Benny Hill, Southampton & Censored Protests

The image above is of Benny Hill when he was a milkman in Southampton, his hometown and the place where he was buried (opposite the hospital where my mother finally died after the horrors of Chemotherapy, Brain Surgery, Steroid induced Diabetes and a mind that drifted from consciousness to unconsciousness irrespective of whether she was awake.

The policeman is Nephilim sized so I'm quite sure there's a bit more to the image than what it appears to be.

The average consumer and/or direct or indirect corporate fluffer will have no idea of the number of demonstrations held in London against the lockdown, forced vaccinations and so forth, including one that according to respectable estimates was between half a million to a million (four miles long, of 30 people width marching). The media don't mention it, so you don't know unless your bus got caught in it.

As ever, it's the activists with a sense of humour that cut through the preposterous nature of what is easily approaching Nazi-population blindness-to-the-truth.

It's not the facts that colour their mindset, it's the moral cowardice to call it out for what it is. A clear cut case of violation of the Hippocratic Oath, Nuremburg Code (1947), Human Rights Act (2000), UNESCO’s Universal Declaration on Bioethics and Human Rights and the European Convention on Human Rights.

Mythos - By Stephen Fry

A couple of years ago, I was working in a complex care home with people who have tricky mental health issues. We had all sorts there, a murderer, bipolar folks, borderline personality disorder, schizophrenics... you get the picture.

It wasn't for me though. I found the work rewarding, but I couldn't switch off after working hours, and I definitely suffered with transference.

In the end I was taken ill with that whole Brachial Neuritus thing which left me with half a paralysed hand after six weeks, but before I quit, one of my colleagues bought me Stephen Fry's Heroes book about Greek Mythology. I was really chuffed with it, but because it was the second book after Mythos, I thought it best to read part one first. I'm OCD on things like that.

Southampton Central library only had Mythos as an audio book, and it's taken me six months to listen to it properly, but what an experience. It's up there with Professor Freedman's Early middle ages lectures at Yale for opening up quite a complex subject that had previously always baffled me.

The thing with Greek mythology that had stymied my wish to understand the subject, is that it's all about the hierarchy of the Gods, or rather the Titans, The Gods, The Olympians and so forth, much like John Dee's empire of Angels.

Once the structure is in place, then another world opens up which is so bizarre that I'll leave it to you to find out how weird it is, but let's just say that internecine isn't too incestuous a word, but if anybody came up with these 'stories' in modern times, there would probably be some readers asking if a shrink might be in order.

It's that effing weird.

Oddly enough, I was once snared by some USA dude from what I assume to be an alphabet agency, who wanted to check me out and let me stew in the process for way longer than necessary.

However after he'd done his thing he told me that everything I needed to know was embedded in the mythology of the Greek gods, and here I am ten years or so later and realising he wasn't bluffing.

England vs Italy - The Stench of Ignorance

My first blog post in 2007 was about football and I haven't really changed my mind on the main thrust of the writing all those years ago. 

The Italians defeated England last night in the European Cup. I haven't been watching the competition but I did know England hadn't played any top tier teams to get to the final. They scored in the first few minutes and did what they always do. Play defence to hold on to a lead.

Stadium sports were first outlined in the modern age after the coliseum by H.G. Wells (an insider), and they work just as well now, as they did then.

It's called Panem et Circenses or bread and circuses. Distract the masses with trivia and celebrities and the main agenda will go unnoticed.

Mask up bitches.

It's back to reality now you've had your sportgasm and a smashing time.