Wednesday, 23 September 2026

define "letting go"

 ...bit of a tough nut, that one...

But here is one of many examples, at some point soon i shall attempt to getting to....

So, as sermonette  the eve before last (thats a word according to the ONLY interference i allow  - all apps turned off al auto-anything told to fuck off and die,  but i allow the redline spell checker to remain but its SO intermittent its daft some days is there some not even if a google 'product') "twenty twenty it was utterly hilarious, loving the great slow down... and seeing NO 'spiritual' sermonetter  had ANYthing to say they were all hiding behind their sofas i guess still even that twenty twenty time-off, winter... no great 'spiritual' grift until the spiritual grifters of the HAy region (firstly, Presteigne following six months later) had had time for the pandemic of self pity ("pity us in our newbought house in the Clyro wilds all  necessarily locked down so no bug for miles can get in and even give the nippers a sniffle...[ when twas known no nippers get that sniffle]...." as we are rich enough to not have any neighbours  etc)  until  about six months on they are so bored of their own company (and their 'tribe' they still sneaked in for purposes of illegal crowdfunding grifts eg poor Dot - chief tribal elder even if they all deny their age.... and her 'charity' song that needed  5 grand raised.... funny that no charity number or purpose mentioned in her crowdfunder write up... just a title "Charity Song Breathe for all the sufferers...  needs 5 grand to be rerecorded professionally etc" 


Anyway they   the others... ehh  maybe even Richard Bach, not the shabbiest sybarites ever who came to the Wye region,  may have had something interesting to say.... just along the great Fromm title To Have or to be....

Nope..i searched and cross reffered and meandered around their swamps of being so self  pitiful most didnt even bother with the crowdfund grift...

Until Deepak popped his head up

with actual space cadet next to him his grifter smiley babe in space costume at his 'consul' where he was in his space office fielding quiestions online 

I just pissed in my pants with the hilarity of it..... seems he got a bit of a bad rep later on for being a tad Love island or whatever that irrelevance is called

Anyway as the 'FOLLOWERS' basically started to copy him by summer 21 no cleaning lady jobs left  so lets at last get that 'spiritual' career going...

... as always stated these so dodgy blokes STARTED it all..... even if the Foxy sisters really did way back then...

Anyway 'letting go' is quite likely appearing so absurdistly Miss oh Jenny go and do the housework, I'm too busy trying to out-smart Deepak...

BY actually 'loving the sisterhood being so in despair at seeing how it became 99% smiley online babes selling the worst 'spirituality' ever trying to outdo  dodgy Deepak....

And they continue....

And it gets even worse....


And then rarely able to recall my own superb copyrighted lines such as as we knew Holford  started  or at least industrialised, the supplements con decades back... using the posh ex private schoolgirls bored and meaningless lives around his Institute of Optimum Nutrition i had such a  fun evening parked up with one of his 'students' last time i ventured South east for any fun...

At least she was honest about her meaningless and her husbands and her dodgy daddy's... poor thing

And put her 'frustration' into something best fun ever

 

Anyway i probably seem like the Olympic Gold medalist of Miss oh Jenny....

And 'letting go' is i couldnt care less as i havent started the real  shit yet even if three years ago..lonely for her (seeming sanity... i had to meander elsewhere...


I had NO idea...  and began to research.. just a little Georgie boy... conversation... taking interest in the 'political' on the streets of Penzance or Foulmouth....

All of them so so  fake ' Ciizen Smith' - at least wolfie (i seem to recall) could laugh at himself a bit...

But every single one spoken with...EVERY single one of the pretend plebclass as all they go to sleep dreaming of is mum dying they havent bothered seeing for years back in  Manchester or wherever and inheriting the bit of cash she hasnt yet drunk away..

All of whom adopted the fake uniform of these fakes

yea thats about right two and a half billion fake fans...


ALL of who moved to the swest like locusts to buy up the last of any 'vintage' clobber.... and resell it later on to....

drum ROLL...

sell on to pay for their.... "CBD"

poor me poor lil thick 'yokel i am had NO idea that the WHOLE of the Swest sees this as THE cure remedy answer to ALL their ills....

ALL... every other sentence  is about their 'oils'... and magical properties blahh blahh yabber yabber...


And who  - almost to a man, has the CBD shops and preaches it as top enlightened VENDOR, oops they dont sell it they 'share' it from their shops....preacher....

almost only 

THE MEN

 as i ascertained three years ago and haven't even got around to putting up the interviews photos utterly harpooning the,m....so as to make MYself seem nice and very very mannist  being as they are the vilest snake oil sellers ever as my my their whole con is a cult! religion followed buy all the 'vintage' lot and almost everyone else ...bet they even hooked the local coppers onnit..

As i should...as its the 'higher authority' truth and i aint frightened of their mafia ....

as all i ever wanted to do was find a way of getting her to safer mafia lands...

such as even serbia


But letting go, is needing NOTHING...not even needing my thousands of readers to know that all i care about is equality for my lass's gen...

and i know i live it. Only... and want that lot of MALE manipulators (even if i bet the female CBD sellers are plotting their overthrow)   put in a cage with the seals, and not the nice natural kind who are dying of CBD oil in the piss that pollute the seas.. 

The Navy ones...and make sure they're having a bad day and deprived of their steroids or amphetamines i bet theyre pumped full of so as to stay up all night, pumping bullets into Afghan babes and their babes..

oops maybe errata thats the Brits innit...

Bet theyve  got a contract for the CBDs

 to 'therapise' em once theyve also pumped themselves full of PTSD

and realise that ....ehh Melanie

 Aint got the dure either....

for wjhat even Deer Hunter taught us

HUMAN AUTONOMY

 " mum...cunt.... why did you  scare off dad with false allegations just to keep the benefit dosh....?!?... maybe HE would have manned up and told me.. i mean it was on the telly enough even late seventies... if i go to war, unnecessarily....ehh i will end up playing russian roulette just to dull the pain of what i may see...!..or why didnt YOU tell me...... surely thats what you were meant to be .... MY PROTECTOR and elder... and guide.....fuckin facilitator rather than facile tittilator lost in  the latest advertorial leaflet for  soundbowl therapy.... for your sick stupid empty space  - 'universe',  between your deaf ears, where humans once had brains "

  

which of course, the most superb mind i have met for decades...Mister Mongrel  'Maverick' Ali.... couldnt remember his job, too..... guide his own

Just playin' on that prom

Mister Bonjangles...for you

Never, metoo

Even if he tried