Monday, 1 October 2018

Reever: The Most Controversial of the Forum Members

The Knowledge Is Power Forum is dead, or at least in such a pitiful state, that it probably should be put out of its misery.  At its height, the Forum had over 200 members, but it fell into n-fighting, with some leaving rather than stay to debate, others falling to the Admin cull (which was excessive and had I taken charge, would not have been so brutal).  Ironically, the experiment in Absolute Free Speech, killed Free Speech, as the necessary balance of control and respect, didn't last.

A controversial figure of the Forum was Reever.  In his bio he wrote:

Location - Far Away From You

Interests - Wake boarding, fucking, hang gliding, travelling, fucking, kicking the asses of people who annoy me, base jumping, fucking, driving fast, horse back riding, making boatloads of money, sky diving, working out, sail boarding, oh and fucking

Occupation - Professional asshole and part time prick.

Nice! So, without further ado, let's have a look at his posts.  Deliberately harsh, but a talking point...

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Welcome to the Dark Side

Greetings little rodentia,

Most forum sites have a section dedicated to introductions, but since this one doesn't, I figured I'd drop one here. It seems only fair to provide a heads up of the dark thunderous cloud that has just entered the skies overhead. I am Reever, and I am everything you hate. It's amusing that you have discussions here about conspiracy theories. I am the living embodiment of many of those theories and I'm here to spill the beans... At least to a certain extent. Why? Well it's not to arm you with knowledge, but rather to rub salt in the wounds and mock you common folk. It's a favorite hobby of mine.


The funny part however is that as much as you will come to despise me, you will also come to find you can't get enough of me. The other thing to bear in mind is that, when you think I am just BSing or joking around, that is usually when I am being the most honest and literal. But I'll let you believe whatever you like. Either way, you will be entertained at the same rate you are being insulted. I'll take it easy on you at first though. I'm the sporting sort.

Acute Misanthropy

There is a group of people who are so utterly disgusted with the human race that they have disassociated themselves from them. I am a member of this group which has disowned humanity. Call us what you like, but it could not possibly be as insulting as to be called "human". What utter hypocrisy you have imbued this word with. Considering that the word literally means "god man", you attach it to all of the traits you say you value, yet consistently prove over and over are not even a consideration. Oh the humanity.

You petty, greedy, deceitful, smelly little creatures know nothing at all about class, dignity, respect, and least of all, equality. Humanitarian? Don't make me laugh. So many of you would probably sell your own children into slavery if the price was right. It's all about the money with you people. Those of you who want it, those of you who actually know how to get it and can never get enough, you're all about profit. Well I'll tell you what. The profit I make in a week is more than most of you will see in 6 months busting your asses, and I barely have to lift a finger for it at this point. Is it because I wanted it more? Because I'm more greedy? Not at all. It's because my species, which rose from the primordial goo that is humanity, is smart enough to adapt it's priorities to meet it's needs. Your kind only know how to compromise your priorities to seek your primal wants.

I am proud to say I am a racist. I hate the human race. Your jaws would drop to see how we live. Your minds would be utterly blown to know the rules that hold our society together. That's right, I said rules. And not the kind that exist to be broken or even challenged. We live by strict codes of conduct, and many are unspoken and unwritten, because they are steeped in respect and therefore intuitively understood. But respect is something that your kind have not only rejected, but fiercely rebelled against. So we have our world, and we leave you to yours. We just run it for you because you're to stupid to handle such complex matters yourselves. We don't like doing so, but what choice do we have? We can't very well just leave you to your own devices or you'd kill us all inside of a month. So to make things more interesting, we've turned babysitting your sorry asses into a game. A game where we study what self destructive or mutually destructive things you crave, and provide those things for money. We know you're all hardwired to make yourselves and one another suffer, and we're more than happy to help you achieve this most noble goal... For a price.

I guess, in a way, you could say I am a "humanist". But not as you've distorted the term, but rather in the true sense.

 I have buds around the world who I regularly go hang with and do stuff like wake-boarding, spelunking, or base jumping, then head back to their estate (or mine, whichever is closer) and play a few games of pool. When hanging with my single friends we often stop off at an exclusive club where upper class ladies like to hang out and invite some of them along. It is rare that I actually find myself in the presence of the degenerate zombies that infest the rest of the planet. I stick to my own kind. When I am confronted by these lower life forms it sometimes ends with me kicking the crap out of them. I find it very cathartic and my connections shield me from legal consequences, although I am no longer welcome in Ohio state (how tragic).

Don't Just SIT There!

Behold, a place for uncensored discussion. A place to open up and let it all hang out. But what are you doing right now? Yes, I know you are there. I am narcissistic enough to check how many reads my posts get when I check in, and the number is slightly higher each time, so I know you're there. Come in, get involved. Let's hear your side of the story. Whether it just be to rant (and who doesn't like to rant?) or to step onto the field of battle, this is a good place for both. Personally I'd like nothing better than to find some worthy sparring partners, but I don't think any of you will be up to the challenge. Prove me wrong. Come into my parlor.

[continued six weeks after no responses]

Well there you have it. Not one of you has the backbone to face off against me or even to put out there anything against the social grain. Fight back little sheep, stand up, bleat, do SOMETHING... Nothing... You all just roll over and expose your belly to have it ripped out. No wonder we're so easily able to rob you all blind and suffer no consequences for it. If you thought the economic crisis of '08 was bad, you all haven't seen anything yet. We're not done turning up the heat on you yet. And to hear you yanks talk, you'd think you're all still living the high life. I guess you guys didn't really need jobs after all. It's time to outsource the rest and take what's left of your capital.

