Who hates people...
Actually, after that Covid nonsense I upgraded my tin foil hat to a gold plated tin foil crown. It earned the promotion.
Warning: this contains sweary words, they're just words and if you treat them all equally, none will have any power over you.
Here's a theory of mine for ya: people who don't like sweary words are easier to control with the written word, phrases like "you must" hold great gravitas and seriousness to them, take TV Licensing for example, that bunch of goons tell everyone they must have a TV Licence" but actually, no, you don't and if you know how and why you don't, and hold your own personal freedoms as something to relish, you'd know you don't need to comply with their bullshit.
That gimp in the street who wants to fine you £175 for dropping two flakes from your sauage roll that accidently fed a pigeon, when he says "you must give me your name and address", those who are all too easily offended by words will submit and comply, those that have been graced by a spine will laugh, tell him to knob off then walk away.
I hated school, I kicked off on day one because I never wanted to be there, all the other kids complied, I raged, screamed, kicked walls, got into a fight with another inmate and was rewarded with cake in the head teacher's office. I've kicked off ever since, had a lot of cake along the way, far much more than those who simply complied and went along with whatever nonsense was being pushed on them.
My parents were good people, don't blame them for me, I've always chosen to be an asshole. I'm not blaming anyone else for me being me, it's not right for you to either. But if you're one of those problem people who has zero spine and no accountability, then you just go and blame others for everything that goes wrong in your life, and people wonder why I fucking hate people?
After paying attention to TV news, radio news and the printed press I could see that politicians lie and there's no point in ever voting. I've never voted in any elections and the only time I've ever taken part in a serious vote was when we were offered three million quid for the ringtone business, I voted 'yes' to sell, the other two major shareholders voted 'no' which cost me my million quid slice, and convinced me, beyond any hope of ever telling me otherwise, that voting and democracy is a scam, it's not really any different to 99 white guys kicking the fuck out of a single black guy, or 99 blacks beating on a single white guy: it's majority mob rule where the minorities basically have to shut the fuck up and deal with the fact they're not getting their way: nobody wins, except the cunts you're voting for, and the controllers of their puppet strings. I'm not taking part in that sham.
I'd figured out voting doesn't mean shit, and doesn't really change shit, before my balls had dropped, therefore I have zero respect for any adult who beleives in democracy, they're still buying into stupid fairy tales and need to grow some metaphorical pubes, a spine might be handy too!
Saw the NHS bump off an elderly neighbour and realised they kill people. Monday she turns up "silly old me, I've baked too many apple pies, here, have some", she was lovely; Tuesday she fell and went to hospital, Wednesday we went to visit and she had no idea who anyone was, Thursday she was dead. She was one of those "oh, I don't want to be any bother to anyone" types who would have wanted to get out of bed and go home, so they gave her a shit load of sedatives to bump her off.
Sure, I've visited Doctors since then, but finally stopped going to the quack around 12 years ago when I realised they 1) don't listen, 2) don't care, 3) are sponsored, like their mug and mousemat of the month tells you which big-pharma BS they're peddling that day, 4) their drugs don't work, as in you take something for an ailment, say painful knees, that gives you side effects of painful elbows, so go back to the quack and they give you another medicine, this makes you constipated so you also need something to shit, but that keeps you awake at night, so they hand out a prescription for some sleeping tablets, but they leave you feeling groggy through the day so you get prescribed some kind of upper to get you through to your next dose of downer.
Guess what? That upper's side effects include even more severe pain in the knees so you've gone full circle and nobody other than the GP and big-pharma have won. It's all bollocks, I'm not taking any of their shit, ever again.
I've had near death experiences and not even bothered with the NHS, I'm like, oh fuck it, if it kills me it kills me, if it doesn't there's no need to worry about shit.
Working in media, saw through the lies from the inside of the machine.
