Right now... as stated to someone [innix] three years ago "purpose" except the 'journey' expanded and pinpointed it

 This is NOT what you assume...

just as making assumptions about animals is usually wrong.

The purpose really is to loop back into this earlier first DRAFT at riffing 20 years of something  https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/01/revenge-not-word-i-use.html

which won't be completed until tomorrow guaranteed as a lovely warm wet day long planned to be used being indoors..

(memo item seeing them indoors today on the only totally decent day for several weeks  - warming up and dry, knowing its raining for a week from tomorrow.... NOW i get it! .. all sat cross legged in their rich womens shmaniac wellness and generally lying about caring about 'nature' workshop up in the elite village hall in the hills indoors on the ONLY best walking day...... all so utterly butter wouldn't melt in their mouths worthy... sums it all up.

But that's a technical matter of merely 'persisting'; rambling on, outdoors, lots, huffing and puffing, is actually scientifically proven to be very good for your 'wellness' ... but then all that 'networking' over caca is of course necessary to be able to pay for the quite a few expensive motors outside... and trums actually doing wellness things or even better chopping the elderly neighbour's logs when theyre getting on a bit so they maynt be able to do it themselves...  which is scientifically from about 80 as a mean ....

Anyway to the point. Though it needs adding ion elegantly to the previous chunk, and illustrating a LOT...

All one ever hears in all of Dooneshire  - it was bad enough in Pastyland, but here it's compulsory to have something 'wrong' with you and usually fairly exotic at that...and of course 'mental health' trumps everything as it's their own unique self-actualised plenished adventure and experience that absolutely everyone else is so in tune with, informed via the latest workshops on it,  and cares about (until they die of it and then their corpse 10 weeks later nobody bothered to see if a tree fell on their head metaphorically speaking and the smell proves the point..... nobody actually EVER cared one iota or HiggsBoson about your compulsory 'mental health' you never discover until yes you died of it and it's too late ...)

so yes... in short even if it's SO much more three-book interesting, and i don;t care one iota about this whole region, it is merely the key to understanding thirty dull years based in my last one... as there it became gradually 20% ish precious and most irrational people gradually colonising (most from the South originally even if they usually try to lie and lay false trails, especially when much of their Southtime was resident in The Priory.. or working for JPMorgan or Monsanto - the same thing ) irrational as their lives didn't/couldn't work, and they could never admit it,  which is actual wellnesswank etc.. and all they ever wanted to say was 'community' but didn't quite have the affront to be so fraudulently brazen when they dont know how one works in REAL life... and that its impossible to get one working pretty much anywhere in YUK especially where they say 'community' a lot.

So, then, i was confused as the minority types are never clear about who they are .... they meekly only allow out an itzty bitzy bit of themselves... i had assumed they were indeed unique, trying to sort of bodily resonate with being in the middle of nowhere surrounded by REAL bigot dinosaurs getting fat watching SKY TV all day only as they don't know how to make Fox work their so beery fat 'n lazy....which is what most of the REAL countryside actually is....

BUt thats just the way its always been... what i care about as i have empathy even if a tad self-interested, is the industrial compulsory moaning that became default over 10 years ago about things wrong with them and also the fact...real fact, that none of the many alcoholics could even begin to regulate never mind accept the only way is to stop for a long time...

many would be sleeping badly.... (especially all the women who came in to sell their zen Goddessery online )

In short the self interest, nobody left ever to talk to about any grown up ordinary serious matters...  nobody... ever... 

Or then we have the 'injuries' done to them...some unfairness or injustice even if most too YAnkmoronic in the way they can no longer speak to even manage that word... . and NOBODY ever couold ever understand that feeling another did you bad and not turning it around eventually to a comedy or ballet if you are very precious is the way not to be eaten up alive by your seething ....well its not 'hatred' it's something else: just the cultural con: strutting. Unconstructively. 

I mean at least the slightly more hardy peeps of The MArches  - Clunnish down to Breconish wouldn't go as far as every other word 'vulnerable' - thats a self embarrassment too far ..

Anyway in short for now i didnt understand this minority there seemed no easily perceptable pattern and thus i was uneasy inside - not knowing or understanding is the only thing that needs 'therapy': ferkin well try and find out....why!

 Unplanned Mission Accomplished! Being in the SW it's 100% ..(errata 99.9% i know the miracle minority bird..maybe even two) ... all the patterns now fully stacked up in nice little rows as if i have 'OCD' too ..

for now its all about i project

Not speak share or communicate or even her 'connect' they're of course all addicted to saying every third word,  nope just i project..it's worse than ferkin Hollywood...I'm almost tempted to set up a storyboarding website under that url...

but i have had my grand finale in the wings some years and it's time, soon

NO feeling no warmth just projection... and the aforementioned wanness  - as i know many inside are feeling truly shit its like ghosttownsville...

I wish i really knew their pains  i know so many behind their closed doors are genuinely  hurting from, except i don't really need to....

cos there's no worse than mine over years (especially if one incorporates TOTAL loss of ONLY 'identity' which shouldnt even be parenthesised as it is just ones BEing...  not fake sexual or rather pervy identity for attention, in a land where yes the official paid-for Dominatrices even started to fuck everyone around in the countryside [stories from 2020] pretending to be all airy fairy... when all they have done for years is destroy warmth and decent real good mutual sex which takes real hard work often not their fraudulent whiplashing...and continue ... real identity based on ALL you DO and are for years.... )..and guess what 99% of the time over last decade mojo 97-103%

And never ever ever for one second moan about it....EVER

never ...ever in fact until the great sublime year of sublime2020.com liberation i never really spoke of it

and realised eventually that was good for at least 2% of mojo if one always does... but speaks of it philosophically...

indeed even uses it as fable, for the common fucking good...

nobody would even understand in (from now on just the 'South') 

 now..i know i am only a 100% standard person as 99% of the rest are also, and all your expensive dire so called mind and wellness therapists have utterly conned you you are 'individual',  as any GOOD parent knows ref their kid before all this self self wank came along...almost all kids react the same way eventually to simple persistence with straightforward kindly wise but GROWN UP strategies.... Problem, they may take mountains of time and practice to perfect ... the theatre of it...but it works...and the key don't moan, or phone up Womans Hour to moan live on air,  even when you need to, as thats YOU.... not them ...but they can read vibrations...