Having such willing prey takes the thrill out of the kill. But we still take satisfaction in punishing you. We expected a much larger spike in suicides after taking most of your savings in '08, but only achieved a 5000 global victim increase. However, there was a very nice spike in tobacco and alcohol use and prescription drug abuse. It's when you can no longer afford those things that you're more likely to throw yourselves off a bridge. Rest assured, we're working on it. A project this big must be done in phases. The logistics are staggering. 

Have you noticed your grocery and utility bills increasing? You people, especially you yanks, have absolutely no idea how truly precarious your situation is right now. Even if you did, it's not like you'd do anything about it. Just roll over little prey and say nothing while we tear your guts out. Smile and perish slowly in the blissful ignorance of utter denial. We're actually okay with that.

Abortion and World Hunger

Over the decades, as the world's population has continued to grow unchecked, a number of important concerns have crept up. Of course there's the problem of meeting the nutritional demands of our growing population, and the problem of overpopulation, and worst of all, there is the growing problem of young women ruining their figures by getting knocked up. In an effort to quell the latter two problems, the U.S. government has been hard at work ensuring that abortion is widely available to all women, so they needn't worry so much about such pesky things as birth control, and technologies like RU486 have been made readily available for Do-It-Yourselfers to starve the little inconveniences should they crop up.

The fight against overpopulation is strong, and in 2008, we were averaging 3,322 exterminations per day in the states. But alas, humans are very prolific and we have a long way to go. It is hoped that new tactile relay technology, combined with advances in VR imaging and social media, will make future generations more inclined toward virtual sex, as well as make them less fit and attractive, such as to keep many of them from actually copulating. Even with such technology, more drastic measures will surely be needed.

While we have made great strides to curb population growth, our current efforts have not addressed the problem of how to feed the people who are already here. It seems to me, though, that the solution should be obvious. Abortion is legal during all nine months of pregnancy, and with each one comes a lump of tender flesh weighing up to 9 1/2 pounds. Even though only 1.5% of these terminations happen after 21 weeks of development, this would still represent over 18,300 well developed fetuses (fetii?) per year. Smaller, more snack sized fetuses are aborted by the hundreds of thousands each year, and all of this fresh, tender meat is just thrown in the trash while global warming, civil unrest, and poverty continue to leave millions of people around the world without proper nutrition. What a tragic waste of resources.

While cannibalism has gone out of style in recent times, it has been a time-honored tradition in many cultures for centuries. Once people get a taste for these tender treats, it is almost certain that the stigma surrounding cannibalism will fade and demand for this delicacy will grow rapidly. The great thing about aborted fetuses is that the termination method in many cases provides rudimentary processing. For example, the D & C and D & E methods dismember the fetus, making it ready for baby-nuggets, the D & X method delivers the headless body whole which is excellent for roasts, and the saline method is ideal for making baby-jerky right in the womb. Also, as demand grows, we could expand markets overseas and begin importing exotic meats so there wouldn't be so many starving children in poverty stricken, but no less horny nations.

Finally, it would seem only fair to compensate cattle, er I mean women for their contribution to fighting world hunger and the sacrifice of looking fat, and if we pay by the pound, there will be an incentive for these women to carry into the final trimester, and this would regulate the pace of demand. Furthermore, as the abortion industry grows in response to demand for quality meat, the economic benefits would be huge.

... And if you don't think we could ever make something like this happen, I have only three words for you...


Culture? Really

I am fortunate to be part of a community that separates itself from the scurrying rats that infest this gawd forsaken rock. What is modern culture? Gluttony, laziness, a proud tradition of stupidity (now also for some a type of celebrity) and mindless gossip. I see these vidiots, now of all ages and walks of life, texting while driving, strolling out into traffic like they're invincible, and standing around having longwinded conversations about nothing at the top of escalators and in doorways, and it makes me wish I could push a button and make them all go away in a big mushroom cloud. Kids who aspire to be the next Johnny Knoxville, or Kardashian, or 50 cent. Everyone blathering away on TWITter and Facebook about such compelling matters as what they had for supper. You can thank your lucky stars that we're still running the show rather than the last crop of zombies you commoners cranked out. Fortunately, people like myself very rarely have to deal with the likes of you, although your infestation is reaching a point where it's getting harder to avoid you.

Your kind have one redeeming quality. It's a gene that makes you want to do the honorable thing, and it even makes you want to choose the slowest, most painful means possible. This gene makes your kind very predictable, and therefore very profitable. What do I do for a living? I invest in the stupidity of people just like you. I am a huge shareholder in the GANG (Gambling, Alcohol, Nicotine, and Guns) but of course these are not your only vices. You vermin also love to gorge yourselves on fast food and processed garbage (even going so far as to deep fry it) sit around and watch reality shows, and medicate the symptoms of your stupidity. So I also invest heavily in fast food, processed garbage, and of course select pharmaceutical companies. I also contract as a marketing and advertising consultant. Remember, lager and red wine are heart healthy, cigarettes are a great sources of niacin, and 1 ounce of sugar and food coloring with 4 ounces of milk is a good dietary source of protein.

You want to die. You want to suffer. I have the numbers to prove it. That is your culture and my primary source of income. Culture? Here is your culture...



Genetic Engineering and World Peace

Being the humanitarian that I am, I have thought long and hard about how to solve the greatest challenges facing the human race. After solving issues of world hunger and global over-population I turned my attention to the difficulty that the human race seems to have with living in peace with one another.