When you're face to face with the most notorious peadophile the media has told you about, cos there are others they keep their gobs shut over, and you know damn well, without any doubt that he's a wrong-un, and work-wise you have to go along with the lies about how wonderful he is, but you always get told "you can't say that" when you talk honestly about him, well, that told me that people are, sorry to paraphrase Jack Nicolson here, unable to handle the truth. They don't want their hallucinations of society being alright torn to shreds, and will think ill of you if you even try to suggest their vision is being blinded by multiple veils of illusion; or worse still, suggest that their heroes on television are child bending nonces, as so eloquently put by Jerry Sadowitz many moons before that pedo-bastard Savile died, and the oh so very fucking evident truth came to light.
JS: do you have any young girls for me?
Boss: no!
JS: what fucking use are you to me then?
Were the BBC complicit in covering him up? No more than I was, I worked at 'Aunty Beeb' years later, yeah, we knew, of course we fucking knew, it was evident he was the Pied Piper of Paedophilia but oh no, you mother fuckers, the dumb ass general public, you told us you didn't want to hear it: "you can't say that" are four of the most abhorent words ever, so many lies and crimes are hidden behind them.
Don't blame the BBC for shit you were not ready to hear, that accountability is on you, not them, nor me.
It's not just people who get promoted when they need to meet Albert Pierrepoint, it's news being bought, truths being suppressed, voices of dissent being silenced, and any proposals of alternatives to the paradigm, shot down in flames and never given the light of day.
I've seen Sales Managers and News Editors have full on rows over headlines that feature advertisers in a negative light, Sales' argument is "drop the story, they just signed a £40k deal that pays your newsroom to operate", whereas News' counter is "this is an important national story, their brakes don't work, people need to know" but guess what? Sales won. A compromise was made, News dropped the story from the top slot, moved it down to middle in the top of hour bulletin, skewed it lower in the stack, just before the happy 'and finally' stories for a couple of hours, then dropped it as journalists like being paid, funny that eh?
Got busted for posession and cultivation of cannabis by a local pig, I'd call him a copper but the guy was a complete fucking pig, this is when I learned that supposed justice can favour personal vendettas rather than what's morally right, or even lawfully right, as the cop in question, an ungodly heathen of a Christian who went out of his way, over several fucking years, to bust me, all because I wore a pentagram and didnt believe in his Abrahamic death cult.
Pigs, the only good one has an apple in it's mouth and is being slowly roasted over open coals in preparation to being served in a bun with apple sauce and stuffing, other than that, I would not piss on a police officer if they were on fire and I would go out of my way to not assist them. I don't even talk to cops, just don't waste your breath on cunts like that.
When it got to court, there was a journalist there and my heart sank as his face lit up when he heard who my employer was, I immediately rang my boss, who was a solid guy and a complete stoner, he had a good relationship with the editor of the local rag, which ironially I also wrote for anonymously on behalf of the station with a weekly PR column of complete bollocks, and the story never made it to print, other cases from that day got their column inch, mine was suppressed and I was a complete fucking nobody, if I can be kept out of the media, what power over them would I have with money, power and influence?
Saw how the state will strip you of your assests when you're old. Worked all your life? Paid taxes? Voted? Never been a societal problem? Paid your telly licence? Been a good law abiding citizen? But then gotten ill? Need a care home? That's okay, we'll take your property, sell it to fund the shit level of care we give you then when you do finally pop it your estate has been well and truly raped by the state, and all you worked for was your own death. Fuck that. I was already sold on doing my own thing, and only my own thing before then, but once I realised how the game worked out, I was utterly convinced you can kill me if you want me to do something I don't want to do. I'm not working for my death, I'm living for life and I'm not letting society take any spoils from me.
Got stitched up by the media, regional front page headline, followed by national coverage, regional and national radio coverage, as in I woke to a call telling me I was just talked about on BBC Radio One, then went back to bed to wake to another call saying I was being talked about on Key 103 in Manchester. It was all just nonsense that had been inflated and was being pushed by a word twsting scumbag most people would call a journalist. A joke, it was a fucking joke (that got played on me) and by the time the media cottoned on to it all, two months had passed and I was just a filler for an otherwise empty front page.
