Worlds within Worlds

Of course there are realities within realities, truths within truths, lies within lies and if we are to believe some scientists, worlds within worlds. All inexorably bound together by thin threads of time and space, into a shimmering web of infinite possibility and potential; delicately balanced by conflicting gravity's somewhere between past and future, light and dark, good and evil, life and death. Only the names and places have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty.

Staring for one performance only at the end of a short pier, summer spectacular of mess, muddle and bare faced lies from Mister Blobby and his alter ego, Baron Von Munchhausen (by proxy syndrome) of Presscoat and Son's Poisoners Paradise. A white faced clown without his make-up, indistinguishable from the whitewash with a hint of brown, those stupid or eager for success call the Iraq Inquiry.

But most of us know to be, like their eager autobiographies, nothing but re-warmed, re-hashed browns, amounting to a hill of beans and the same old lies, re-spin razor-blade encrusted spin and the delusions of criminals thinking themselves above the law.

An alternative reality where one plus one equals six and lies are spun again into the fragile truths. Used to constantly justify the unjustifiable, cover over endemic criminality and go bing, bang, bung, bonus all the way to the bank.

While speaking in tongues and praising the Lord for the fact that there is one born every minute to the automated production-line that passes for life in the human zoo contemporary western society became for the dumbed down and dumber flat head of flat screen, high definition worlds that became the rat infested criminal heartland of New Labour politics and the criminal tendency that thrived and prospered like weeds amongst a very peculiar form of British fascism.

Looking like a startled weasel caught in the gamekeepers headlights, the layers of blubbery white flesh still moving restlessly long after he froze. And yes, he sat upon the Ikea sofa government of Tony (Teflon) Bear, eagerly hiding crimes and secrets down the back as New Labours number two. A man with a ball bearing for a heart and the predisposition of a constipated donkey who willingly became Inquisitions Minister for Torture, religious persecution and political corruption.

Capable of committing the most horrendous Fascist crimes without ever being found guilty and thanks to his very own extra large Teflon coating. Able to crawl through a sewer full of shit and come out the other end smelling or roses. His type two Gab's (greedy arrogant bastard syndrome) undiminished inside that trusty non-stick exoskeleton and compliant Bear Broadcasting Corporation.

Just another cowboy politician with an eye for himself, love of money and power, selling out Britain, the British and anything not nailed down to the highest bidder. In a feted bog, bubbling with corruption, lies and crimes, wherein sleep the monsters and co-conspirators created by this very peculiar form of British fascism.

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Life under the Condemed in broken, bankrupt Britain, has become even worse for me personally, because from the 15th August, some pagan festival for Pope Adolph the Persecutor and his Priests of hate. When I was poisoned three times during the day and drugged senseless twice at night, things have not got better but progressively worse. It is like being taken back to the worse day's of the Hatcher and Raygun administrations, when the psychology department of a well known university, asked by Hatcher and the then Cardinal Ratsinger to find a way of stopping me from working, came up with 'white noise' as a possible solution.

For which the Chancellor got a knighthood from Hatcher. The Conservatives and their new friend Baron Von Munchausen have been torturing and drugging me night and day. But as they will tell you, lieing without a twitch or tremble, I am mad. Mad I am livid that criminal politicians, the Priests of hate, security forces and military can continue to get away with the most appalling crimes upon the British mainland.

By denying their innocent victims the right of a trial or opportunity to defend themselves against the lies and crimes of religions delusional who for hundreds of years have managed to keep people from God and their unquestionable power and wealth, untouched by truth.