To the mum of, them..... halfies, mongrels, i assume
' ai ' decided which way round, me saving 1% battery just in case....
"[ west german even if they don't any more define West is best East had least] no... we dont need to . panic
.... numbers all that matter in any democratic
arrangement.... one outlier, nutjob result
when sixty million still vote social democrat
not in any way anything to stop us TALKING with them, now...too... dont be a hysterical twat"
( in this picture there is real ' tragedy' if married with the as always 100% impromptu
jottin' below)
this below is part of it - the other bit woven in.... upon it what ' it' is...not this putrid fantasy unartifact
just as example....
,,,At ....The....Stone...
I found it. Even if one always loses that wish, along the way knowing they, Ms Twice Agrees... won't be there.... they never are...
But at least i have in a walking waffle actually what i needed to define.
It is built upon an imaginary conversation with the perfect imaginary mother of an eleven and fifteen year old, what you would say to her if you had Pablo Neruda's " we have to be speaking for an hour for a conversation to actually begin..." the real version of why any even ex euro bird should take them away... from here, especially if your whole heart and whole lifetime of truth ere in that... why.
BUt we can't only be 'negative' - the new fascism of all must only be 'nice' even a thick yank Lionel Shriver figured out, as the problem..
So it is woven in to the truly best word ever.
even better than saudade... and all along i had forgotten that this word must not just be intellectual knowing, it must be of feeling, too...
and it really is better - my version, that any words even Mister William Quack Quack Turner could manage even if he painted the gloomy part of it...
And Mister BAbb Oxford Don OF it couldn't figure what it really ..IS...I know he would cry into his teacup in my face...
And i have it....because of her..... and her two agreements... as it is for her.... the skeptic, which of course is a banned word even in safer Northern Dooneshire..
Never mind i must go and throw myself off a better bridge there with delight at at last i do get it
But .... i know even a one dimensional English could get it, too... as it is what they're all afraid of deep down...
To be cont as just when i really have 'it' plus the reasons why you get your kids out tailor made for a good mind and ive met so few...
and it;'s all ready to stick here... not enough laptop battery and the meanest cheapest readers ever in history arent worth me even going for a cheap lemonade to go and plug in...
she knew...i hope.... i cared, and likely wouldn't know that anyone elses kids are equal to anyone else's if you like them all always no matter what....
but it is the narcissus thats the prob... three years wandering this pestilent place except MY Stone up in them hills... it is that they pimp 'change' it's all they can bleat when in fact pone thing i know as outsider looking in... pure European all are equal all must be equally accepted and all that...
thing is here...change has not really been possible (nothing much even to do wioth matters 2016) .....change takes such a long long time.... REAL change... really we don't at our core...and yet thats what they all pay into and profit from day after day the notion it can happen...even easily.
And i know one thing... the true toxic stressy parenting thats gradually got worse and worse these last 20 odd years... not only has that NOT changed other than get worse, it wont either for years.. real change is very very hard work.. and first requiring the acceptance, youtoo
which not one of them ever CAN say..... its always someone else....ive never known a region of everyone else is so at fault ...
to be cont and finished tomor
audio: heres why if i had had another hour...
using ones own story partly as foundation, quite correctly
https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/09/how-to-cure-all-yer-adhd-autism-ocd.html
i always forget the punch lines as i never plan ANYthing or react to anything or anyone, or make notes..
there being no point to state, regarding the above splendid REAL waffle about how you vaccinate your people against it all too...
" by the age of 30 [especially 32, after 2 years as slave to someone else's children SO SO lovingly.... all kids are equal and can be loved equally irrespective of the seed... ] i was 95% NORMAL.... and maybe by 25 years ago, 100% NORMAL....."
why because in UK its somehow offensive and ignorant to say THERE IS A NORMAL... really thats what every conversation with every British woman for 15+ years is polluted by... they know there is no 'normal' never mind it being so so not desirable, even if it were possible...