.  so ones personal journey shhouldnt even be monetised never mind spoken of in a way that 99% couldn't adopt, too... 

but ... when you know full well standard ways out of a rumpus and know full well the soul of The Southerner is so inured to every other next door neighbour being on BSDM or prozac - same thing really... they have really nasty side effects, well  one will have to i guess go FULL emotional blackmail to make the point

soon

but the point is - not finished earlier post piece....  Einstein got is so right as usual with his "the definition of madness..." i have never met so many ill and mentally ill people, all of whom i am sure go to doctors mediation wellness psychotherpist conjobs...all of that...

And even i daren't talk to one of them any more they're so so utterly wounded anything can happen...

so .... trumping time, soon 

except it must be entertaining too....

as my one REAL great mature wise and bigbucks  artiste new friend says, also " earnestness doesnt work..."

to finish later

as i say so many times the last few years on my walks.... " theres one thing far far harder than Crufts to win.." to all the precious ridiculous Southern dogabusers whom overcontrol and overhumanise their dogs  - as many dog trainers say to me too .....

and all those who missuuse the word 'judge'...

there is no harder test of animal husbanding than every single one of these many a time gathered fat Northeners...our friends

this man the famous Richard the ultimate tough Northerner there is no tougher and more prejudiced and biggotted and anti Southern Lasses and campervan driving dad...

held out three years, looking for every conceivable way to judge her inadequate and us bad animal husbanders.... before ...at last giving her both the champion cups 09 

"revenge" .. not a word i use

POST UNDER CONSTRUCTION gobbledygook until 1300

not ready until 1800

pics of Sally

free substack audio

How not to be fat (when the jabs don't work), nor booze, and stay wellnessly REALLY 'well', always; and keep your brain ACTUALLY brain rot or fog-free. And all for free, that's the point.

Londoners won't like this as they can't make any money from it, and it puts them out of business - the point being it must be for good. NO return custom.

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/how-not-to-be-fat-when-the-jabs-dont?utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web

HIM david... pic of botty and eisenstein 

the radio doctors

Now, that is what you call a purest Compañera

 and i really do understand it all, now...

Compañera is a Spanish feminine noun meaning female companion, partner, comrade, colleague, or friend, translating to words like "mate," "girlfriend," or "fellow" in English, often implying a close relationship or shared endeavor, especially in Latin America where it can denote a female worker or comrade. It's the feminine form of compañero, with shortened forms like compa or compi used affectionately

(which as i said to god who? ehhhh...  no in Southy America Bolivia if one wandered the streets in their revolutionary "no es no" time of December 2017 ... on every street corner was a PROPPER pukka Joan Baez lookalike and DOalike, god i nearly died of pleasure and i tested them ! ' ehhh  if i sign your petition against the lawbreakers WITH big muvvafucker machine guns pointing at us  i want to be in the same cellblock as you so prove to me you have signed  it too, with your phone number and lets ring it now to test you arent a liar from Hellstoned  who performs being Che Guevara just for instagram or his own t-shirt..." every single rather than the default Southerner 'but' would go further and bear their brests where 'no es no' was scrawled with a razorblade rather than the sickness of The Southerner  - and Marches er who of course use razors for other things into their Tube for attention...

ehh right yes so the UK-YAnkification of all the words mean the above definition has been watered down infact as her and i were discussing yesters force fed  thalidomide, born with limbs growing out of its nose, and others grafted on to be SUPOSEDLY useful in other places like coming out of their arseholes  to make the writer of the definitions look all nice and inclusive when companera means meant ONLY one thing..." bear your brest Joan and i too will use a screwdriver ...[better not write the  r*zor word too much or it assumes you want to go terminal dead parrot]....to have full solidarity with you by scrawling on MY chest "please dont say to me no es no.. and then we chest hug so our blood merges all brotherlysisterly...against Big Sister..or Brother" its not "FRIEND" its ally who will go all the way to protect youTOO ..   )

and if i use the word compa well it means i don't have to click four times each time one wishes a little squiggle as this Oggle pane is so prejudiced it won't let you  type in Spick (the very best European luvvas!..well maybe first equal with Gren [ouille] )  so you have to go to some webpage and  select copy  paste in the line above just to get one little squiggle...

Anyway.... the questing chrionicle journeyfication (what did she say thistermorn 'relationality' for dig some muck into your veg patch and stuff grows fuck me ...ooops resolution even if Minni Mayors say it to camera, no more 'fuck' ...whip me with a finely harvested bag of willow  - all of it!  ... the world wide projectioanlity - ooh thats a good new real word,  of them townies i didnt undertsnd just how them it is...

until hearing even her the elder project the worst things to project....

And also hearing her..i needed to be subject to that needlpointy torture...

As now it merely becomes about REAL art...

And she was subversive  - the real version, testing me, before i even started my ten year standard testing process on her...

what a fabulous find!

BUt its the usual thing with Southerners: they won't "swear on your daughter's life" which is a splendid way of actually having a conversation as ALL conversation ever had down South is not a conversation as the point of one of them is to actually mean maybe one word, except their eponymous 'but' prior to speaking from the performative infant playbook... (i love it actually now I'm used to it - one really can 99% of chats predict the future and every one of them thinks they are self realised 'unique' its laughable  how 99% utterly the same and conformist 99% are )    

and that essential forst step of any useful compy thing is "what do you WANT..."

" what do you need and what do you want? two quite different and sometimes exclusive things... lets start with the REAL version of the 'want', one...." 

then requires ten hours of  subtly so as not to get kicked out " no not the performative projection version you have ALL [except 0.1% been trained to always say to only make you LOOK good and get clicks and fake 'friends' and i mean in the street 'community' now ] been brainwashed makes people 'like' you as you are so pathetically needy to be liked even if you will accuse folk of needing genuine alliance to be 'needy' by default as that means youTOO may have to DO what you say.... or have said to make YOU look nice when 99% are selfish sharp elbowed high tories behind their tie dye and hippy cloth bags or whicker baskets....