The problem that has been inherent in previous attempts to achieve peace on a large scale has resided in a common ignorance of human nature. People can only feel good about themselves when they are oppressing or outright killing those who are different from themselves. Historically, it is the only motivation that is strong enough to make people work in very large groups for extended periods. Racial and religious differences are sufficient to justify mass murder and genocide, but how do you get people of different religions and races to come together? You give them others to oppress or kill that aren't technically people. That is where genetic engineering comes in.

Now we know that humans and higher primates share over 98% of the same DNA. We've even isolated the gene that makes the brains of chimps different from our own. With this knowledge we can create apes with a learning capacity similar to humans, which is where we would start. Adding genes from other creatures to make this new invention truly alien in appearance would be the next step. Creating these creatures, and using costumed people to prepare them and motivate them for war with humans, we would then equip them with weapons designed for use with their unique physiology (because we wouldn't want to make them capable of using our tools and weapons) and sterilize them. We then send them out on missions to kill as many people as they can before they get taken down.


Yes, we take advantage of the inherent Xenophobia of humans by creating aliens and convincing the world that they are now in a united fight for the survival of their species. Most of the skirmishes would be small, since creating these things would be costly, and we may need to send a "spaceship" to nuke a stadium full of people during a live broadcast to really get the whole world to pay attention and get on board (kinda like we did with 9/11 for the war on terror) but compared to the cost of ongoing war, it would be insignificant. People would not have to constantly be fighting this new enemy to be content with their common superiority. This time it would not be a feeling of superiority of ideology, religion, or race that would draw people together, but superiority of their species over another species. A superiority they would only intermittently need to be reminded of, because complacency is also part of human nature.

What IS Evil?

When you think of the concept of evil, what do you think of? I don't mean specific examples, but rather the nature of evil itself. Do you believe there is a spiritual or metaphysical element to the nature of evil, or is there a simpler explanation? Is there even such a thing as evil, or is the concept itself purely relative? I'd like to hear your thoughts on evil. What is it and where does it come from?

Ah, so you blame Evil on shirking of responsibility, generally passing the buck to a spiritual higher power? So are atheists incapable of Evil? It seems to me that feeling unaccountable to anyone is just as much a motivation for Evil as belief in a divine scape-goat. I suspect that most of the atrocities committed in the name of some divine being were committed by non-believers using the label as convenient justification to do whatever the hell they felt like doing. When I was younger I thought about starting a nice profitable cult a few times myself, and not because I thought some gawd would forgive me and that made it okay.

(on mass immigration)

The invasion is taking place in countries all over the globe. You've got to understand that global culture is changing. Those who have worked hard and been frugal, prudent, and practical are going to be held eternally accountable for the actions of those who have not. It is what's "trending" right now. 


In the US and Canada, it's written as a prerequisite that those applying for citizenship be able to speak the official language, and yet in many parts of North America you'll have to speak at least five languages to be assured that you will be understood when talking to someone in front line retail or customer service. Canada even provides these newcomers with a car (and not a beater either) and they don't have to pay property taxes for the first 5 years. When it comes to reverse racism (AKA Political Correctness) being the new standard, you simply have to accept that it's your expected duty as a contributing member of society to work harder than ever to provide newcomers with a better standard of living than you have. Bend over and spread your cheeks as eternal punishment for the sins of your forefathers. If you don't, then you're a racist.

Smoker's Cough

Choices of your past have finally caught up with you. After months of suffering with lung cancer, and I do mean suffering, your family and friends have gathered around your hospital bed to say their final goodbyes. The tumors have spread throughout your now withered body and are just about finished the process of eating you from the inside. The pain is like nothing you could ever have imagined when you picked up that first pack of cigarettes all those years ago, and even having your veins filled with morphine just doesn't seem to cut it. You know it's got to be the drugs, but you see by your bedside an unfamiliar figure, a tall, well dressed, very muscular man with a beard and a chilling sadistic gaze. 

The figure looks you up and down, as though admiring your handy-work. You don't know how you know, but you know it's me. Having just stopped in after attending a shareholders meeting for a major tobacco company, I decided to stop by and watch you with delight as you writhe in agony while your loved ones choke back tears. They don't seem to see me. Your pulse quickens with rage with the sight of my smug grin, intensifying your torment to my even greater enjoyment. And as the pain courses through you like lightning you see me hold out my hand and slowly point to each other person in the room, then utter the words that infuriate you to the point where you finally collide with the cold oblivion that awaits...


"Who's next?"

Friday, 21 September 2018

Feelings Good, Emotions Bad

The liberal dystopia we have become completely swamped by, is very bizarre.  Full of contradictions, this cause of social insanity is the result of trying to stabilise cognitive dissonance, with such ludicrous notions of the the coexistence of mutually exclusive ideas and attitudes.  

Multiculturalism is a prime example of an inherent contradiction in liberal thought.  Atheists and Theists can only coexists so long as neither group takes the other seriously. But in liberal loony land, it is becoming a crime to not accept and respect the superstitious notions of others.  So now, people who have faith in Science, have to respect those who believe such nonsense as the Earth being Flat.  People who accept the validity of fossil records, have to respect people who believe the mumbo jumbo of the old testament/talmud, which proclaims the Earth to be younger than Stonehenge!


