I found the stress of the week had built up inside of me and I did something that I rarely do. I don't really know what it was that forced my decision to do it, but I thought fuck it and took the plunge. I found a dolphin and I swam with it. That's right. It was fucking exhilarating in all it's glory and I can highly recommend it once in a while. In fact I took a picture, feast your lying eyes on the beauty below.
OK, so it wasn't a real dolphin, but afterwards I felt that something had shifted inside of me and it wasn't the vegetable Jalfrazi from the night before. Whilst I lay there, basking in the bubbles and with my little blue friend floating around looking content I began to ponder some of life's' many mysteries and wondered if we would ever really understand this social experiment that we call society.
I pondered so fucking hard that my retinas felt like they had been detached from my eyeballs, and after I had pondered, I pondered some more. I hit the jacuzzi function in the tub and lay there thinking how we reached this point in time. A time when people are willing to accept just about any fucking thing that their lying ass government says to them. It really perplexed me, on a grandiose fucking scale.
I thought, how is it that we even still have a government, how is it that when all is said and done and we know that we have been lied to and duped, that we still turn to this corrupted asinine group of pricks and allow them any kind of influence in our lives. How the fuck is that??
I dug deep for my answers, in fact I dug so deep that it spoke to me with a fucking Australian accent and this is what it told me:
"G'day, ya bunch of fuckin' idiots. There is no system that can help you if you cannot help your goddamned self. If you choose to put up with the fucking bullshit which happens every single day, then you're your own worst enemy. Take a fucking stand, stop being a pro-crastinating mekoid and say something, have a fucking voice, don't hold back and most importantly, don't take any shit from anyone, ever, especially from your fucking government."
I was shocked yet inexplicably pleasured by what my inner psyche was telling me. After translating the brutish Aussie accent into soft delicate tones that my brain could coherently understand it told me to dedicate more time to speaking my mind, forget giving a fuck about who thinks what, write that which comes to mind but write that shit fast and write it double fucking hard. At least that was my interpretation of it.
So with this in mind, I managed to shuffle a few things around in my life to allow me ultimate penetration power on the intardnets. I am going to become a full-time part-time blogger. Yes, you heard it right. I like oxymorons.
I am seeing some very dubious activity recently hitting this shitty blog and this roughly translates to someone, somewhere being ear-pricked by some of the tripe that I have posted. I won't go into specifics, they know who they are, but I will end by saying that something inside of me has been lifted, no wait, it's been fucking released. I've come to the conclusion that I was afraid, only slightly so, but I was afraid. I'm not sure what it was that I was afraid of and it's a very peculiar feeling, but I have been holding back.
Take note of the past tense motherfuckers. Fear just got a back seat.
How low can you get, I mean really? Posing as charity workers and collecting money from the general public using collection cans whilst planning to use the donated cash to fund and commit atrocities on the innocent people of Britain in a coordinated and ruthless set of attacks.
Irfan Naseer, 31, Irfan Khalid, 27, and Ashik Ali, 27, pictured below, were foiled in their attempts, due to some excellent policing. These fuckers were caught literally red handed, with bomb making equipment and detailed plans being found at their apartment. Mi5 and Special Branch were knee deep investigating these cretins for more than 15 months.
The three convicted wanted to create a new landmark date of horror that would surpass the 2005 London bombings and as a ‘revenge for everything’. They plotted to use bombs and guns, attach knives to cars and drive them into crowds (a tactic they called ‘the Ultimate Mowing Machine’) and even to smear poison on random car door handles. Just fucking sickening.
This wily crew, who lived on government benefits, tricked members of the public into funding their potential operations by posing as street collectors for Muslim Aid during Ramadan. They managed to raise more than £12,000 but went on to lose £9,000 in just five days after gambling on the stock exchange in an attempt to boost their coffers.
"The jury heard that the security services had the men under such close surveillance that they recorded them laughing and joking about their plans and how they did not need to worry about their car's MOT test, because they would be dead by the time it expired. The three men were found guilty of 12 counts of preparing for acts of terrorism between December 2010 and their arrest in September 2011."
Sentencing is likely to be carried out in April or May 2013 and all three are expected to receive a minimum of life (25 years) imprisonment. I hope you fucking rot.
Listen to this King's College educated BBC penge minge Sophie Raworth pushing the establishment line of "protest vote", after the UKIP's recent success of the party coming second in the Eastleigh by-election.
Protest vote my ass, people are fucking sick of the shit that's happening today in U.K. politics, they want change. People who vote UKIP are not merely giving a middle finger protest vote, they truly feel that the core values of the UKIP are the only way to make sufficient and needed progression. In fact, that's why the Independent Party are getting my vote, too. BBC assholes.
In fact, my whole family voted UKIP and most of the people I know also have. Farage and his camp are consistent in their values and reasoning and say shit like it is, which is pretty fucking much the only way to go. The leftist U.K. establishment are terrified of Nigel Farage and rightly so, and lest we forget, these days the Tories ARE leftist too.