" how can i make it clear, what you WANT ... late at night insomniac addicted to biscuits and wine 

just to pass the time...

what REALLY is what you want....?

i can give examples, such as the ONLY thing i have actually wished wanted desired above all for 20 years no matter what bullshit i have to tolerate getting there is just ONE good role-model /example my lass could encounter even if that has to be in memoirs decades on....  that is indeed

what i want AND need

.... i also KNOW that when i occasionally plot for ease of existence it never works for the best as thats maybe what the faeries whip us with to keep us on our toes...

comfort is a disaster ...as is thinking things can be fixed

it seems to work against the visceral raw    persistent-energy of real life

i swear on my daughters life that is a true statement or two"

they usually look at you as if that means you actually wish to kill a child and the 'equation' is the more tie dye or time they have spent in Glastonbury the more certain their look is, that they are right...about you

Anyway as we enter the week when more of you reading this will be so blue you may become Dead Parrots by your own plastic bag collection

do read on this weekend is the only way you can survive ...

Me ive never been so consistently always cheery no matter what

and bingo later on  its warm

    

'illness', fatness, and modern day stoneage sensibilities

and the  booze thing ...

and the 'new word' 

Now it may sound a trifle grandiose but in fact is the exact opposite though i cannot use the word 'organic' has that too was coopted by the DOnothing brigade who i realise are all the Southerners, who merely project concern for environment or other political matters pretending they arent 'political' and also that only grassroots can save the world...

which anyone who  fourty or more years ago paid attention to modern ' green' as we called modern-progressive politics then, knows is a load of rubbish as the lazy chancers take over at the 'community' space meetings and say things like " hold the [pass around] talking stick whilst i hold the space"  and what with all that holding nothing ever gets DONE...

which is splendid for them as they dont really have time to do much like go to endless dull planning meetings and recombine 100 or more 'green' groups into the one we needed which may DO something... here

(one of my best chroniclings is Angela P blesser at Hay Festival three years ago .... flouncing at the Greenpeace stall, so flouncy its daft....  going on about issues elsewhere and ok fair dinkum didnt even hiss a bit when it was explained to her that the river 1 km away was dead...because of all the Greenpeace peeps who would camp locally in inadequately provisioned large campsites which if there were monsoons would pump chemicals into this rivertoo.... but whats really a super positive is she led me to her mate The Mong the only 'mate' i have who i do deeply care about i guess ... 28 weeks preggers maybe this one will stick..as The Mong and i have no barriers no limits we are on the same page 100% 

even better she offered to be bridge to Agent Z via their mutual appreciation of good real journalism, Mister Pilger...

nobody else ever has....

And then she ended up poepople pleasing - i.e. bullshitting she was to have a cuppa in London with her...a year ago

But it couldnt happen as The Mong was  still age 42 and still after three years training by yours truly to not people please - using her friend Angela P as fabulous archetype of the prob... Her Mongship agreed, ...was still  a mad butterfly  flutterbying through acid raindrops....

But when she was told two months ago how " i dont think you are READY to be a parent yet if that important life lesson didnt stick, that you never person to person, you to her,  promise a child or even 26 year old something you had no intention of making sure WOULD happen...." in two ten minute recordings....

I know she listened to as some content was  repeated back...

One woman, ONLY (over quite a few 100s of hours communicating between the two of us over three years) , caught with her knickers so far down it would indeed be a valid excuse for not being able to wander up her Heidi-hills and put the flab back on...) didn't auto-block and ...well, we continued to be friends....

 that's called being a friend " you need to know love ... what you did or didnt do is so deeply lifetime consequential for one lass ....  you were her last hope even if we dont use melodramatic talk but still you knew that....and you failed... due only your own narcissistic people pleasing Alice through the Looking Glass disease you still have in there even with superb arthouse film knowledge and having WATCHED [rather than read - as only the reading is real and sinks in for real] all the Pilgers...."

Anyway back to the beginning... which was never about 'woke' or anything such as any sexual weirdness i couldnt give a toss..

In fact precisely, i always forget my tranny story....

which needs THE great rhythm even if Lou a faketoo playing on junky looks and so called grace when in fact he was just a failed jock who read a bit of Rimbaudtoo and copyist....

one lonely eve...

over thirty years ago

in some very very middle of nowhere mid Spain on the job..

Saint Exuperry with the night mail, or maybe more likely some showoff wankerbanker exploring new unexplored golf courses, they can only get to by airborne camper van... obviously untrue as ALL private aviation or at least 99%  - i.e. not the heart transplant work i did or even humanitarian relief, is just showing off...

anyway nomadic troubadors of the airlanes know one thing very well: loneliness. Kindof so bad it hurts. In fact come to think of it Gabriel Garcia the way he so so humanised in fact made heroic his hookers,  maybe hetoo knew that life of the itinerant...  i mean i guess a gentleman needs at least two dates to get their knickers off... an itinerant worker not even necessarily returnin' to the same country for a year well is perraps justified...  (real seasoned travellers would say that the Cubans are the best....  beserk in the sac, no fake tango needed, and meant it too, never mind being twofer... the price of one elsewhere..as long as your 'currency' is hard.) 

Anyway yes so some truly desolate small town up in the Spanish hills one dark evening, read a few Turgenevs ..splendid all is well but   rather bored and that never admitted lonely.... sidle down to  the only bar open in the one horse town a handful there at most settle in to some nook back with Turgenev and half of beer.... and you get a 'look'...

Now not being prejudiced nor ignorant (the last audio Lewontin there is no race we knew thirty years ago) any woman will do...

 and pigin is spoken everywhere so language 'barriers' are less of a trotting pole than one may assume...

 

fast forward an hour or so later, this super smiley quite gorgeous Spanish woman...my type long very dark hair...skinnyish....  never mind super sublime atmospheric conditions back at hers, on her bed all smelling of pauper and nothing much...nowhere...

thoughbubble: " well i hardly dared to think of them before sat back in the bar .... they were so obviously...ehh...mountainous and nice skinny perfect standy uppy... Zermat types, too.....but now theyre  in the palm of mine hand ..... fuck!... ehh .. tghis is above heaven..."