The madness of liberalism sees people who believe in the equality of the human races, having to respect and defend those who believe that they are a Chosen Race, picked by the big Invisible Jew in the Sky, to rule over the rest of us by virtue of their Racial Superiority!  At the same time as defending Jewish Supremacists, the liberals have to attack all other Supremacists - failing to see that White Supremacists (for example) are merely parroting the same Jewish bullshit, but with themselves as the Chosen Race, rather than the Jews.  The British Israel / Christian Zionist / Christian Identity cult is Judaic racism repackaged with the Anglo-Saxons recast in the role of the Hebrews, with book after book written to prove that the Bible is a historical document full of 'clues' to the racial superiority of the White Jews Anglo-Saxons, such as 'adam' being ruddy in complexion and able to bush - which only Whites can do, according to the racial supremacist, bible-bashing, biology-denying fantacists, who only hate Zionists because they see them as impostors who have usurped their right to rule over the Goyim!  It should go without saying, but in the nightmare we find ourselves in, it has to be said: We have to do away with Supremacists of every hue, with the mentally ill Bible-distorting 'England is the real Israel' lunatics being regarded in the same manner as the Zionists in occupied Palestine, or Westminster - as dangerous psychopaths who have to be erased from our lands, economically, politically and physically, by fully restoring control of our country to us.  Let the British Israel Christian Zionist Identity mob move to their 'holyland' in Palestine.  They are not welcome here.




Liberalism has created a ridiculous system of thought in which Emotions and Feelings are somehow different.  We used to have the heart symbol on 'cute' clothing, to say things such as I Love Cats, but now the heart symbol represents the word heart, so the slogan becomes ' I Heart Cats', which, of course, means nothing.  We have a truly Orwellian legal system, where the emotions of the perpetrator of a crime are analysed, and if 'hate' is the motive, then the punishment is increased.  Does this mean that rapists are automatically given lengthy sentences because they hate women and children (rape is a crime motivated by a desire to inflict pain/suffering/degradation, so is automatically a 'hate-crime')?  In loony liberal land, rapists who are from exotic lands, are excused their crimes because debasing women and children is a part of their culture.  Hate crimes do not apply to all cultures equally.

Emotions of Hate are either ignored - as in the case of Pakistani Rape Gangs and Supremacist Bigoted Zionists - or criminalised in the case of Europeans.  Emotions of Love are denied, with the most fundamental human emotion belittled, equating Love with acts of anonymous sex (one night stands are acts of sex, not love, promiscuity is not 'love-making' but animalistic shagging).

In place of Emotions, the supremacy of 'Feelings' has been promoted.  Aren't emotions and feelings the same?  Of course they are!  But in loony liberal land, they aren't!

Men who 'feel' like dressing up in womens' clothes have to be respected - nay they have to be regarded as Women, until they 'feel' like wearing their own clothes, then they have to be respected as Men.  The mentally ill and fashion fadists have to be worshipped as the best that liberalism can deliver - and indeed that is the height (or depth) of liberal achievement. 

Liberal Loony Land is one big lunatic asylum.  We have to reclaim the beauty of Love and the validity of Hate.  We have to fix the cognitive dissonance by ending the multicultural experiment, welcoming all who will 100% assimilate with our traditions and culture, expelling those who will not.

Friday, 31 August 2018

Killed With Kindness, by Paul Dutton

The scene is set in Fallowfields Chesterton Cambridge there is an elderly lady in her 90’s her name is Matilda she used to sell ticket for Cambridge football club, she also put up a lot of players when they came to Cambridge back in the old days she also helped dig the holes for the spot lights when they were fitted she stopped helping Cambridge united football club out when her good friend bob was dismissed from the manager’s position and she never went back again.

when she was older she was diagnosed with type two diabetes, for which she has Daily injection via nurses care, she has a helper called Janet that washes and dresses her every morning, also she is cared for by a friendly neighbour called Paul who checks up on her 3 times a day as he lives opposite her house, he make sure she has had her injection, her meals on wheels delivered and he helps her in bed round 8pm every night. Paul has been doing this voluntary for the past 10 years since they become friends after Matilda’s husband died and she was left all alone.

One day the meals on wheels lady who was called Doreen asked Matilda do you have anyone to clean your house for you, to which Matilda replied no whys that , Doreen said I can clean for you at no charge to yourself as I do voluntary cleaning for a lot of elderly people. Matilda agreed for Doreen to clean her house, Paul who is protective over Matilda said to Doreen I don’t know you so if you put a foot wrong your gone to which Doreen agreed.

Months go by, all is well it’s a Monday afternoon when Doreen turns up to clean, she tells Matilda that she can’t afford the petrol anymore she will have to stop cleaning, Matilda was mortified as she had come to like Doreen’s visits so Matilda said don’t stop coming round if you need money for petrol I will pay you for your time it’s no problem, so they agreed on £20 for Doreen’s Monday visits, within a couple of months Doreen was also getting Matilda’s shopping ,collecting her pension money also she was doing Matilda’s laundry  for an extra £20 a week.

One day a letter came from housing benefit they wanted an officer to visit to make sure Matilda was getting the correct help she needed, it was a Monday afternoon Doreen and Paul was present when  the benefits officer visited, he found that Matilda wouldn’t let him see any documents to do with her banks so he couldn’t work out if she was receiving the correct amount, the officer left instruction with Paul to send in her bank account statement’s as and when she gets them in the post to which he left an envelope to send them in.

Matilda wouldn’t give the statements to Paul when they came, all she said was it’s her money to bury her with her husband and no one is taking that away from her, so Paul was left with one option that was to call Matilda’s oldest friends Bob and his wife pearl to come down from Cornwall and persuaded Matilda to send them into housing benefits office.

