100% existence even if only latterly battling to rescue a halfbreed one who still is one
but i NEVER ever hear any Britisher ever even know the first thing about what Europe really was and still is as supertankers take decades to turn around...
And I know for a fact as sure as ferrits are that only by knowing the real Europe, do you understand the real perverse outlier...here....
BUt you dont even have to waste decades reading bad books on it or even worse the completely wrong internet on it..
or go there
i went and lived loved worked there for you.... with a Primo Levi (non deathcult book) in my bag as great example: how to be objective.. merely notice the REAL working and personal lives of those he encountered as many year professional itineranttoo....
Free substack audio
What IS Europe? Until you know the real true version of Europe (over 40 years) i NEVER hear, you cannot know what IS the UK. Nor your real future.
And if you can find ANY sanity on the most popular supposed mainstream 'heterodox thinking' channels - Konstantin , poor Alistair the only British PM i recall trading on his Christianity, Tony's spin doctor lapdog, and even poorer rich snivelly Rory, i shall eat my pondcast.
under construction
not ready til come back later
NOTES AND BITS FORGOTTEN WILL BE HERE LATER
IN SPONTANEOUS AUDIO MADE PREDAWN
WHERE I AM SURE PUNCHLINE FORGOTTEN, TOO...
BUT IT WILL RETURN...always does even if months later
@RedtheCat2014
3 days ago