 

 (the mountains in hands song)

fast forward a few minutes ...  as one is easing ones pants down preparing for the attack on the summit which clearly would be plain sailing.,,.,

I shall never forget her gesture, burned into my minds eye 

as " no fuckee...." questioned nicely and progressively ... becomes  and she moved her hand towards her naval whist smiling..." no hole.."

no hard feelings....

well indeed it probably did stay a tad hard as despite being rather a disappointment never mind affront to a red blooded man's dignity  manly masculinity and every other inity... still they were the best boobs ever encountered...

those whoremoans even then sure ...worked...

Anyway my innocent Miss TAke is so irrelevent as i say i actually forget it if that non-subject is automatically raised by EVERYone ever for a few years...

indeed i kindof smile....  just the sight of a penis traumatises me.... well at least he had the decency to have chopped his off first... before trickin me ...

BUt the amazing thing about the experience was that there was not one second of " i know you will want it...really...really you are metoo.." which is what one feels walking through every very homo town in the SWest...

i mean one even gave me a look yesteraft in the pissin down rain us both well into middle age...

Anyway.... forget all that utter irrelevance and s/he clearly enjoyed the innocent warmth that eve...

but whats happened the last fourty years is 

ONE! : there was a very well defined group of us all over the world or maybe half of it.  WE...  well the first qualification was you had to have an inner setting " no way am i paying for even a cheap waste-of-cash hotel...a  YOUTH HOSTEL will do just fine... especially as we know they are w world-standardised very cheap price always...[ unlike the last 20 years thats no longer any certainty].. we save our money for local strong black coffees.. [wanky lattes and rhubarb flavoured ones not yet being invented to waste more time and cash on]...together...in town in the morning or some simple peanuts and raisions as treat  if we are backpacking some trail .. "....

and there one 

but here is THE KEY LINE in all must be a million by now...

we were not 'ELITE' -= we were the ones who didnt waste our money on expensive football match tickets [ i never have] or fifty pints of beer every weekend.... we were the humble threadbears..

sewing up split backpacks and nobody would dream of going 'moauntain' climbing thats for mad showoffs...

nope we landloped the world merely to have solidarity and thoughtfulness and understand....

BUT heres the REAL biggie...

nope.. there were NO underclass intersected real ethnic paupers ever.... in cheap hostel or even shared dormitory....anywhere

And there was little talk of " lets go and experience some multiethnic culture out there.."

Every single one of us weird shadow inhabiting tribe of 'travellers' knew most museums were iutterly overrated hardly worth the bother... the main business of the day was finding quiet cheap cafes without awful crap soap operas on full volume in the corner...  and that there was a totally respectful 'truce' between the slave labour in such cafes who neither needed to be known, undertsood or certainly pitied for being on relatively slave wages, as they always had  innate dignity and quietitude...

nothing was for sale, nothing hyped, no neediness nor even comparison. Perfect humane truce.

(and within yet-to-develop Former Sov places Yugoslavia the best of all truce society - by which i mean nothing to 'prove',  to any lost loon who found his way there on a tight budget and backpack ... a society at peace....centred.... )

In fact there hadn't yet begun any 'war'. Even in warzones. 

Now...obviously it is a 'privilege' to have been able to afford even the cheapest Youth Hostel when the kitchen staff may have struggled to pay for their shared minibus a few klicks to work.... 

But it certainly was in no way any 'elite' thing nor in any way patronising.

And never ever about 'culture'. Only simple real geopolitics, greed, and wonky democracy in many places,  as every single traveller knew...

And we avoided the Yanks... they knew nothing. And especially avoided the Brits as they projected about everything, irrelevant except to their manic desire to have 'fun' they rarely did, without a bottle of something or ten...

But what is the 'point'? ... I spent plenty of time in REALLY dodgy fringe places with pretty nasty stuff not far away that would affect the small people...  

One 'cared'. These ragtag tribes of travers one and all were 100% decent and thoughtful and it's all we ever spoke of. In fact i was probably the most slightly confused and stuck not knowing HOW to be decent always..unlike all the rest. But also one knew that only they could affect the politics of even their own sq km of slumtown  Nairobi or even fascist Tunisia (until the 2011fireman) which had sold its soul to the fat hoards who knew nothing of its politics the real version  

In short nobody ever patronised anyone ever anywhere... everyone knew throughout the 'Far East' that the politics was so lethal and the powerful, so vicious - ask Ms Suu Kyi... 

or Jimmi Lai ...  

never mind those institutionally starved close to death in Thai prisons or even India....

indeed its almost as if there are two kinds of humanity

aren't we lucky

But i know one thing for a fact: if then - the best people i have ever known by far...gentle quiet, but brave enough to wander without waterbottlers all over Australia NZ and that Far East... had anyone sat over morning coffees and spoken of "multiculturalism" ...  almost everyone would have said "WHAT 'culture' to multiism..?"

 ... religion every single person even the Yanks abroad on their 'Peace Corps' con  knew religion was either dead,or just politics - how you get money a job and wife is even S African... most of myth just made up voodoo for the tourist to come...

all major 'tourist' destinations from the TAj to some largest Thai temple even Nasca lines... swarming with fat bourgeois who didnt have minds any more...

and that there is only ONE 'culture' everywhere even then that mattered....

the fighting but elegant fighting spirit... against THEIR OWN local greedy tyrants, same colour, same religion..... 

merely against power greed and already 40 years ago certainly 30 consumerism everywhere and the worst kinds of cheap plastic crap... everywhere

to be cont

FAT and ILLNESS how to cure them both

especially now the data is your fat jabs were rather overblown 

at the same time

and live longer

not cvos you are thinner but...

 

 

  

so, moan moan moannnnnn...

 Nobody says " and a quiet night at Gwerk / Hellstone lastereve due to the suspension of the frequent nighttime war gaming in great big fat choppers just to remind the plebs below that FAkebook 'activism' is not activism, merely a game of solitaire to atract attention .... indeed is nothing....compared to the truly brave ones over in Iran who put their money where their mouth is, before their mouth gets gouged out down in some smelly dungeon,  for the pleasure of some dinosaur Ayatollah ...  who doesn't want anyone to talk about the fact that all his brethren are so fancy-sofa addicted they will come up with any old fatwa or longterm moaning about supposed oppression when in fact Ramallah has far far more cash chucked at it than even supposedly wealthy Horrorford as can be seen in the problematical film The Mayor... " in fact nobody will say that last bit as they have brainwashed their seeing faculties quite out of their mind, and nobody noticed... 