The day of Bob and Pearl’s visit was a Monday as they were spending a week in Cambridge catching up with old friends and sorting Matilda’s accounts out, Bob goes through Matilda’s accounts with Matilda’s permission, to which he found that Matilda had a total of £32,000 within three bank accounts, he also found £3000 in cash in envelope around her house, bobs idea was to pay upfront for Matilda’s funeral so then she can send in the next statements to the benefit office without having to worry about the funeral.

Doreen who overheard Bob saying how much money Matilda had, she said I have a safe that Matilda can have then the cash would be safe in there, Bob thought that was a good idea during there week stay in Cambridge Bob took Matilda to the funeral home in histon, after paying in total she was left with around £28,000, Paul tells Bob that Doreen has been doing Matilda’s finances and that Matilda would probably let her send the statements into the housing office. During the next five months Paul notices Matilda’s health deteriorating it was like she had the onset of dementia overnight, Matilda also had a constant sore throat and urine infections. On the 23rd of December, Paul is at Matilda’s when Doreen come rushing in saying she brought to many premium bonds which only left Matilda with £62.50p so she couldn’t get Matilda’s pension money out, Paul Goes mad at Doreen shouting why have you brought premium bonds, Doreen tells Paul it was to hide Matilda’s money from the council she told Paul that she had brought £28,000 worth of bonds and they are in the safe with the cash, she then shows Paul the balance receipt to show him that she had only £62.50p to which Paul told her to leave, never come back because Paul shouted at Doreen Matilda heard and said she doesn’t want her to leave so Paul had no choice in the matter he had to let her stay.

Four weeks go by, Paul is suspicious of Doreen as he notices every time she has been round, Doreen leave a hot lemon drink for Matilda, one day Paul decides to take the drink from Matilda into the kitchen he tell her you don’t want this I’ll make you a nice a cuppa tea while in the kitchen Paul try’s the lemon drink, he spits it into the sink the drink  is just like it was pure un watered down concentrated lemon juice straight from the bottle that has been heated up, Pauls brain is ticking over is this the reason Matilda is getting Ill as she has type two diabetes and the juice would give her the urine infections which makes like she has dementia, Paul contacts Doreen he asks for the safe combination to which she refuses to give him it, then Paul talks to her about the juice and she then tells Paul the safe number just to get him off the phone before he hangs up he says Matilda is not to have any more juice as he is banning it from the house, Doreen know Paul is on to her . when Paul looks in the safe he finds that the £3000 bob found isn’t in there but the £28,000 premium bonds are along with an envelope of receipts from Matilda’s bank transaction’s that Doreen has taken out of Matilda’s banks, Paul finds a receipt for 23rd December stating that £600 was taken out two minutes before the £62.50p balance receipt was printed now Paul had proof what Doreen is up to but can he prove it.

Another four months go by and Paul notices a lot more receipts going into the safe and one day Paul is about to take his daughter to the hospital to have part of her cervix removed to stop any cancer from growing, he notices a man suited and booted going into Matilda’s front door so he pops round to find out why he is there, the gentleman wouldn’t tell Paul all he said was that Matilda is his client, if she wants you to know she would have to give him her permission to which Matilda refused and stated she didn’t trust Paul, Paul loses his temper shouting at the man saying you must be a solicitor and I gather you waiting on Doreen  to turn up then Paul turns to Matilda and shouts after ten years of looking after you and you don’t trust me, here’s your fucking key I’m never coming back here ever again, he throws it onto the chair, it bounces of hitting Matilda in her leg then Paul leaves but he returns to the house once more after the hospital as Doreen’s car is outside, Doreen lets Paul in, then He starts shouting at her saying I know you have been stealing Matilda’s money and no matter what’s she says she will pay for her crime then he leaves never to go back later that day he walks into the police station and reports the matter at hand he is told to come back tomorrow morning at 10am to give a statement later that night two police officers come round to interview Paul they wanted to clear this matter up fast as it is a serious accusation after Paul tells them that Doreen keeps Matilda confused using high amounts of lemon juice giving her urine infections and sore throat the urine infection makes her confused like she has dementia ,so she can steal her money, Paul thinks it was funny how the two policemen didn’t write a statement out only jotted notes in there pad book then the left, they called back the very next morning saying Matilda is fine Doreen isn’t stealing money as Matilda said she would give it to her if she asked but then they stated they could arrest Paul for hurting Matilda and Doreen when he lost his temper but the two ladies in question don’t want to press charges , as the police left one turned to Paul and said all you have is a bunch of conspiracy theories running around in his head its best you stay away from Matilda’s from now on or we will arrest you so think on, then they left. This drove Paul nuts he gave the police proof of all the receipts Doreen had taken money out the juice that makes her confused but no matter what Paul knows he just can’t prove it.

During the next year Matilda is in and out of hospital for falls and forgetting everyday things like going to the toilet, urinating herself, one fall was real bad as she fell on her face she broke her nose, her face was black and blue all over.

After this fall a lady that now delivers Matilda’s meals on wheels went round to Paul’s house, she stated she is worried about Matilda as since Paul has stopped visiting her, her health has gone down hill and all Doreen goes on about at work is Matilda, her money she goes on about the council and benefits she never show concern about Matilda’s heath its all about the money, she also tells paul she overheard Matilda on the phone to her solicitor she heard over load speaker saying she wanted to put another person in her will, the solicitor said he could only fit them in if he takes a percentage from Doreen to which Matilda said oh she wouldn’t like that one bit so let’s forget that shall we . Paul tells the lady to contact the police she agrees but never does.