Such as a splendid evening last early evening, but still remembering even 25 years ago a little bit of me would remain somewhere i had had enough of, never mind the lil' drinkin' devil would just be hiding around the corner of some or other dead end street - cul-de-sac, in my head.... the one that is even if it never actually came back " you will want ten more if you have even one.."
knowing that is WRONG, that you can move out of that even if fully by age 27, still you dont really FULLY until you do causes or other people ONE HUNDRED PERCENT selflessly in that link above and https://www.ralphschism.com/p/mental-elf-roundup.html
no one even knows,..... knew.... and no one will ever give me even a kiss of thanks never mind buy ME a coffee well one guy did once for 20 euros but even he has run away crying...
But thats just irrelevant when you can't even say " normal is..... had such wonderful late afternoon... felt like " i have earned a twice a year pint...ok lets do it..." such a queue at bar after lil' miss "I agree" had left... forget it
and knowing one has had a splendid time a bit later meander back to the tin can wondering should i pop back later... and realising as always up at 6am latest its so nice to have omnes sleep by tennish... the fine day fading from view in ones minds eye...
and awaking as usual at 545ish... as usual a first ten mins just enjoying coffee and naughty roll up.... my only regret and never smoked near a kid ... but still...
even if even him and i made friends yesteraft over his cut price, imports....
but then immediately within 30 seconds a face crystalises in ones minds eye...
picture perfect...
as if speaking again face to face...
and the thoughtbubble: "well as long as my mind still acts 100% as it had become, 100% normal.... that's what memory, methinks, by nature was invented, for... i wouldnt be able to do THAT still if my mind and all the rest of it wasnt 100% simple normal....always....
" shame none of em on this aisle want that any more..or for some years, even longer.... thats what their crap self pitying society did to them...forget them, but she did have a lovely serene easy simple face, my favourite kind...... i wonder if she even knows...i'll never know but at least my mind is 100% nuclear tipped...NORMAL...
"what i knew for sure in my earlier personhood i certainly could never be...."
as of course all british children for about 15 years nothing to do with 'social media', by teachers politicians all those lanyardists.... have been brainwashed into KNOWING for sure..does not exist
actual real performance
The Obama administration has cut fewer nuclear weapons than any other post-Cold War administration.
so artless and dour.....
Ramones...
" me ive tried to tell them..... not only when a young man even one with a penchant for fancy shirts and suits we all rather mocked... put all his violence into the microphone .....
"every bloke pogoing there wouldnt even dream of smashing the camera of the bloke there taking pretty pix......
" when we saw her we knew she's utterly insane bonkers dangerous..... not 'but' just is an even truer true genious.....
" if there had been a few more Siouxsis in charge all of her speaking of dont you dare come near my gusset unless you have something intyelligent to say....rather than the ones who brag about being intact age quite old.....
" we wouldnt be here..... but i do think its why the poor little retarded sex criminals over the pond haven't even dared to have a woman president yet.....
" i mean Patti she was you could see in pain being herself.... and would have a sore crotch from even a tame nag under her fake punk skirts.... and tell you about it ad nauseum....
So... there you were... age thirteen fourteen...still age sixteen but by then had learned to avoid the boozy lot by running away with the other lot....
And their lil' bit of pot....
REAl 'fear' 's a real thing....
Forget them Sarajevo lot
at least they had some community, and solidarity,
on the same side, old Jenny Cideres..on it tearin their flesh for a stew
they knew, nothin of why they had to "alchemise" their society
into something else...
In the vile land of Military Industrial Complex, brokerage
at least by the newer agetimes, ninetine nineties they'd learned:
don't be the actual arms dealer Mark Thatcher
son, of the evil one
Nope be the middle man brokerin' them from your houseboat
on that Thames or even Gweek....
there no one will even take a peek
at what's below decks, that's for others to tweak
far away and long ago
Anyway ... saudade is, a moment.
More than a moment.
A story. Just tellin' real reality.