Not all headlines are headlines, in fact I'd go to say most of them are just bullshit fluff to fill column inches, the jouno hack scumbag misquoted me and that was the day I gave up absolutely all trust in the media, broadcast and print, though in all fairless there was very little trust left in it by now. It's all just bullshit to steal your attention from things that are more important and rewarding, and to wash your brain into being a complicit good little citizen-muppet.
Worked in sports production where we'd pretend pre-recorded clips were live, not everything that's 'live' is really live, you can not trust that it's not been pre-recorded, edited to time, had context removed and been played out as fact
I've pre-recorded radio shows that even the boss didn't know weren't live, I've pre-recced links, positioned them on the playout machine that handles all the songs, branding, jingles and ads etc, then jumped in a car and listened to myself 'live' on air till the signal faded from the miles traversed.
It's not just live or not, there's locations that get lied about as well: those "we're 2,500 feet above X Road in Y right now" traffic and travel reports from a 'flying eye' are probably complete bollocks too, I've been on three stations at the same time, live on each, flying above the city in question in each bulletin, except, was I fuckers like. One was live, two were pre-recorded, as for the locations, we often used to pleasure fly, well outside the transmission areas we covered, so would just casually pretend to be over a particular city. Most people think the flying eye is a sound effect, no, we had a real plane, we really flew, it was actually pretty dangerous but we talked crap about where we where and the listeners had no clue, ever.
If I have not seen something with my own eyes, I have no need to trust it, just because someone in Parliament or on television says something has happened and is real is not enough, seriously, that shit is not gonna wash with me. Live footage on 9/11, where building 7 had collapsed, except it hadn't, remember that?
There's absolutely no reason to trust the media or anyone, if you're truly honest with yourself, like so abso-fucking-lutely honest and personally accountable it hurts, you'll admit all your worst choices were made in good faith, therefore you can't even trust yourself and your own judgement, let alone that of an other. Tell that to a shrink and watch their mind pop, then leave as you're wasting your time with those assholes, chances are they're more fucked up than most of their clients, and all too many enter that line of work to make themselves feel better about being them!
I'd gotten into some interesting legal arguments with folks like utility suppliers, and had seen a lot of discussion online about the wording used by those in the legal realm, some say words don't mean what we think they mean, and are designed to entrap us; others say the law is written in a clear manner which makes it easy for all to comprehend, if the latter really is the case I wonder why Gary Slapper LLB, LLM, PhD, PGCE (Law), former Professor of Law and Director of the Law School at the Open University, said this in his book entitled "How the Law Works":
"Too often citizens are nonplussed upon discovering that the legal use of a word is different from its common meaning. Much of law has been complicated by an extravagant style of language". *How the Law Works, second edition, 2011, Gary Slapper, ISBN 978-0-415-60010-1, page 10*.
I went from being a law student, to dropping out of that pretty quickly, in fact the moment my suspicions were confirmed, I knew I had nothing to gain from holding a law degree, other than being proficient in fleecing people through word twisting dishonesty, if I wanted to earn from that I could have just written more shite for newspapers!
Made a 100% natural, fluoride free, preservative free, artifical sweetener free alternative to toothpaste that had more demand than I could supply, I had it stocked at a Harley Street dentists, and it even got media attention from the BBC who wanted to film me making it up. Having just made a big batch I told the Editor at the beeb I didn't have the stock to mix up a batch, so she said "it's okay, just fake it for the camera" which just added gravitas to everything I'd concluded so far.
Then, I got hit up by Trading Standards who had the formula lab tested, the results said "the cosmetic satisfied the safety requirements of the tests" but I was advised if I sold any more without a 'Costmetic Product Safety Certificate' I'd be fined five thousand pounds and imprisoned for five years, so I got in touch with many safety assessors and could not find a single one that would sign it off, unless I made some changes to the formula, they advised I replaced natural ingredients with synthetic ones, added fluoride, added preservatives like citric acid, then added a sweetener like Aspartame or Sucralose. They, as slave-bitch-whores of the European Union, wanted me to invert my product from being 100% natural, to a toxic chemical sludge. I've not trusted a single bottle of anything you can buy over the counter since.