Matilda has another two falls where she hits her head; Paul is angered when he finds out knowing he can’t do anything to help her to get away from her abuser called Doreen, Paul decides to watch the movement of comings and goings of Doreen to see any pattern, she seems to be visiting her several times a day at different times but without fail she turns up at 9pm every Friday night to put her to bed.

One morning Janet who is matilda’s morning carer knocks Pauls door she tells him her car has broken down, she needs it repaired as she is going on holiday with her family for 2 weeks next Saturday,  she asks if she could leave her keys with him so the mobile mechanic called Terry Lomas can pick them up from his as Matilda wouldn’t open the door to him anyway, Paul tells her that’s fine, when she leaves Paul takes an impression in a bar of soap of Matilda’s front door key that’s on Janet’s bunch of keys within 5 minutes Terry Lomas Arrives picks up the keys to tows Janet’s car away.

During that first week Paul buys a blank key along with a box of rubber gloves a black throw away boiler suit with hood, flat souled boots, socks, leather gloves, box of dust masks and a balaclava and 4 tubes of veet , the next Friday afternoon Paul sits in the bath he covers his body in veet he even does his nostrils he waits over 15 minutes which is way over the 5 minute it states on the packet he does this twice to make sure all the hair is removed from his body, then he showers he dresses in the boiler suit he puts on two dust masks with the balaclava on the pulls the hood up he then puts rubber gloves on then the leather gloves he then puts on the socks and boots, he look through the window it’s been raining for hours he waits for Doreen to arrive he watches, he waits till she arrives, she closes the curtains Paul leaves his house he walks into Matilda’s  garden opens the rear gate, he waits there for Doreen to turn all the lights off and leave, it’s still raining hard as Doreen drives up the road; Paul exits the rear garden he uses the key he cut himself using his dremel tool, he enters Matilda’s  house; he goes in; he wipes his feet on the magic carpet at the front door, he put a pair of shoe covers from the box on the stairs, he walks over  to Matilda bed in the downstairs front room he noticed that she is really frail compared to when he looked after her, he removes one of the pillows from under her head, she opens her eyes she looks straight into his eyes , he sees her smile, she says in a frail voice, I knew you would come, he places the pillow over her face she doesn’t struggle he holds it on for several minutes or so he then places the pillow under her head , she dead  but she is still smiling as Paul leaves he locks the door behind him and walks down the road in the rain to where he left his car, he drives down fen road to a secluded area where he changes his clothes and puts the others in a bag he drives home and burns the bag in his metal bin with a covered chimney on, with the rain the smoke shouldn’t be seen by anyone he hopes.

The next day Paul watches out the window as he sees Doreen arrives to wash and dress Matilda been’s Janet is away on holiday then the doctors arrives and finally the coroner he watches as Matilda’s body is taken away.

Two weeks go by , there is a knock at Pauls door when he opens it he sees the two policemen that came round last time, they ask Paul is it ok to come in and talk, Paul say yes by all means how can I help you, when inside one policeman says do you remember reporting a lady called Doreen taking money from a lady you once looked after called Matilda, Paul say yes what of it , the policeman replies well the coroner report stated foul play, Matilda was suffocated and that Doreen has been arrested for the murder of said lady, we have been through Matilda’s bank accounts we have notice money being taken in regular intervals at Tesco’s at mill road Cambridge, Doreen was caught on camera taking the money out, so would Paul come down to the station and give a statement to verify what went on during the time he looked after Matilda and that they were sorry they didn’t believe him when he first contacted them and that they hoped the circumstance’s was different but there not,  Paul smiles he says what we waiting for lets go, Paul leaves with the policemen to give his statement to finish Doreen once and for all.

The End

Thank you to Paul for sending this in.  Another interesting story.  For more of Paul's work, have a look at the story at: http://newsfromatlantis.blogspot.com/2018/07/ten-years-of-blogging-thanks-to-you-all.html

Tuesday, 31 July 2018

Ten Years of blogging! Thank you to Paul Dutton for marking this anniversary with his original manuscript

In the process of writing on this blog I have had the pleasure of meeting many interesting people. This month is a bit of an achievement for this blog.  It is now ten years since I wrote the first post on here.  Regular readers will have seen my many meanderings in the realms of conspiracy theories, politics and the like.  As the blog passes the ten year mark, it is fitting to thank all those I have come into contact with - new friendships made, new avenues of thought opened up, and old mistakes corrected (as well as doubtless new ones created!)

Five years ago - interestingly enough at the halfway point from the beginning of this blog to now - I came into contact with the author, Paul Dutton.  He sent me his manuscript for a very original piece of literature.  He has since updated his work and created two differing websites, with a vast amount of artwork, to go with his story.

To mark the tenth anniversary of this blog, Paul has kindly allowed me to publish his original manuscripts.  I hope that readers will take the time to read Paul's work as it began (below), and to visit his websites to see what is really very remarkable artwork.

The links for his websites are only a hyphen different in name, but are different in style, so both are worth looking at:


The original texts on my Google drive:

'My Struggle for Sanity' - a text written sincerely and openly, and deserving of respect.  A must for anyone considering having a vasectomy.

Thank you to Paul for sharing his work in its original pre-published form, and for his more polished work at the websites above.

Thank you to everyone who has been in touch over the past ten years.  I will not mention any names, as due to some of the content on here, that may be problematic for some people!  But thank you to you all.  Happy Tenth Anniversary!!

