The Daily Mail today has story after story about some drunken bimbo who sucked a load of men’s danglies for a cheap drink. It is a nothing story. She was not forced or coerced into it, it was something she agreed to do.
A very silly thing to do, from a microbiologist’s point of view. It’s a game of STD roulette. One cheap cocktail isn’t going to kill off any cock-bugs she might now have festering away in her mouth. The woman is an idiot and, frankly, a tart, but she did nothing illegal. Neither did those who organised this Bacchanalian bukakke session.
I could never understand the point of bukakke. But then it is Japanese, and they do a lot of things that make me go ‘Huh?’ It’s a country I could visit for a year and be constantly amazed from dawn to dusk every single day.
Yeah, it’s true, being able to name the actual beasties involved in STDs and having books describing the symptoms – with colour pictures and all – does tend to limit your sex life somewhat. I’m not at the stage of spraying women down with bleach or vigorously rubbing them with olive oil before touching them (well, not unless they insist) but I don’t think I’d be keen on kissing a girl who has tasted tadgers at a rate of ten a minute. Having to fill out a risk assessment and wait for the lab results would rather take the edge off the occasion.
Yet it was her choice, there was no evidence of force or coercion, so it’s really not a story at all.
Buried in a little box amongst all this tittilation was another story entirely. Something that really should have been regarded as far more important than a silly tart who’d do anything for a cocktail.
It was a quick and amateur burial for the Birmingham story and the loose floozy seems to have dropped off the radar already. The street battle in Birmingham has scrolled well down the page anyway, no need to worry about that one any more. There is something much bigger to bury. This one will not be a shallow grave, this one will need a fleet of diggers and several tons of concrete.
The last glowing ember of the Savilator’s pyre ignited a paedo frenzy in the authorities. An unstoppable witch-hunt of the old and the dead. Those who could not remember and those who could not speak. It has now reached the level where Leonard Rossiter’s decayed remains stand accused of witnessing an assault – not of committing any assault – while those who allegedly carried out the assault remain unnamed. Their families have no money. No point chasing them.
The ‘conspiraloons’ have long spoken of a paedophile ring at the highest levels of government and have been routinely brushed aside. Now it seems Leon Brittan once had in his possession a dossier detailing the dodgy doings of Paedominster. The conspiraloons were right (again). He handed this dossier to someone else who promptly lost it. Oh, but the Paedofinder General has heard of this now and demands its recovery. Potentially, this could cause the absolute collapse of the government. Cameron is already suffering the shame of Coulson imprisoned for being a prat, and of a different close aide found with masses of child filth on his computer. More of this, he definitely does not need. This is a story that will have to be buried so deep that even Satan’s champion hot-rock-burrowing pet mole can’t find it.
But how? The whole of the MSM has been agitated to report every accusation that someone once looked askance at a pre-teen. The Leonard Rossiter case, in which he was accused of not actually doing anything but of seeing something possibly-sexual take place on the set of a film called ‘year of the sex olympics’, proves this point. The thinnest of threads is enough to make a connection to Paedogeddon.
Back in 1640’s England, Matthew Hopkins, Witchfinder General, took the sight of a mole or birthmark as a sign of the devil’s touch. Anyone sporting a third nipple, a common extra bit on humans (even I have one), must be using it to suckle their familiars (I have never owned a cat). His drones used a stage-knife with a sliding blade to ‘prove’ that the witch did not bleed when stabbed. Where there were no thin threads to grasp, the Witchfinders simply made one up.
Speak out against them, as several modern celebrities have found, and you must be a witch too.
All that stuff about witches sailing in sieves and flying on brooms and dancing naked in the moonlight was all made up. I know the New Agers and the Gerald Gardner followers think they have to be naked in the woods but seriously – at the end of October in Aberdeen? Get stuffed.