The nineteen seventies were less violent (The Luton babe agreed with me just a few weeks ago - her an actual schoolteacher there, my age, and her bloke
"so it it the immos has the Tommy stuff made it all febrile for a while?"
"nope its something else set in a decade or so ago...as you say dont believe the BBC the screwdrivers in the eyes down casualty... say something that was never said before" )
But more routinely 'violent' in a really rather cider headed way.
Take one lost boy floating around the local waters.
A rat of a brother and runt of a sister, not their fault, sent away to private boarding school
(ALL MONEY LOST SOME YEARS ON THANG GOD I'M NO FOOL - ALL INHERITED WEALTH FUCKS YOU UP MORE THAN 'MUM AND DAD' )
So even if one - me, age about eleven has a personal quiet revolution
(ohh ...she is my tutor too, " so was Rasputin a positive revolutionary of a negative one as we have been lead to believe...?" unflinchingly " a positive revolutionary" and she has a daughter she loves)
And refuses to go to school away rather staying around the local VERY 'umble yeomanry, mainstay Ralph the first a solid tree of a man taught me my scything the even more important lesson, AND to sharpen it AFTER the job awaiting the start of the next job..." you would get accused of OCD ADHD if that was your setting nowadays...
So your rat 'n runt are lost forever as you can take the girl out of the private school but not vice a versa...
And of course both become only shabby celebrity obsessed....
and any sane father wants to keep their child away from everything Olly wrote about so well in Affluenza... indeed them. Exactly.
Which is hard and requires endless kindly explanation, neutrally, with story, as one doesn't want to be thought ancient Marxist, but sometimes family can obviously be so guaranteed to fail, as both of them did, to ever even have their own...
As SO many of the very loose 'set' they partly inhabited of the very sparsely scattered 'set' around N Wales of other private school ed kids they knew.. - almost all who died young and all of whom were obviously as one occasionally saw them into ones later 20s, were really fucked up...and ,many died young.
Anyway good for me revolting.....
But there's one thing you couldn't avoid, in a small very working class ordinary comprehensive, in ones school 'community', age 14 that a few of the thuggish ones - not many but a few almost exclusively runaways from Liverpool 50km or more away (and no one ever went there in old unreliable motors days, nor thankfully did they come to our hidden valley and hills of paradise)
they.. the few school bullies, picked on the one who had a brother and sister at the posh schools..
One person alone in my schoolyear was often enough at the disco the one who would be not dancin' with some girl he fancied i still remeber perfectly age 15 and DAwn is there in front circling and she's smiling nicely at last....
And number 1 psycho-lite out of nowhere his knuckles are hard in my face....again....
That dawn had to be suspended... for a few months anyway
As you skulk away outside, frightened...
Anyway fast forward to yesterday early evening.... I don't go up to English blokes who have that bullneck rather full of steroids look, and say to them...
" mate... how old are you!? ..." " sisxty two..."
" well...ferk me i thought you were younger you look pretty young buck for that age..... but i never imagined it could be done, but you did it...you did it.....
" i skulked away in my bedroom as a teenager.. fuckhard wildman of the hills bigger than these underwhelming ones up there.... actually gallopin' em to shepherd my sheeps...no helmet.... even once foot went down a bunny hole when i was alone, full tilt...near broke my neck when the nag rolled OVER me it still rings in my head.....
but that's animals they are easy... other blokes fuck......hard
i spent most evenings raising myself almost exclusively on the likes of ....
" and down the pub Richard Jones or some of his mates would hunt me like a dog they would kick for fun.....
" but one learns to divert to the nicer ones who dont drink so much,....
" anyway... you get down eventually to London or even erics in Liverpool.....
" and you walk in to some dirty....always dirty... pub which hasnt had a lick of paint for years... the smoke tar is the walls.... and there's a noisy vibe to use todays rediculous word...an UNvibe.... everyone there is sort of well they arent quite sure why they are there there's nothing else to do....