The full text of Paul's work, My Struggle for Sanity, is reproduced here:




My Struggle For Sanity

My name is Paul Dutton; I was born in Cambridge, England in 1965.

My struggle for sanity started after I decided to have a vasectomy back in 2006.

I was told the procedure was safe but hey, what do I know? I'm no doctor; I'm just the patient, the patient who only sleeps for two hours a day, the patient who can only sleep properly if he's totally medicated with anti-psychotics, anti-depressants and sleeping tablets which my psychiatrist prescribed. In some of our sessions she suggested that I may have a brain tumour, which then she suggested my pituitary gland had turned off producing testosterone, which I have to be injected with replacement testosterone every fourteen days.

She also said that I was broken and could never be fixed, but I could live my life comfortably on the cocktail of drugs. Unfortunately with or without all of these drugs my life is not comfortable, neither is it normal anymore.

As a result of all that’s happened to me strange thing happen.

I don't know if the side effects of what I'm taking and having injected raise the dark shadows i call phantoms that haunt me day and night, phantoms that torment me when I finally fall to sleep, phantoms that wake me up and sometimes hold me down hard to the bed so that I can't move.

It's like being paralyzed, when the only things I can do are see and hear. When the phantoms press on my chest, it's like being crushed in a vice, the jaws closing tighter and tighter until I can no longer breathe then they seem to release me. They have choked me, they awake me with the sensation as if forgetting how to swallow which makes me panic. They have even punched me in the throat and tried to suffocate me with a pillow. Doctors say that I do these things to myself but when I see the phantoms stand over my partner Nina, at night, I do as they say or they will do unthinkable things to her while she sleeps.

Invading her dreams they make everything seem so real. Perhaps it is all real and not in my head. The only time the phantoms leave me alone is when I'm studying what they tell me to, which is...I'll come back to that in a minute because my life has now changed for the better. It’s like, how can I explain this? Some people turn to god in their hour of need, I turned to a man that some would say is a god, walking among mortal men a name that will be revered until the end of time itself.

A name that strikes fear in the hearts of mortal men and this man's name is Adolf Hitler. I don't know why he became my savoir, perhaps the phantoms guided me to him but I feel safe when he is around me, like a child cradled and protected by his father.

I have studied everything he did in detail before and during World War Two and I have been consumed by him, I live and breathe everything that is Adolf Hitler. I have the knowledge in my head that would change the course of history, if only I could turn back time, What if I can turn back time? To time-travel so to speak. I recently received a parcel from my uncle Hans who lives in Germany. In the parcel was a letter along with a large oil painting, a design for a medal called "Zieg uber England" which I assume means Victory over England and also two diagrams of a pocket watch called the Designator.

When I read the letter, everything that has happened to me, I now realize was for a purpose, one true purpose that I will follow through until the very end, even if it means the end of me.

Tuesday, 26 June 2018

The Youtube Censorship continues: It is now 'inappropriate' to discuss RAPE GANGS

In my inbox, from Youtube...




Hi Knowledge Is Power,

As you may know, our Community Guidelines describe which content we allow and what we don’t allow on YouTube. Your video Muslamic Ray Guns = Islamic Rape Gangs. Liberals are sick. was flagged to us for review. Upon review, we’ve determined that it may not be suitable for all viewers and it has been placed behind an age restriction.

Video content restrictions

If a video contains violent or graphic content that appears to be posted in a shocking, sensational, or disrespectful manner, it's less likely to be allowed on YouTube. We also don't allow content that’s intended to incite violence or encourage dangerous activities. We review content on a case by case basis and will only make limited exceptions for appropriate educational, documentary, artistic, and scientific contexts, where the purpose of posting is clear.

In light of this, we ask that uploaders post as much information as possible in the title and description of their video to help us and viewers understand the primary purpose of the video. Please note, even with this additional context, it's still not acceptable to post violent or gory content that's primarily intended to be shocking, sensational, or disrespectful and this type of content is prohibited on YouTube. Learn more here.

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Thursday, 31 May 2018

Outrageous Fiction Pushed as History: Holstein's fable of Auschwitz, Masturbation Machines and Wolves

Book Claims Nazis Used Masturbation Machines on Jews and a Wolf Saved Them

Jewish Children Escape Auschwitz And Live With Wolves
Bernie Holstein and his friends
Wolves protect the Jewish children
This is the story of an Australian Jew, named Bernard Holstein, who gets tattooed, claims he was an Auschwitz survivor, and writes a holocaust novel.
The book becomes a best seller. It turns out he never left Australia, and the publishing company has to pull all the books.
Stolen Soul, pages 132-133
Set Stage: Holstein escaped from Auschwitz twice. This scene has him hiding in a cave with his two friends.
Quote:
I opened my eyes; the wolves were back, coming in through the entrance to the cave. One went straight to the cubs; she had something in her mouth. The other came towards us, growling softly, until he was directly in front of us. We cowered back into one another. Suddenly with an almighty heave, the wolf vomited. I stared in horror, recoiling.
“I think he wants us to eat that,” said Erhardt.
“What! Are you nuts?” exclaimed Mikhail. “Are you going to eat that slime?” he turned to me.
“I don’t know, I am so hungry.”

“Yeuch!” I reached over and picked up a bit. It was slimy but not foul or smelly. I put it in my mouth.
Well?” asked Erhardt.
“It’s fine, it doesn’t have a different taste to anything really. Try it. At least it’s food.”
“How can this happen?” wondered Erhardt as he took a mouthful. “Do you think that God has provided this for us?”
“Mikhail, try it. It’s not bad at all. It’s not even sandy even though the wolf vomited it up on the sand.”
Gingerly, he reached out and ate what the wolf had deposited for us.
“What has God got in store for us?” asked Erhardt suddenly, “is he saving us for something special or just looking out for us?