As it is today, I'm not even sure the meat they're selling us is meat, seriously, minced-supposed-steak that comes vacuum packed and looks more like post-apocalyptic zombie brains, and chunks of diced chicken that make you question what part of the bird they're mean to have come from, and feel as natural as bad silicon tits: there's something not right with our food supply chains.
Everything is loaded with preservatives, and when you look at what they do, which is stop cells from breaking down naturally, as they should, they are by definition a form of cancer which does the same thing to cells, yet people don't see the correlation between the shite they put in their mouths, and their good health, or lack of.
I became an illigal immigrant when I was forty, just kinda happened when I went somewhere and stayed longer than bullshit paperwork says I should have, I concluded it's alright being an illegal immigrant, as long as you fit in well enough to not be a problem. Here, I see illegal immigrants that do fuck all to fit in, and frankly, or should I dare to joke, and say Anne Frankly, they should be packed into wagons, and sent off to happy camps where they're processed as enemy combatants. Yes, I'll make bad taste gags about the holocaust if I want to.
I'll even say nigg* if I want to, please don't misunderstand, I am not censoring that, the wildcard is to denote either an 'a' or an 'er' to ensure I'm enclusive, and highlight I know there's a difference! You don't have to be a person of colour, or whatever the socially acceptable word soup is flavoured today, to be a nigg*, shit, just look at Trump, that dude is more nigga than Andrew fucking Tate, as defined by Tupac's logic; nor do you have to be gay to be a faggot, I've known white and straight nigg* victim faggots, nobody owns a word, and nobody has the right to tell another person they can't use a word because of pigmentation or orientation.
It's nonsense, just like cultural appropriation, sorry, I'm not buying that bollocks either, a white chick with braids is culturally appropriating something that's not hers to take, err, okay, I'll get behind you and your retarded logic, on the sole condition we apply this equally to everyone: if your race didn't invent electric, stop using it, if your race didn't invent cars, stop using them, if your race didn't invent mobile phones, stop using them, if your race didn't discover the wonder of flight, take one last trip to wherever the fuck you think your roots are, stay there and keep your own inventions exclusively, whilst letting us keep ours, or should we maybe agree that this cultural appropriation stuff is just divisory nonsense to spread seeds of discord among the people?
“Niggers was the ones on the rope, hanging off the thing. Niggas is the ones with gold ropes, hanging out at clubs.”: Tupac.
Now I'm nearly fifty, if you want me to do something I don't want to do, I suggest you find me and force me.
I have soul and I value it far more than money. It's not for sale. I'd even fight to the death to keep it.
Do I care what you think? What do you think? Hell, till I've got absolute mastery of my every thought, I'm really not going to give a shit about what happens in your brain.
Think of me how you wish, but be warned, I'll torment your brain if you let me live rent free in your head, and I don't even have to put in any effort!
Normal has been demonised. Demons have been normalised.
Any you want me to go along with that?
Get to fuck, you dumb cunt is my most heartfelt response! I've paid attention for far too long to agree to your bullshit.
If you believe in what the media and government are telling you, then you're a complete fucking moron and there's no helping you. You're the kind of useless eater the elites want to cull, and I agree with them, anything that advances mass depopulation of unthinking, insentient, brain dead morons who allow the media to dictate who they should hate this week, has gotta be a good thing.
I'm now at that point in life where the only jobs I'd consider ever applying for would be UN Head of World Depopulation, or Executioner General, I hear the record to beat from cell to dead is seven seconds.
Isn't it time you got a booster?
Peace is peace.
Freedom is freedom.
Strength is strength.
Two plus two is four.
There are only two sexes.
Science is tested, not trusted.
Now, if that's not hate speech then nothing is, I guess I just have to come to terms with the fact I'm worse than Orange Man Bad, Hitler and Satan combined, a transphobe, bigot, racist, misogynist, homophobe, xenophobe and worse, it's all bullshit, you can all suck my cock and I don't care if you're black, white, blue or think you're a unicorn.
I reckon that makes me pretty inclusive lol