The image below outlines some of the more elusive tax dodging kingpins. When contacted by U.K. based watchdogs asking for comment, the CEOs of these FTSE 100 pieces of shit do not even have the fucking courtesy to reply. By working for or using the services of these anti-legal, progressively sickening pricks, you are complicit and accepting of the way that they do business.
Companies which are not in the least ashamed of how they operate their financial taxation are listed below. Comment given by each of these corporate giants is that their practices fall well within the law. While this is correct, it still doesn't make it ethical.
Google is there at the top of the list of alleged tax avoiders. Google paid just £6m in tax in 2011 on a UK turnover of £2.6bn. That fact was, of course, brought to you with the help of Google. I'm mildly embarrassed to be writing this on a Google owned blog.
"Sometimes we must join the beast in order to defeat the beast. I have avoided Google as much as possible for years now and use only the email connected to this blog for the purpose of writing on this blog. Semi boycotted. Yes, I know that I'm a hijo de la chingada, but so are you." -Me
Facebook – £238,000 in corporation tax in 2011 on U.K. revenue of £175m, according to analysts. I have no idea fucking what Facebook is or what it is used for other than the obvious tool of unscrupulous intelligence agencies to gather private data on as many people as possible. Boycotted.
Amazon, which pays its tax in Luxembourg and in 2010 paid just €5.5m on a whopping turnover of €7.5bn? I really like Amazon for its speed and cheapness. Presumably it is cheap in part because it pays its taxes in Luxembourg, and I've been complicit in the deal. Until I see some change in their shoreline policies, I have abandoned my account. Boycotted.
Apple, which reduces its U.K. tax bill by basing its European headquarters in Ireland, has figured less prominently than the other four U.S. multinationals in tax campaigners' sights, but it is now under the spot-light, with some tax experts suggesting that while its accounts show U.K. turnover of just over £1bn, a more realistic figure is £6.7bn. Yes, I am a little hypocritical weasel to be typing this on an Apple computer.
"I am looking to purchase a new computer in the coming weeks, I have £3500.00 to spend. I won't be going back to Apple, that's for fucking certain. Boycotted." -Me
Vodafone, which U.K. Uncut alleges obtained a very favourable tax settlement that left £6bn in back taxes unpaid. My contract with Vodaphone just ended, I won't be renewing it no matter which phone they continue to offer me for free. Boycotted.
Boots, another target for U.K. Uncut after moving its headquarters to Switzerland in 2008. In 2009-10, Boots paid just £14m on profits of £475m, equivalent to 3%. Vehemently Boycotted.
"Me, who worked hard, sometimes 15 hours per day, relocated to fulfil my employment obligations at the whim of a bureaucrat, has 2 children to feed, a wife who loves Gucci, and a government who likes to slip their proverbial cock into crevices which only God himself should see, earned £112,000 and paid 40% taxation whether I liked it or not."
I know that I'm a private citizen and I do not fall under the same taxation law as corporations, but it is still worthy of comparison. Something is seriously a foot here and I am pretty disgusted with the state of affairs, as should you fucking be. This list of law-wise taxbreakers goes on and will continue to grow, until the rules written by governments desperate to have multinationals doing business in their countries wherever they base themselves for tax purposes, ceases.
The unspoken corporate argument is that these companies are providing employment and their employees are paying tax, and that the little matter of corporate taxation can be largely overlooked.
Marginally understandable perhaps in these straitened economic times, but unfair on companies that do operate in one tax jurisdiction rather than move to whichever country offers the most favourable tax regime.
A Canadian man who found himself the victim of basal-cell carcinoma (skin cancer for the numbtards) started to use cannabis to relieve himself of his symptoms. Upon experimenting with this medicinal plant he came to the conclusion that it would best be suited to his illness in a highly concentrated form. Thus, the Rick Simpson oil was born. I won't go into more detail before you have had chance to see this powerful video below, then I'll continue to discuss with you just why BIG pharma doesn't want you to know.
I told you that the video was powerful, but not just to the observer. The video is sending a very clear message through our global social networking sites stating very simply, we will not stand for your (BIG pharma) shit any longer. Canadian resident Simpson has personally helped thousands of people alleviate themselves from cancer and other health hindrances. He has gathered a strong following online and continues to this day to do what it is that he does best, cure people.
I do not want Simpson's quest to be misrepresented here so I'll be very clear. This man does not accept money from the people he helps, of course he accepts donations but if you cannot afford to contribute, that's OK, his main unconditional concern is that you heal and beat your affliction.
With the recent laws being changed in Washington state and Colorado, in the U.S.A, that of legalising cannabis for recreational use, it is now no surprise that Canada are looking at policy reform themselves. The time is upon us now where the truth about this medicinal plant can no longer be kept a secret by the corporate criminal beasts and with the free flow of information on the internet already available on this subject, it's a wonder that governments worldwide have not reformed their policies long ago.