A Wolf leads them to stream
“Look at the wolf,” said Mikhail suddenly. The wolf was standing at the cave entrance, looking at us and making small noises. “Okay, farm boy, what now?”
I laughed, “I think he wants us to go with him. Maybe he wants us out of his cave.”
“Let’s follow him and see what happens,” suggested Erhardt.
We followed that wolf to a small stream where we drank. The water was fresh and pure, being one of the numerous streams that form in the mountains from melting snow and run in rivulets down to the valley. Unspoiled by human interference there is no purer water in the entire world. We put our faces in the stream, feeling the cold refreshing water washing away all the dirt and pain of the last few years.
I watched it all as though from afar, could see myself drinking at that stream, laughing with Erhardt and Mikhail, and all the while the wolf sat silently and patiently beside us. I saw his eyes, deep and dark and vanished into them once more.
Holstein, Erhardt and Mikhail then go back to the cave and the wolf pack. They sleep and then awaken to find the wolves gone.

Holstein is recaptured and subjected to Masturbation Machines
In Stolen Soul Holstein talks about how Nazi doctors attempted to prove Aryan superiority by collecting Jewish semen with masturbating machines that often killed their subjects.
Quote…(page 117)
But we never gave in, not really; there was that one time just before liberation but other than that we were strong. We would see the boys they put on those masturbating machines just drop, just die, right there in front of us. The absolute cruelty was beyond our belief.
That they could do these things to us, that human beings were doing it to other human beings… and we would hobble back to camp with painfully swollen scrotums whimpering: “Don’t bump me! Please, just don’t touch me!”

This book was actually published
These poor children survived life threatening Nazi masturbating machines at Auschwitz. They then discover a compassion and sensitivity in a pack of wolves not exhibited by their Nazi guards. It makes a person want to cry.
It’s really a shame Holstein was exposed as a fraud because he captures the horror of Auschwitz so beautifully — and within the madness of the Holocaust finds redemption in a pack of wolves.
Adding credibility to Holstein is that his book Stolen Soul was distributed by the University of Western Australia Press.
Basically Earnst Zundel was murdered because he refused to believe this.

Tuesday, 22 May 2018

Hitler's List: A Film Spielberg will never make

Ernest Hess, Hitler's WW1 Commanding Officer

Stephen Spielberg's work of Fiction, Schindler's List, is taught in schools as fact - making a mockery of an already dumbed-down education system.  


The ridiculous holocaust propaganda - mobile gas vans, telephone boxes disguised as gas chambers, electrocution swimming pools, the amazing Auschwitz from which more people 'survived' than entered! - none of it stands up to scrutiny, which is why it is illegal in so many countries to question an obvious tissue of lies.

Schindler's List is typical of the hysterical anti-nazi stuff, focusing on emotion, not fact.  If Stephen Spielberg wanted to make a film about a man who really did make an amazing contribution to the well-being of Jewish people, he could do no better than to look at Adolf Hitler.

Hitler is acknowledged as having personally intervened to make sure that his Great War Company Commander, Ernest Hess, did not have to undergo the embarrassment of being made to use the name 'Israel', as required by the neo-Talmudic Nazi Race Laws.  More than this, he ensured the man kept his military pension and was honoured as a war hero.  But more than this one man, Hitler did loads for Jews in the German military.


"Although the exact number of Mischlinge who fought for Germany during World War II cannot be determined, they probably numbered more than 150,000." (Rigg, Mark. Hitler’s Jewish Soldiers, University Press of Kansas, 2002).  Hitler and the Nazi Party decided who was and wasn't Jewish, adding at least 150,000 servicemen to Hitler's List.


On the 7th August, 1933, leaders of the Zionist movement concluded a controversial pact with the Third Reich which, in its various forms, transferred some 60,000 Jews and $100 million– over $1 billion in today's money – to Palestine. In return, Zionists would halt the worldwide Jewish-led anti-nazi boycott that threatened to topple the Hitler regime in its first year. Ultimately, the Transfer Agreement saved lives, rescued assets, and seeded the infrastructure of the Jewish State. The Yekkes (German-speaking Jews) were the foundation of Israel - and many were honoured for their Great War military service, by the German Consulate in Jerusalem with medals and certificates with the Swastika and Star of David side by side.  Hitler saw to this.


Hitler built Israel, emboldened Zionism and wrecked Europe. It may be that he was acting on inner instincts, being as he was, non-Aryan.  Analysis of the DNA of Hitler's relatives has found that:

“Norbert H.” Tests were then conducted to reveal the samples’ principal haplogroups, which are sets of chromosomes that geneticists use to define specific populations....Mulders reported that the relatives’ most dominant haplogroup, known as E1b1b, is rare in Western Europeans but common among North Africans, and particularly the Berber tribes of Morocco, Algeria, Libya and Tunisia. It is also one of the major founding lineages of the Jewish population, present in 18 to 20 percent of Ashkenazi Jews and 8.6 to 30 percent of Sephardic Jews. In other words, Hitler’s family tree may have included Jewish and African ancestors. (Source: Knack, Belgium,18th August 2010).

So if you're reading this Stephen, make a film about Adolf the Great, Founder of Israel. It would be based on reality, not fiction - so something new for you to try for once!