" and then he... at first mainly a him, until the girls got rightly into the act too.... he would get up on stage.... no flash gear.... probably cheap guitars cheap drums cheap aftershave even if real men back then knew that only cheap men use that poison....
" you could still see the shaving cuts on his face even if he had only just come of age so as to have a fluff to cut....
" and he would stand there all swiveleye.... almost enraged.... pure rage... pure
" well its as simple as this he had NOTHING.. he had nowhere else to be or nobody else to be as they hadnt been told by anyone even mum n dad about some of the earlier good stuff.... mum n dad eckerslike down the pub singin Brotherhood of MAn songs ....
" he would stand there welded AT his lip, to the microphone singing ...scvreaming..... about how he couldnt even get a job as apprentice welder in Maggie's evil towns twinned with America, now...
"but he wasn't really complaining or moaning.... he just had nothing else to do.... nothing.....
" and in that moment...of rage... pure spittin' and spatterin' with his welded lip so he couldn't even spittlespatter that elegantly unless he spat even stronger and more visciously....
" you just knew even me a bit scared of tough guy blokes....
" that you could go up to him aftershow and in fact pet him on his head... ' you just did it....you found the answer to what is elsewhere... and he wouldn't glass you even in darkest deepest NAtional Front regions of town..
" he would shake your hand....."
" and that was what real art was for....
" but it was gone... there is no way that moment could be recreated... especially here.... its impossible.....
" but ... when you played it... when you screamed it...and the whole pub screamed
"AND A KICK IN THE BALLS.....
and that Tom Cat....
" i ...well there arent words for the feeling of total paradise ...never mind being reminded London could once do poetry perfection.....
" but you did summit even better.... you also were all the rest of them spotty lads who knew they would never get on the telly...or even one day become even he blotted his copybook to say the least with his support of 'Deaf to the ID deathsqauds..... '
"you somehow were all of them rolled into one..... the unseen lads who all they had was that microphone...and turned it into a white flag, pasted onto Siouxsi's perfect gusset, too.....
" there's no way anyone could ever have taken me back into that Camden pub in 1978 or nine ...... not even promoted... him - the violent thug, at the mic... maybe Polly Styrene queued up for her turn next as pure equal.... and even she knew she wanted to take him home to meet her moggies... and purr at him....
because..... he had found his purpose.... and all his rage and hurt went into what really was the greatest art...ever.... even if i prefered my Queen Joan....
(three chats rolled up into one for artsistic intent)
" bugger me though... just as you had finished these birds walked in and unlike nowadays i just made a friendly quip....
" and this perfect one as if one was back in that pub in Camden in 1978 ... as i to allay the death cult hall of mirrors everyone else is stuck ion i gave her my real version of Britalin..... and ferk me she didnt do THE POGO at me slanted into me with razor blades in herr fringe they all do..... she said twice, she agreed....with me.....lovely smiley agreement just simple old saudade style....
" what am i doin' chattin' with you ... a man can't live on us old geezers knowing what was once good..... i gotta go and find her.... "
...The Stone...."
where i have spent a lot of the last few months with a good book and sunshine, in almost paradise..(" the cleanest waters runnin' by in the whole of this polluted land") .. not a bit of malice in sight... nor even a phone signal.
Now...... it's all very simple. Saudade, i STILL must get back to finally riffing upon - the rematch, is real.
I mean never mind the truly Greatest Beauty (by far, of the whole region, bet she knows it too, even if too humble to ever admit ot or say so ) who i thought was snubbing me, actually calling across the street sweetly a greeting, from under her bicycle helmet, which makes her look so much less beaut ... covers up her glorious silverishness.... it actually shocked me, but that's not a saudade as no one ever in the past in my whole life, has ever made a point of being overtly greeterly to me....
But a saudade actually is, knowing as i know that there's no real fellowship in the region, and anyway long ago i gave up ALL nightime activity or even daytime 'event' attendence...
But then she..or i should say THEY - Mister and Missus Ruskie, even if he is a rare Brit who is above all nationality ....may be around and she makes me so ridiculously happy.... so i thought i may see them again...