It was all made up. Not by the ‘witches’, who were subjected to tortures that would have made anyone confess to being the inventor of ringworm or accepting the blame for it being dark at night. These stories were invented at the trials of the ‘witches’. By witnesses for the prosecution. Then, as now, there was no claim too absurd for the drones to accept. Nobody ever thought to ask ‘but if they are so powerful, why haven’t we all been turned into frogs by now?’ Then again, this was an era when field mice were put on trial for eating crops… not that humanity has progressed all that much.
So when the paedofinders get wind of actual, documented evidence rather than just the word of someone remembering something someone might or might not have done half a century ago, naturally they are very interested indeed. This is the big one, the primary coven, the centre of the modern witch’s power. The thing is, it’s not in the BBC after all. That distraction has failed. It’s in government.
This is going to take serious burying and there are going to be sacrifices held up as new distractions. Big sacrifices. It has already begun.
There’ll be more because the very idea of the merest possibility of the existence of evidence of institutional kiddie-fiddling at the highest level is not going to just go away. Oh no, there is a wave of witch-frenzy in the land once more and those witches must be caught. It is going to take some very big distractions indeed to shift the proles’ attention. Another round of ‘wine cures/causes cancer’ isn’t going to do it. This calls for the full Winston Smith Room 101 experience – ‘Don’t do it to me, do it to [them]’.
They are trying the ‘silencing’ approach – via Olde Holborn on Farcebok I see that Google UK has been told to censor some results on searches concerning Leon Brittan and the paedofile. Searches in other countries are not affected. Brittan himself has been accused of a long-ago rape. Is there anyone in Government not involved in this?
The increasingly bizarre claims about the Savilator (there is one on YouTube claiming he was a wizard – no, really) have all been accepted without question. Even the ones where he was demonstrably somewhere else at the time. Gary Glitter was caught fair and square and spent time in a Cambodian prison for it, but everything on the Savilator came out after his death. Some of it is probably true, but much of it is definitely not. Yet no attempt is made to differentiate between the real and the rumour.
Now there a whiff of documented evidence, the CPS must have it. They have been embarrassed time and again after dragging a celebrity into court only to have them acquitted. A few cases have stuck but most have failed. Starting with real documents would be an enormous coup for them and taking down some big names on the basis of actual evidence for a change would do much to restore their credibility.
The political class and their puppeteers in grey suits must do everything they can to squash this story. They will shed one unworthy cause after another and throw them to the wolves to sate the blood-lust coming for them. They have started with the Cult of the Green God but that is only the beginning. There will be more.
Don’t be distracted and don’t be placated. These are the people who pass laws saying that cartoons are real children, that baby photos are obscenities, that any contact with any child at any time – even by another child – is a sexual assault. They are the ones who steal children in secret courts. They are the ones who have brought upon us a society where adults dare not approach a crying child in the street for fear of arrest amid cries of ‘Witch!’. Show no sympathy for them. They have none for you.
Years ago, ‘Common Purpose’ was just a conspiracy theory. It turned out to be real. Then there were all these tales of government grabbing children for their own perverted pleasures. They were a persistent conspiracy theory but, like most, I considered them too horrible to be true. And yet… and yet… here we have an ex-Home Secretary admitting to the existence of a detailed file on the subject, which he was instrumental in ‘disappearing’.
Is it true? Could it be? Is this the reason why councils have child-harvesting quotas? Are some proportion of those harvests being taken as taxation by snakes in suits?
If it is so, the evidence will be in those current government fads being thrown to the wolves one by one. If true, the politicians have no choice but to shoot down bigger and bigger game to hide behind. If true, and the politicians don’t make it obvious by those sacrificial offerings, there will be no distraction in the way of the frenzied mob.
If it’s not true, of course, there would be no need at all to suddenly backtrack on anything.
They say that when you are in a hole you should stop digging. It looks like the hole they need for this story will require considerable digging. It’ll be a very deep hole indeed.
When they’ve dug it, will they be able to get out of it?
You know, if you wanted to utterly control someone who was ostensibly in power, what would be the best way to do it? Get them involved in something that, if it was ever made public, would destroy them utterly. As long as you are the only one who knows about it you have total control. But if it leaks…
Someone, somewhere, might well be running for cover right now.