And my beloved half-blood, ONLY exists due to a Palestinian woman.... infact she was a half blood too.... 

And no silly Green who can't accept a fairly conclusive Supreme Court ruling as their toys are rainbow coloured and nobody taught them it's not good to waste plastic or even risk hurting it's touchy feelingsness,  by getting all prammy ...[ chuckin' em out of it - usually a 750 quid model which of course they dont mention as requiring a LOT of time on the hamster wheel selling rubbish to pothers so as to afford it]. 

Anyway the above is hard, as I am 100% or at least 93% communitarian as I knew by lived experience that not being so - i.e. being Ayn Randist even if nobody who is - the majority, have even watched her interesting interview where her obviously weird childhood drips  drip drip ... into the lap of her quite tolerant interviewer

or read ALL her books... as i have, indeed Atlas twice .. a magnificently forward thinking and deeply moving story..board

Basically as she was too up herself to read Bovary and realise those pesky Europeans often are quite wise about human nature...

(GOD AT LAST!!! lastereve for the first time ever i heard a pundit say " maybe now theyll realise with Putin barking at one fence - even if rather a long way away, and likely he couldnt afford the fuel bill to get his cannon fodder  to the Western one,  a mad yank barking at the yonder Western fence ... ' the EU  is the greatest ever successful peace-ensuring,  treaty ever.'.. or at least ish...." 

 

Anyway moan moan " a five feet tree is blocking the road..." and even worse moan moan every #vanlife crybaby in the land seems to have decided to make videos of them with a bit of ice inside their windscreen ... even those - i.e. ALL of them,., who can afford to run their engine for half an hour  every hour and melt said inside ICE ...rather quickly ... because they are sponsored by some utterly unnecesary product placer or their moronic viewers pay into their 'coffee' fund...

which is exactly why they have NOTHING philosophical or deep and wise ever to say....

infact my best winter for the last 5 years have been the two when it was so cold for weeks - day in and out minus 10 ... with No products no heating the same simple coats as usual... and one can wear two as 'layers'  in bed if necessary...

and then when you have five degrees thistermorn and looks like ten again by nexterweek frig you feel like you are having a free bholiday in the tropics...

in pother words these retarded cry babies cant even think philosophically and just copy chummy sounding lines from each other 

problem is this is how your young adults are being educated... by nothing, but candy floss...

what's interesting is even my enjoyed battle-axe encounters who entirely agree with me never really follow through on ideas  of joining up to attempt some useful...content

so that must mean they hate their kids, too....

but then one knew that  three decades ago is a European rover.... its so evident how distant thne YUKish are from their kids....

why so many are going to chop bits off themselves or maybe even you comer Donroe's maybe rev... via his proxies

Especially if hetoo works out that Labour are fairly fucked unless they can get the balls to attempt a BRRRETURN   

  

"overwhelmed"

1100

 me i'm 'umble...

Poor Claudia can't ever understand what it really means...

(i shall come back to, another day, soon..)

an exactly 5 minutes never aforethoughtabout shit poem...

meanwhile, as always, the anticipation is ten times worse than the jolly good  saving-a-fiver free wintertime shower...as long as it's getting towards sevenish degrees not to be all American about numbers; anything over about five really is ok... and anyway just think of all them 'wild swimmers' who especially like to strut around flouncing their wild swimmery equipment midwinter even if it may well be a 'rush' to have saved a fiver and as usual reminded onesself of the ole Black Swan disease that what one knows one will feel after being innit is never what one does feel....

nevertheless   there is nothing more symbolic than grown (almost exclusively) women prancin around at dawn or whenever  telling each other they are superwoman as they alone know the key to eternal life and 'energy' by going in a dip in cold water all winter noless when theyve stolen loadsa public money one way or other ( the third sector audio 5 or 6 weeks ago)  or perraps offload unused carcenogenic* Roundup -  pro no-less, which gives the cute little carcos even more of a bang for their  ripped off buck.... into the (also plastic filled) river of The Cot.... so as to  be able to get some benefit from being trustee of them Nutzis that will never show up on anyone's tax return....

.. rather than actually DO something with all their newfound cold dunk superhero energy, such as actually try and keep their waters clean for the  cute little Axos....

i love that picture shame the one for who's benefit it was written is even more stark

and raving bonkers

despite being the only other artist in the whole pestilent Footjob who attempts some actually provocative make-em-think art...

And the weird thing is fool me i had some innate trust of her to indeed follow through, so didnt bother taking a picture of her rather groovy female figures, displayed in St Ive-lots-of-dodgy-mates-with-violent-exLondon-pasts-so-pay-a-'tax'-to-us--if-you-want-to-even-be-a-cleaning-lady-here (sic.  i was reliably told) ....  with really rather fierce looking dogs heads protruding from the fanny region...

   well i think it was abstract art....or maybe a bit of still life portraiture modelled with photo-propriety and the  Spitting Imagery... on the models down Gweek way... 

Anyway theres me thinking it will be tough rinsing in the rain with buckets of clean riverwater aside such that i don't really add to the system .... and then i realised...

there was never any point; even here there is so much yuckstuff flowing down ....

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Don't listen Messrs (team) DonRoe..I, alone, know your endgame .. Unlike the pretty little shamaniacs i CAN see the likely future.... (Run! if British - made before UK assisted in the pirating!)

ERRATA don't ..run. (see below) many more episodes missed out from the last year putting up here soon but it will be sooner if you weren't so mean and paid for a 'coffee' or summit

Ralph Schism

Jan 08, 2026

yes for god’s sake stay put as UK becomes the 51st state not because of any wish for your future sanity but for mine…. 10 years chronicling the utter claptrap that comes out of every single British mouth if Europe is even vaguely referred to or just ,may be …

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No, i have to quickly skip a 'piece' ..post, or as i prefer in Montaignian terms, today's pamphlet

 which is true bliss. 

The real thing...