(later on, at dusk " ehh up duck.... look ...your missus when i gave her the culture list you failed to EDUCATE her with and said i have put on it films that didnt require thinking in the required four dimensions, as she was busy with the to quote her 'fucking evil, useless Tsarist ' tradespeople who wont fix her kitchen equipment...for months.... she without a millisecond barks at me ' you think im a retard..' at that millisecond i fell in luv.... she MUST be the leader - she alone can save us...all our children yours too.... i am grooming her.... she still wont listen to me when i told her if she went down there where they're all gathered now and used that word fairly loudly there would be a stunned silence...and then booing.....and as for the 's' word.... from Ian Drury's FABULOUS artsongs... that would get her arrested..."
"whats this word i need to know!!??? he is saying here... silly man thinks they would dare arrest ME..... ....why haven't you TOLD me it you retard...thirty years on uneducating me in our marital bed......i need to know it...NOW ... you have held OUT on me!" )
Anyway....saudade is something that a realistic non mentally ill European knows yes its kindof long gone in the past the good version of life.....
yes if you fight or just PERSIST..or like Pereira, you Maintain... maybe you may just get lucky and win in the end as he does at Rua Saudade in that wonderful book of EUROPEANS STILL WANT TO LIVE ON....
without pills. That really arent good for your kids or their buddies - uk went RITOLIN 30 years ago for gods sake despite it being offcially unethical to test drugs on children... far far moreso than any European nation
and THIS is the result:
https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/09/now-sunday-morning-and-her-eyes-dont.html
why for 25 years i say to all parents "if you love your 11 year old...never mind 15, their mates on ket or enough of them even here...[ i have footage of the many gathered ket smokers at Southern Cornwall cliffs especially the posher places like Porthleven...EVERY day at schools out time..] . .find a way sooner or later to escape..... as even if they are raised brilliantly and all free range half their mates are permanently rewired in the head in a not very good way..."
Anyway.... so, even Portuguese rules of saudade also says its DEFINATELY not possible to get 'it' back - that which was really good, once,,,
That which is simple.....sweet...lovely and healthy....
And there you are in the very last place in the Swestershire drug factory you know you wont find it.....
Part 1
AND part 2...
of finding them both.
In a bit
...and if you don't listen ALL the way through, apply it to those around you, and even pay for my book to be published (no British publisher ever would as they are parasites prostituting - from about 2010 - in the same meetings and pubs as BBC, on your child's lowest common denominatrix....
" we can only sell books that have confected victimhood, saccharine vulnerability, and DEFINATE innate disabilities the fruitier the better, as we can't outcompete the crap coming free from Yankland online"..) YOU ARE SUPORTING CRMINAL JERRYMANDERING FARAGE..intgent to supply or be supplied with casheroonies.... as at least 30% are SICK of this, know something is wrong with it all, DARENT say... but do dare to vote for his load of actually nutjoblydivergent same old spivs..
And this is how t5o stop him start being honest about what many do know deep down...it's no ones 'fault' but still the solution isn't loads more cash and lanyards the UKIPPERS rant against, too...
free substack ................basically unless you buy me a coffee (link above) at local champagne socialist prices you should buy him and Trump one instead as thats what you are doing by not DOing something about all this....for the good of the un sufferer who is by having his or her cojones removed nothing to do with 'trans' but cojones are the cure....and they hurt when they get kicked, but you're better off for it in the end..and all your labels...disappear...
audio
https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/09/how-to-cure-all-yer-adhd-autism-ocd.html
REFERENCES
Virginia Mackenna in Ring of Bright Water is the dirtiest sexiest best role model bit of fluff in the history of porn flix
and works....
so go out and feed the swans at least....
and for the girls, John Ridd in the 76 Lorna Doone on Tube, is pretty hunky as a 'cause' mentor chap you may fantasise about in his sheepshed, if you ask even me....
NOT READY TIL 1548.88834
now i have NO interest in the whole Swesterly fluffhole..
