It is all about the cheerleaders the Satanic cheerleaders there are cheerleaders cheerleaders and there is Satan as well Satan cheerleaders and Satan as well with cheerleaders with cheerleaders they work for Satan they gyrate for him Satan they dance for him Satan they thrill they become orgasmic and fulfilled to an exquisite ejaculation they march and they drill they emit the football representing there the decapitated head of the common man destroyed laid bare and in every goal dead in the game a ritual describing the supremacy of the father of lies Satan the degeneracy Satan the mother of death Satan the giver of insanity Satan cheerleaders mockery.

Talking to people here I have sensed a fairly prevalent failure in some, to apprehend the simple fact that a writer can represent attitudes and modes that are other than those personally experienced as the self. In this categorical error, the possibility of satire, or irony or ambiguity or subtlety is finally eliminated. Such facts become unobtainable or even unknowable as possible states. Where I have critiqued, examined and exposed some aspects of contemporary misogyny and the signal complicity of some women in that misogyny in a few of my pieces developed with a natural extemporaneous satirical/ironical drive - I have been perceived by some to be a crude and a basic and a pathologically affected simpleton. I have been reviled. I have been attacked. I have been degraded. I have been threatened. I have supplied many beautiful things to this group - exquisite pieces of Art - but because of a lack of sophistication or at least, because of an insufficient and a narrow sensibility in a few vocal doom mongers - I am now created as ‘public enemy number one’. This outcome conforms to my sense of the failure of conscience and of consciousness that characterizes our mute and speechless society in this time, and which taxes me hourly and momently by its incredible and outrageous and devastating fact. But why have I been noticed here at all? Why do people suddenly know my name? I know the answer. It is because I have acquired and I have retained the power of speech. Speech is the outcome of the interaction of life, spontaneity and judgement. Speech requires originality, fearlessness and indifference to the result. This is speech. Speech can be an affront to the speechless - the morally impotent. This is what I have discovered for myself when I have said my piece. ####I. In my sense now, ‘vaccinated’ does not refer to a physical fact or outcome - but rather to a spiritual one. Vaccination represents the submission of agency and of autonomy involved in the deprivation of the natural human right to health and safety. The vaccine involves the failure of consciousness in the human body and the abandonment of human authenticity. Human originality is denied in the vaccine. The right to human life is abolished. Having recently witnessed the Simoom of despair which has exasperated and exhausted humanity into its present contagious and contaminated indisposition, the sudden and the simultaneously emergent phenomenon into our lives by the emergency actuation of centrally intelligent vital intention inaugurating the general and the prevalent adoption of Yoga Pant style garments by our women, this outcome has not been received by me as any sort of an auspicious augury or even as any source of any supply of erotic spastic ejaculatory relief whatsoever, but rather the coincidence in our lives of the yoga pant with the vaccine has been apprehended by me as an intentional and as a purposeful humiliation ritual of affirmation of failure and of feminine subordination perpetrated upon women and then by women as a self inflicted symbolic axe representing the death of the feminine Archetype as final carrier of meaning into manifestation. A betrayal. The denial of the real origin of our lives in the multivalent presentation of the putative vital simulacra presenting now in society, as a systematically imposed and compulsory gestalt - ‘vaccine’ and ‘buttocks’ - this is a crude and remorseless blade of artificiality which has swept at us in a deadly pincer movement. Vaccines and female buttocks have cut with a stripping blast of horror and becoming as a source of bewildering and terminal fascination into our time now. What have women’s arses to do with the covid - 19 pandemic that is a good question however I have devised and I have divined an undeniable and a compelling connection between women’s arses and the Covid - 19 pandemic and it does not look good not at all now does it the terrible and the inevitable intimate connection between the women’s arses and the Covid - 19 pandemic let me explain to your ears fashion and death emerge as the same thing in all this the rotting away of the life into decomposed filth the woman’s arse today it is a song of a terminal finality and of tears those female buttocks sing just as they laughingly danced a patriotic rhythm a spastic shitting paroxysm to the tinkling tune of the vaccination needle and now within the yoga pant those buttocks they strive they fathom they languish and they dwell and they are not suave or decent vaccinated female buttocks they ring like two lemon bells the woman’s arse vaccinated a ticket to hell.