But i can't have this, just as purely an aside the dirt needs to be propper dished on Pastytshire  - a place of the worst ...well nearly, gibbers; where HE lorded around - larded really but he could as they say 'carry' the weight,  for years parasitising the shitpipes before coming up to my lasterregion in 2020 and parasitising just about everyone with his (ok soon, the sexiest man ever) Roy Ayres swagger... 

and such bad taste in musac with his so called happening dirty young nihilistic men ... from the 'street' when if one were to be landlopeing with him down a civilised country lane hand in hand all smiley and a twinset of  matching Che t-shirts,  in a civilised country of poetical solidarity, such as her muvva one,  he would be there making lewd comments about what he would do with her ok sunglasses...

Anyway ... the amount of speechifying in a place they couldnt run away - generally their now more famous Path due to a certain COUPLE who are ten times more comedic than any Orangeman as at least one knows where one is with obvious to-be-PITIED borderline...pers dis....

so often " ehh look i'm allowed to say this as we were aware when i was about 15 ofr bluehairs coming in.... and monetising fake pityfulness as in we're  so so poor in Wales we can only afford the economy lines - tattoos .... even if fourty odd years ago almost everyone knew how ugly they were and ionly fat morons had them... and by second sight we knew that there's bound to be some serious poisoning as side effect to being so thick ... as we now here is the case in the lymph nodes...so yes aAles was the true expert at playing vulnerable little beggar via the PR of the bluehaired invaders .... too fat to get a job as a cleanin' lady lots of em.... when all the English incame realised they could get clicks and other lanyard paraphernalia by lying that there's some aboriginal 'culture' other than loadsa beer wifebeatin and the worst tv in history... and pretending Arthur really was a 'thing' rather than a cartoon...for tourists.... and Pastyshire just copied them and not even as expert....  my REAl chronicles are interviewing born n breds 70 years ago who all say life was just fine  and nothing to pity....  so yes all this made up self pity to emotionally blackmail Whitehhall into paying for so many libraries they dont know how to use other than to moan about their vulnerabilities and having so so much less than everyone else top of their voices... in the land that officially has the highest oler capita car ownership in the land and fair dinkum [the usual immediate next lurch towards a sane person by the insane weanting immediately to side with their imaginary vulnerable friend, the whole county of drunks junkies and wage thieves, 'NO ... dont try that cheap trick in fact they have much much better busses by far than say rural Horrorfordshire of Powys... ']...."

but i run ahead.

Back 36 hrs of course all the Londoners and insomniacs and endlessly ill people- all i ever hear illness... and the wan ...  well they should sue as every time i turn on the wireless for 36 hrs we now have  anew range of neurotic towny ... well what are they other than DEMANDS!

" today we have an unprecedented multi extreme-weathartion discombobulation...  a rare 'moment' when multi not just one, multi risk-threats to life in extremis have juxtaposed into something never before.." 

which is the latest for a bit of snow maybe on higher ground and a bit of heavyish rain at times and a few gusty bits too....

as usual ALWAYS exaggerated by at least 50% indeed these last extremely benign 36 hrs  werent wet enough ( as i had planned a longer  time with splendid rainy 'cover')  and no snow as any 3 year old could have figured from the charts....

  

But now we have RED ALERT and at last they get a chance to blast the ears of PAstyshire with a mobile phone  emergency Trumpian thing ....

Likely to do far more harm than good as i have never known in my whole life even driving in Italy a county of such analy interested sad little children they have nothing else to do with their pastyfed nobrains other than to always drive RIGHT up your bum in a county with very few passing places

 And one glance away from the concentration needed to not actually do what their sad little anti-intellects want subconsciously to nose right up it... 

 when they glance at what the fucks that siren in my pants

may well result in many a pile up...

But all i care about is my chronicles and even if i have zero interest in ANY part of the SW ...as a whole county of fake pity munchers or self pitying frauds is a fun little extra to ten otherwise far more real grown up adversaries 

the last thing i want is for them to have some kind of genuine reason to have the whole of the nation pitying them for the badly built lazily reroofed fishermens huts becoming all roofless in a slight gale....

(ohh yes before they are all blown away the amount of tonnage of plastic those wee little heroic twee  fishermen  especially Priests Cove the ultra Home Counties getaway ...leave around coves for deacades as one can tell by the level of rotting....  all waiting lazily and no tourist ever dares say "havent you heard of the 1% of even an Abbo's brain, other side of ther world,  now microplastics...i wonder where they originate.? hint hint" nope all they do is take pictures of the lovely artiness in the acedia everywhere not noticing the acedia

well i did do as my bookshop was called Acedia near 30 years ago....

There's nothing new in this land

Anyway where was i.... ?

In my own sweet smelling world -  especially today, soon

inabit

(and she said " if it did blow away i wouldnt mind ..i would have centredness enough to accept it in my stride.." one of the many wise reasons for being lured here to the death ....of ALL but one good communicant.. good i near forgot!

yes now spoiler alert well not really.... 

as the final credits roll we are informed Mr and Mrs Ridd picked the wrong side longerterm.... being some king or other came along some decades on  and overthrew the king or other he had been coerced into pretending to favour.... 

... but what do we know.... them Doones....  well obviously they, then ...were the baddies...morality is a very very simple matter even if in Gweek its not cool to allow anyone to use the word without screamin' at him he's a pathetic simpleton Yeoman... well at least i'm a MAN....

(the Green Party one heard today in crucial Scottish gerrymandering  still dont believe even in the Supreme Court finding on that rather fundamental subject...  bingo full house i am always right... nearly)

morality: Lorna was pretending interest at first... and then grew up and was a tad circumspect -  like rather inquisitional, about his 'real' feelings, as was her right... and then fell in love... but the blokes back home  wanted to keep her back home only for their own devious doings...i call that immoral is there any other word?

Anyway now not very spoilery but The Doones obviously are the baddies so in the enn fine Ridd boots em off out of his patch...

pacifistically which means as few as possible were bumped off out of his patch

It only just occurred to me what really...happened...

now any sane person knew that the fraud of Transition Town was a fraud a decade ago (full essay soon) .. but far more important that 'woke' is THE reason you have a boisterous  Bannon Trump Nige all of em.... 

  Even Agent Z  ex of the most 'woke' universities in The Land said that rolling back against woke free speech supression etc is why she would vote Orange if in Orangeland and i was amazed... and had no opinion myself as i was on the side of even the obviously mad babe...

as it is time they had any old babe maybe that just may have allayed the 'woke' just a tad...?