REAL child killers came to live at my lasterly
The one who would drive through OUR Woodlanders (actual as in the book the whole 'feeling' untouched for centuries...in fact since Byron's last summer holiday in the UK, there...) yard...
In they came - him and her, even if the kids were his...
And she is a performative 'carer' (every other word she performs it in any chat) in the small town nearby
But i have never seen someone drive so often so fast through our old ancient ungentrified courtyard... many a morn... despite a much nicer sign than this one...
i have dozens of OUR sign - lovely handpainted far larger....
...ehh the opposite of what the Totty Paperchasists say.... at 1500 quid for 3 1/2 days workshopping ..
knowing that ones best attribute is keeping on top of the paperwork all hunky dorey neatly tidied up...and ones handwriting us lovely....
and yet due a superb summer away from sockets and loads of great lil books..... see... not even time to apostrophise that lil....
rather a lot of people pleasing time wasting...
GREAT new european chats to take notes on...still...
one doesnt have the time to what one is...organised tidy and write nicely always..
so its even more mindful to show the scrappy version. now .
one will splurge what one really shouldnt..cos it makes me look like idiot savant nutjob
in fact duaL NATIONAL WOULD BE GOOD EVEN IF neither HAVE A BEACH..
oops acc cap....
I missed a bit yes the true tragedy i realised maybe 6 mths ago...two years by her seas..... my god i am tougher than old boots but about half the time roughly had the partial shits.... Bristol (poo chart) runnier stuff.. and yes that is the sea.... only....
even if of no interest to me ... won't do that again despite the most gorgeous coves... we did have fun in ....
THE only thing that matters from LAST POST VERY MUCH rewritten
(my supoerfans really do very quickly gobble up my latest load of dribble..)
last post...
the one REAL question being does a few decades here for the fine European immo, anglicise-infect them beyond ALL hope...?
thats the same the rest added to a lot
...a bit needs to be here for now
Especially having spent the most marvellous imaginable summer and a few more lovely plenishy days to go..
And realised there is no point ever having a sane intellectual conversation with any born in this land...
Ever....as they simply cannot even take in the little bracketed bit below - as if it is some ad hominem attack on their sensetive lil' brain..
(which never are, theyre LETHAL! the way they backstab )
HOW...ever... the real question has always been - only one for me: now...not all Germans are near perfect... ergo the one - Julia's mum, (one of my girls who contacted me from 2006 DEMANDING their story is told - names faces kids names....to protect them from one of the many sixth Reich departments - school, health, courts...local 'charities' - laughable, .etc... )
The German Eva....who had been here twenty years (then 06) married to the usual arrogant English cunt who didnt really even like his daughter... and spent a lot of time avoiding her ..off to boarding school than every single reason not to be around in her teens..
the one REAL question being does a few decades here for the fine European immo, anglicise-infect them beyond ALL hope...?
HOw... ever .. yes Julia's mum - many a time i would go to courts in London or to speak with her committed to the posh whacky ward... all on her behalf (once they had ousted her wonderful black other parent Donovan, being both were also of course rather racist cunty, as he wasn't quite what they wanted as a son in law and father of their grand kids..... But good for him he actually stuck in there and for some years was sole parent of two of the three chockies.... )
So me.....Unpaid.... no guarantee expenses - train back n forth, may not even be paid as agreed... and i got them back " ehh the stupid Kraut wouldnt think of this...basically spending the last a few years undermining our case to get them back......why dont you [Local Authority] even install cctv at Julias in the nippers bedrooms no problem... if you still cant trust her and feel she's a whackjob..."
