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  The Last Post I know the kindly authorities are going to find a dangerous place for me to be looked after soon so I don't suppose I'll be posting much more on my ickle blog. Here's a few observations. I remember last time I was in Goodmayes. It was surprising how few muslims were inmates. I do remember meeting one who seemed perfectly normal and assured me the Doctor was a bloody good one. That's not my opinion but so what. It's also surprising given their penchant for cousin fucking and the resultant mental retardation, you might as well trust Western Science on Westerners and blame God's willy when you breed retards. The next one I can guarantee had nothing to do with me but as regards the new cemetery on the A12: an old drinking buddy of mine who served in the Falklands and witnessed the stench of burning flesh from the injured being helicoptered for treatment used to live backing onto the site. When he found out Maylands common was going to become the Gard
  The Interruptors - Take back the Power After a brief interlude I'm back with a whimper and a warning. I have written of my difficulties with the useless and incompetent broken International Health Service and the incompetent so called Doctors who may or may not even be qualified to practice in this country. I hope some of you take time to click the link above, I love the song, particularly the line 'and when the tax man makes you pay'. It reminds me of when I worked for the Government and just how much they know about what we're all up to, even if we don't realise it. I would like to have written a better and more imaginative piece but I believe I may have been drugged with something called Carbamazepine without my knowledge or consent and the effects of taking it if I have, despite the fact that physically and biologically giving it to me could kill me, don't seem to have been considered. I would like people to ask themselves whether I'm suffering from Ps
  Imminence - The Call of the Void Over the last year I've travelled to some weird and wonderful places which have shaken my understanding of what it means to 'exist' to its core. Fortunately, amongst all of the thinking I have done (I think) I have also spent time pondering more earthly pursuits. One that I read a bit about was what is known as the High Place Phenomenon or The Call of the Void . Radiohead - High and Dry This phenomenon is something I have experienced along with suicide ideation at various times in my adult life and the explanation for the psychological effect behind it seems reasonable to me because that is how I rationalised it myself. That said, I wonder if there are practical applications in the field of suicide prevention that have been considered? For example if someone is known to be expressing suicidal thoughts and experiences the Call of the Void could a change in their presentation to still expressing suicidal thoughts but no longer experiencing
  The Trouble With Incels Only the lonely This post is on a serious topic and I do not intend to make light of it even if it seems that way. I started thinking about the online incel community and the spate of school shootings that seems to be a recent phenomenon in the US. I would think an awful lot of analysis has been done into the typical profile of the shooters, a lot of it looking at sociological and economic factors. But I wonder if the root of it isn't evolutionary drivers and the selfish gene? As far as I can see, the incel community is broadly divided into those who plan to commit suicide and those who plan to kill others. This whole phenomenon of young people committing mass murder against their communities appears to have come about at a time when there are rapid and fundamental changes in population and available resources in parts of the West; more people sharing finite resources. But one theory I have is that there may be a correlation between those incels who have s
  The Usual Suspects Divine Ordinance: everything from this point on is intended to incite hatred, create division, foment unrest, just say yes, smack my bitch up, cause a lolocaust, offend, encourage violence, target the vulnerable, put your head in a gas oven and put your rights over your responsibilities. I've thought of an idea for a blockbuster movie script. It's a sort of Pale Rider story about a gunfighter who returns from the dead to wreak vengeance on those who wronged him. I want it told in a kind of Usual Suspects style, leaving the viewer to work out who the real Crook is. There'll be an eclectic range of characters picked randomly from people I've come across in real life. There'll be the average businessman, Damphouse, who's machinations stretch to sitting side saddle on a cheap iron horse, and his sidekick Walliams. Halfchat, the mysterious fortune teller who types in tongs due to a visual impairment. Pool Hand Fluke, who knows that a stitch in ti
  How do you Make a Whore Moan? Give them a Giggle 0 and refuse to pay for either of them. Sorry, going to try to be a bit more serious with this post, so please try to keep a straight face while reading. I've been thinking about some of these synthetic drugs that people are encouraged to take to treat all sorts of mental conditions and as far as I can work out they all affect either or both of two chemicals in the brain: dopamine and serotonin. Then I looked into addictive and compulsive behaviours and the chemical that seems to be released in the brain when the desired result from these activities is achieved; a big win at the bookies, the thrill of a skydive etc. it's once again dopamine. Dopamine: the chemical your body releases when you have an orgasm! That got me to thinking, are there alternative natural supplements that could help you achieve this effect which I have chosen to brand 'The Surrogate Orgasm'. For example could consuming a curry and a few cups of co
  Bane - Final Backward Glance In case I haven't made myself clear to some of the dirty, fake, unqualified Paki Doctors that don't give a hoot about who they harm in this country; you may be faced with a very stark choice. Get the fuck out of the West,or hang around and see what the British are made of? I hope I've got a bit of time to uncover more scandals on my doorstep, laptop and out there in the ether. None of us really know the games Great Nations play and whether we're useful idiots or useless idiots but we all write our own story. So please feel free to keep Inspecting my warblings and ramblings, I might not have ten years, but you might. Anyway they say All the World's a stage so here's some more from Harold Wood's very own scriptwriter. Doc. Holliday? Romford Rob Jackson - The Taleor of Panama