But yes the performative projectile oversensitivity / fragility /vulnerability and caring about diversity   which none of them are in real life as a sane person knew a decade ago as they are lethal...

All Southerners are only of sharp elbows thats the nature of things in a cramped place where posh bling or posh detox packs are all they care about  deep down....so they get sharp wokey elbows ...

it was only ever a natural competitive battle for limited resources in a land which is bankrupt due each problem family costing millions.sometimes per years (for the reasons simonclayton2020.com was a leader in attempting to inform you but you werre always too thick and selfish to care so be it ergo.... the gravy train steals millions from you per child  and thats sometimes even weekly or at least monthly)

but woke - gave you all your 'populists', especially their electoral small change the last few years  ....so your time has come.... 

none of my business i knew exactly where the line was 30 years ago 40 really 

Anyway  so The Source is fascinating and truly helpful in understanding the 100% chimera that the more 'wholesome' seeming English middle class is..

But calling them Sourceresses or even Mister Sauce and his 75 grand master-of-the-universe  gunmetal SUV  bought wityh buddhist style mediation therapy down Totty  way and  making sure his victims darent speak out, too, about how truly dire his cult of bad personality guruing  is as it never even protected him from a bit of a wobble when a bit of a bug came along...as he is so clever and keeps them thinking he may just have another next level of guru wisdom to sell as long as mummy will cash in a few more L'Oreals...

Anyway it requires explaining....and i like a simplest life especially when there is simply no shared lexicon any more as it is until i re3mind them " Reggie knew it all even then ...76.."  they always agree and some even say " you speak so much more like a wiseish Jesus-like  figure who cares to 'connect' PROPPER with all of us....  than anyone else [even a high religious babe on xmas eve using her socket,  said just that as did her bodlang] .."

Anyway... knowing what i didn't know just how viscious and utyterly even more Gweek than Gweek (officialy " it is full of HATE" the only best mind i have met for years said..oops errata the Moldovan 6 mths ago  was her equal i cannot lie) .The Source region is too much of a mouthful even if it did give you ....the next ww3 alert ...

all as fake as almost all 'woke' merely self interest mixed with the worst Lord Of The Fliesiness ever... pretending they can read when all they can digest is funsize bits  of Eckheart and fatty Mcg... 

Anyway yes what The Source really is....is not LornaDooneshire as she was pure and perfect and i am not a cunic and i know she still exists out there somewhere...

I was wrong its merely\.... Dooneshire...!! rahh rahh  - history's most clear cut baddies!"

They came back and yes did overwhelm and pretty much every one here nowadays is exactly one of...them..

 as... (genuine sadness) .. their streams and rivers do ..prove

 

oohh... three hundred mean readers yesterday

 bless your cotton sox

i hope sprayed with Glyphosate to keep the quite natural bugs from between your toes (i really love mine  - sexually even....the scratchin is almost as good as very very good sex) 

now... as it begins.... a catch up of a wonderful decade all i care about is being Miss Identified

CERTAINLY not as any 'fan' or supporter of these two other than it is interesting to have used them as a sleeping pill or infact prescribing them to one who couldnt sleep as the dullest bloke on the interweb  even if occasionally he comes through with a quite excellent analysis of the state of you lot all being poisoned...

by Roundup

https://open.spotify.com/episode/70miWyBPKKnG7jKIqv1Wwu

myself while they were moaning about health as the total neurotics they are which is interesting as she (is usually FAR more vicious than him when it comes to matters of crime n punishment she usually states " no no nohhh.. hang em! when poor brett is suggesting something a tad more humane i kindof like him even if far too obsessed with 'self care' nonsense suplements etc... )   in the year of gloriosity 2020 i awoke one morning very early or was it 2021 Oggle no longer works now its told itself it has 'intelligence' it's impossible to put in context such as "which was the big PR day in 2020 or 21 when the bbc ran as healdline one morning " obviously in other more intelectual search terms it is flooded with non hits  

https://mytalcclaim.co.uk/news/2-12-billion-awarded-in-talc-lawsuit/

 the big showday the World Service dribbling out into my ear at 4ish one day " you were RIGHT dad,  to have said in 98, 99, 2000   that we dont need talc or wet wipes as they are guaranteed to have some negative effects down the road that will take years to show... and 4.7 billion bucks now says so matey.. even if the poor Former Sov type mother was brainwashed that such opinions were stone age so gets all uppity....blessem twill take them 50 years to catch up...not her fault  ." 

god i smiled.... so smugly

so bugger off and enjoy your cancers ...

Anyway identity to come even if in a wonderful long audio yesters and even with REAL woman approval up in the hills a 'Ranger' oldschool born 'n bred...i wish i had met her 4 mths ago...rather than her almost exact inverse...

fabulous thing " i believe you about that one by the small town  as i see all sorts of pollution spills all over matey as i Range...  "

The most important discussion point the ALLOWED words...as its obvious and i am nobody but as she agreed the bonding-humour here is less "dry".. 

As i said (see video in a bit) "when you have been up in the real overwhelming hills as against these underwhelming,  alone... digging sheep out of 6' snowdrifts alone and it takes an hour to walk up there in the first place you are bloody freezing to death alone..and its an hour without a quad or fancy showoff antique landrover ... just you and a shovel, no handwarmers no fancy walking kit nothing..ordinary old mac,,, ordinary wellies... thick socks if you are lucky....... and the snow and dying sheepses.... ..... .and its an hour back home if you do get them out... alone.. well that kiondof sorts you out and puts all this into perspective" 

Anyway back to the point.

Identity.

And their endless obsession (i shall swing back to later)  'health' and "healing"

and YOUR alcohol....

so even if she now wants to hide her identity  - weird that as she was doing SO well!

i have to admit that what a wonderful overall minor collaboration... i have no idea why these aren't on the main page anymore...

As sadly...except for my magnificent older "friend" her words to her friend about me... no woman ever seems to be able to communicate in simple A B C.... 

and i thought she had been trained fairly well...