worked. They didn't need to. They realised good rhetoric when they met me... was based also on knowing the lass (i didnt even like as i have nothing in common with private school girls living in London a VERY sad life of her only 'rebellion' was the endless black boys.. three becoming dads, two of whom real junkies too)
And... also bolstered by moi in the fight: "NO, MUM....actung!!.. my psychosis [ REAl lil' green men ] that was only due a really awful dad, and a bit of mix up in my blood....and you never rescuing me from his MONEY.... you were addiocted to..... and then years of having my babies stolen at birth Simon got back for me as you know as you did NUTHIN to help other than tell SS I am mad, and love junkie black blokes, and cant be trusted with them even if as we did, getting them care of you....and never even bought him a lunch when he came down to see me in the whacky ward committed...!!...no mum its NOT genetic.... my total cure proves... fuck off back to preschool and read DAwkins 1976 evil load of nonsense... and then learn how it perverted even you! ..that all is ONLY ever in the genes.... when even the BBC [in the thing below] managed to tell that truth, as lies..."
Fast forward to 2022 it was so lovely to hear Julia on the phone, five years free from her anti 'psychotics' they had had her on at least five years as condition of getting the kids back, that had been making her psycho..
I could hear immediately it was speaking with a completely different person. Every sentence every nuance was a person i had sadly never known. (even at very low dosage as she had been at times on). And her laughter - i had never heard her real laughter only performative to please.... them.
She enjoyed thinking and also thinking about the 'work' done (on her very warped childhood) and that she still needed to do - on the usual people pleasing disease... that was still pretty bad even five years clean and also a 'mentor' at Narcs Annon...she didn't need to be in as the very occasional once every few years crack guzzling was merely as she couldnt stand mum and dad.... she didnt actually like getting 'high'... it was just a release...
that of course must for the London lassies (this one could only afford a very dull far away suburb) ..turn into 'let me save the world by becoming a junkie mentor. i can use my ex junkiness [that never actually existed i dont work with druggies] for good .."
she was told.... ... because she agreed VERY VERY avidly with great laughter, to move on to help the next junkie in Presteigne as i was setting up, in return for free summer holiday with the kids....
and yet it never happened...
(REALLY hurting of course the next one down the chain.... which is what PP is... VERY dangerous..as NA do say blessem..)
Which is also why the BBC and all journalists are indeed the real NAzi's as even yesterday i heard one yet again on the BBC stating " the little green men are very very inherited...in the genes.."
As i heard a so called man tell his own gorgeous (i have film) daughter who was my fixing assistant in a job, four years ago that her mum he had made sure stayed in the whacky ward so he could get all the child payments... was " genetically ill with Green men..."
thus sentencing my lil' friend to a lifetime knowing as of course they do...metoo
Anyway not all Germans can STAY fine good minds.... and i wonder how bad the disease is of infection - that arrogance she spoke of...
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excerpt from private page in development this morn called tyrants
(To any person who has had mental health issues I always nudge them here the simply incredible documentary by the BBC https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5m331x Why did i go mad...
Mainly in an attempt to counteract the tyranny in " psychiatric illness is genetic" that the majority still believe (and thus 'sufferers' can never be assisted out)
Also about the ONLY psych chap i respect having read many of them (i have read ALL of Bentall's books)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Bentall comes up quite rightly with an alternative take on matters
Now it may seem totally unrelated but so much is down to a subtle tyranny SO brilliantly shown as metaphor in Land of The Blind
The 'goodies' must check EVERY action daily for baddie traits... as all good action with best intent, may damage someone unintendedly
Exactly what psychiatric medicine has been stuck in as paradigm for 30+ years. )
... so as to save time over the next few days.
So as to ne able to, next, write up what nobody dares ever say about " sickness" ...benefit
next.
This one they'll teally hatecrime.
among other things i think it's really just about either being too thick to read reasonable books such as Kushner's Mars Room (even if not my normal cheerful happy ending like Coetzee's Michael K which is as cheerful as you can get, being it starts with him obviously knowing why he must end it...and he's right, and is a book of thus only beautiful small things, and real grace...
But really the so called elite or top third cash in back-pocket-wise, not very wise....
are too arrogant to know REALLY knowing the bottom third is the key to knowing anything, like why they are wrong those top ones...