And the very best kind of collaboration is when i wake up midsummer every day always happy and full power at dawn, even with someone elses psychodramas rather bothering ...them...

write something (universal) for... 'her' but merely as a universal manipulation of mad people everywhere " well if a woman wrote that maybe we should stake some note.."

except it was a pure collaboration of in fact me writing it all or these three pieces....  to 'BOLSTER' her.... 

https://asilpyg.substack.com/p/forever-chemicals-or-xenobiotics

https://asilpyg.substack.com/p/sunshine

https://asilpyg.substack.com/p/overmedicalisation

anyway twenty degrees warmer thistermorn than two ago....

i am so happy-zen its not really even a moment of celebration... one just plods on 

later

time for some evidential stories soon....  especially as how unworthy a whole range of 'worthies' have been...

if i forget the sunshine one made me smile even if i hate the smell or that others so obsess over an occasional whiff of it as i always try and smoke in the fresh air ... if you get tones of sunshine, it actually amortises away - wipes out!  the projected earlier death from my only guilty pleasure... 

that i managed to wangle for free thister winter

oohh theres so much cheeky stuff still to share in fact i havent even started 

(if you cant really give up the booze - which WILL kill you earlier and if it doesnt 100% WILL ruin your mentality and mindfunction  merely as it's in essence a refined sugar and they certainly do...  come back as already in the can is why you cannot... because nobody ever in this awful weird narcissistic culture  culture ever tells you STORY about how truly wonderful it is always to have a clear head...i can cure you iof you...for free)  

so, who was it who 'shared' the thing about " be a verb" or somesuch Londonnatering

 I remember...

Because i always have a supremely sharp memory. 

Always.... 

If there is any new-word or moanysyndomatic 'hack'  - yuckword, betterword: merely 'key' to always being centred in a way that's so so nice no matter what; I mean no matter what - not performing or 'projecting'  which is what i realise is the verbiage of all non-hinterlanders, and even the word 'hinterland' was warped into something tasting of almost malice or  ruined by the first truly sick-person tv Twin Peaks that infected even the safe 'West' ninteen ninety and anyone with a fine brain then knew it would not end well and hasnt as most of Yankland adopted its candyfloss Eastenders on nasty drugs ... projecting something that ...

(there you go as soon as Yankland enters ones consciousness all is ruined, even my train of real thought... basically pervy weird crap always were always willbe... )

hinterland is wonderful; or call it 'aside' or even semi wilderness.... about the only stat i quote in daily dialogues that doesnt get a funny look is " i ran away 33 years ago with NO money in the bank to cushion me descending into the yokellands which are about 100 years behind the 'sorted' lands even in London [of the 90s]  , no past special job or identity to either emotionally trade upon or fiscally cushion....nothing, i went nowhere with nothing about me...  and nowt in me wallet or bank [but an old campervan in a very very puce colour - i think the right word for a  colour that resembled vomit if well processed in the stomach overnight or even some well rotted septic tank material - the bland brownish sludge ... that STILL flows into their paradisical little stream yesteraft i note] ... to somewhere, nowhere, that has a population density of around 10 per sq km  for 50 or so km in any one direction,  whereas your SW pop density is over ten times that, everywhere..."

 self censoring so sadly what needs to be added as one cares especially for ANY parent with kids met in 1/4 decade meandering ... so one rarely says total truth: " but except in very busy little 'natural' theme parks which even those whom monetise them say is badly polluted... not much pollution or litter where i dropped out to, at all.... but that wasn't the draw, the draw was hardly any people....for  near three decades... but so productive decades truly pondering any maybe just about valid philosophy or anything to say about your society... not mine i went Hinterlandish ... deliberately and ONLY cared about being a parent to a more 'natural' style kid, there, nowhere,  as that is the one best prophylactic  to all the mental mess that i have seen and lived all over your so called civilisation .....even if i was the only one doing that with and for my kid....  funny that how even Gwerk pretends to have adopted all that which they cannot as it requires  the actual pop density of 10 per sq km....  so one isnt endlessly dazzled by a load of loons ...projecting.... ...."

so yes  in by far the most enjoyably mentally productive short few month  phase of life for years, or ever (Londoners whom are everywhere wont understand the being nowhere bit and how all they are is in fact projectors...  but what is so so interesting is that in hinterland places, which is nothing to do with the awful elitist film of that name  - the one the invading  3rd rung women (last audio on THE problem)  would rahh rahh about.....  its nothing spooky, metaphysical, or of course deep down they are all stuck in the sickness, as it was... their  Twin Peaksiness.... (i watched about 1 episode of at most and knew immediately that infectious nihilistic crap which is America  - what it had become, or maybe always was this immature child who ALWAYS seemed to eventually press a selfdestruct button - as i had experienced through the mid 80s into mid 90s,  will be more dangerous to the Britolish than Rambo and PW were for the Former Sovs...    )

Anyway...  projectors.... they project....and projectors, the mechanical ones are nothing but a very ordinary lightbulb at the bottom of a hollow tube... 

usually with someone else's imagery being all lit up to expand onto a wall or screen, in some 'communal' gatheration thats forgot the moment the light switch is turned off...  

   . that's the final conclusion i needed to understand

Anyway now its time to be REALLY helpful..... 

How to never need a drink ever again ... (new word referenced recently)  ...over many years... and even be able to have three a year and not feel the slightest wish to have another ...

guaranteed to work

And the very opposite of your BBC version which wants to eat the Black Swan on nice emotional 'self-care' grounds of being 'kind' to onesself...

 

only as public service, soon

But, now its full time....  especially as a graceful thank you - genuine, has to be crafted to the worst gibber (sick mad people pleasing con artist, Chrettoo..) of the lot..

i care about my reader and it will be published here, first...as all such absurd little  trotting-pole (about 10 cm high horsey 'jumps') hurdles, put in  the pathway  of my simplest 100% honest yeoman worker  doing great rural hinterland jobs that last 50 years, in my part time worklife for 20 years, working in pretty near wilderness places nobody else will....  i only ever see as hilarious material that prove a thesis long long ago observed..indeed 'lived'.

And i know one 'moral  matrix' matter only for sure:...if the honest day labourer of the Hinterplaces doing jobs, well, that few others will, gets fucked over  fiscally by his Twin Peaks infected 'employer'  ... then there is simply no morality, code of honour, or any kind of society left....

ten years ago known for sure merely treading water to find the most hilarious stories with which to actually, describe...