But that's a long one done before though badly;
All it really is is in that old adage " knows the price of everything and value of nothing" being updated for some years to " nobody even knows that old adage ' knows the price of everything and value of nothin'..." especially if they listen to Muzz indeterminate Tempest and it's like...
and The Undercover Hippy (who isn't one) started it - the uktra performative self pity via so called street 'art', so s/he's just copying the same old formula for having no value, but a price, and their currency modern day moaning, when they wouldn't know how to care or what may be lost... the REAL loss.
The losses that rationally utterly do lose in you any point ever in any value anywhere.... unless you are actually rational despite your moaning
All i know is that all moaning - or to reterm: very very assiduous sounding VERY dedicated 'activism' which is the exact opposite 99% of the time, it is doing nothingism, but making out you are.... or to put it better as i did 20 years ago, knowing enough of them, the cleveratti who have signs in window saying " i am a citizen of Zog and assert my rights never to be ticketed..." never ever did a thing to change ANYthing....
And in the real world every single action, judgement, pretence, pumping up, pontification, became ONLY about having in the back of their, youtoo, most likely...minds where's the FISCAL angle for me one day..
cash thats all you are...
and all the Nigelistas want to keep their cash for a few more of them who ain't migrants or on the dole (facts we pay less pro rata than many EU countries tgo under pension age claimants of state assistance - FACTS.. and in fact the largest by far 'welfare' cost, issue... is, yes, the triple locked pension, who vote against the rest of them in the same food chain to get state support... )
and the ones who do ok in the bottom third by dint of the CASH they spend on the fanciest flatscreen tv, tattoos, or of course now must-have, the 4 grand wheelchair (XXX FILM OF LOVELY ANTHONY WE TOOK HE WAS GREAT - admitting he was only in his 5 grander due alcoholism cos he so hated his native Cornwall cos of all the 'hate' lot who had even moved into Porthscatho his born and bred place..and only wished to leave...)
anyway my unnecessary share of the pot, that's all everything is, especially as one can live just fine on absolute scrapin' the barrel bottom 10% cash... ok add in a tad embezzled legally from the banks, a few unpaid credit cards which is quite legal when you know even your 'farmer' landlordlady is so prejudice against REAL farmery animals - if you play with them and enjoy them, rather than shout and moan and control them as so many do their dogs, like our ferrits, and will find a way of costing you a lot by another eviction....
POST to be built up into how never to moan (with NO parachute, no family money, no one else to ENDLESSLY fix everything that needs fixing up in hills or even lowland smallholdings, and spending every penny only on ones family as that's your duty, always...)
https://www.ralphschism.com/p/ferret-communism-or-ferritianmaoitegerm.html
and how even when you have the very worst imaginable end of life 16 1/2 years ago, you are certainly a nicer person than the endless childless vandals whom really do do so much...damage...
cos nice - ask Lionel Shriver a wise woman even if lousy writer, in her spring last year Start The Week, is bad.... nice is evil...just being 'nice' - having a society where demanding and performing nice, is really very proto-fascist, nasty....
especially when i knew even in the 00s how LITTLE parents actually DO for their kids even in middle of Nowhere Herefordshire or East Powys.. like be bothered drive em up to spend an afternoon, not even 'DONATION' ever mentioned nor even bring a can of cat food with you if you can.... with the local Supreme Ferret champion fuzzies there, years, for all and sundry to enjoy whoever they were......as everyone knew!
doing stuff is all that matters... and of course performative niceness is an evasion tactic in respect of ever doing ANYthing effective....
as they are the very time-consuming things....
to be cont
but the really NICE thing about even DOing everything for a child ten...even twenty years, and failing..is at least you were DOing something...real. And thus you remain intact, just fine...and thus love all the jibes and nasty assumptions from the unreal. It means keep on keepin on maybe jut one will prove, REALness....
also the cure to mental elfness.... and even ALL those 'labels' they all brag of EVERywhere in Swestershire...by default.
I think there's a word for that too....
soon