Rick Simpson's information is the best collection of testimonial evidence to support this medicinal plant to date. His video has gone viral and millions of people worldwide have reproduced this oil and have had success curing themselves from the comfort of their own home. If you don't believe what I'm saying (which you shouldn't, who the fuck am I after all?) then I suggest you do some research and see for yourself. This medicine does not just cure most cancers, it also works on a huge variety of other dilapidating illnesses. It's remarkable.
Now, I'm going to share my story with you, it's short, sweet but powerful, at least for my family. You might not give a fuck about it and you might be of the idea that only hippies, chavs and liberals use cannabis but I hope that you take something away from my tale, something to bolster your already well educated feral minds.
I have a friend who was 'in the know' about this and knew what he knew for some years before sharing it with me. It wasn't until I had gotten to the stage of choice of therapy that I was sat down and given the lowdown. What I learned that day was that certain corporate powers exist whom are hell-bent on withholding this information from their global constituents. These pharmaceutical companies seek to profit from their own brands of snake oils as much as possible before the straw that breaks the camels back, and before the disclosure of this clean and safe healing medicine can make headlines around the world. It was the feeling from this 'deep throat' that they intend to get every possible penny out of cancer patients and people with health issues in general.
Operation Lifesaver
So in 2010 I was diagnosed with advanced stage four liver cancer. The cancer had metastasised to my bowels and colon and without treatment I was given six months to live. Even with radiation or chemotherapy the odds were stacked against me, and although I was told that they could probably contain and control the illness, they said that I would never be far from a hospital ever again, needing constant treatment on a weekly basis.
I was diagnosed in the November of 2010 and by April 20th 2011 (420 for you sharp cats out there) I was on the medicine that we had created and my healing process was under-way. The video below tells the brief story of my medicines' creation which is a process similar to that used by Canadian Rick Simpson. It entails stripping the cannabis plant of it's THC and concentrating it into an ingestible oil product which can be administered orally or topically, depending on your form of cancer.
My wife didn't understand, as much as I had tried to educate her on the facts of what I had intended to do, her adolescent state brainwashing prevented her from truly comprehending what lay ahead. She supported me but at the same time was worried that I was being fed nonsense which was eating up the valuable time that I potentially had left in this world. She vehemently attempted to get me to go down the 'traditional' path of chemo/radiation which eventually pushed me to relocate for twelve months and live in isolation to deal with my illness alone, or at least with only a very small group of people knowing what we were about to embark on.
It was not a fun time for anyone involved, but I trust my sources and had already done my own homework.
I had, by December 2010, already consulted with several biochemists, who by trade knew what they were talking about, and as a note, if I named them here and they were asked about this, they would deny complete knowledge because their careers and quite possibly their lives' would teeter on the very edge of extinction. I have been asked to keep their names free of exposure and I will adhere to this agreement, until the grave if needs be. So as I'm sure that you can ascertain by now, the information I was given regarding this miraculous medicine was private research done by multi-national corporate interests.
Ergo, they knew what they were hiding but profit meant more than human life itself, at least to the guys at the top of the capstone. I had consulted with various and sundry other close connections who helped pave the way and secure my haven to heal. It was an auspicious time. I had actually chosen to operate in complete secrecy away from the western world and far from prying eyes and law enforcement. I segregated myself from friends, family and work, then found a safe haven where I thought I could complete the task ahead of me. I was literally living in the jungle during this ordeal.
I hope that you enjoy my little story below, and if you don't like the music, mute it. Fuckers.
My last check up with the oncologist was a very emotional one. Both family and doctor were left standing scratching their collective heads. I am 100% cancer free and have been this way since the last computed tomography (CT) scans. I can recommend this therapy to anyone who wants to heal themselves, has the resources to do so and lives in a place where cannabis laws are lax or non-existant.
Thank you for reading and watching my shit. Now let's get some fucking solidarity and share this around so that others may have the choice to inform themselves and their loved ones that we can indeed perform 'miracles'.
A friend of mine who knows the story of how I beat my 'terminal' cancer was out and about yesterday and spotted some graffiti on a traffic signalling box. Upon closer inspection he noticed the relevance of it and so he whizzed home and got his camera and took these shots.
It's put a delightful glow on me this evening as I'm sitting here, and it gives me hope that people are really doing their own research into this whole affair. Because I'm feeling so fucking happy at this prospect, I'm going to share my own little story in an upcoming post. Stay tuned.
I earnestly hope, I pray, that the events which transpired in the early hours of this morning are seen and read here by the sackless assailant.
So I was away with the fairies, dreaming of a world without tyrannous government rule, when at 3:08AM GMT I was awakened by a din loud enough to deafen even the most leechiest of chavs. Without second thinking I rose from my slumber and walked to the window. I pulled the curtain and saw three twenty-something IC1 males walking off with various parts of the roadworks which have been recently installed to fix a gas pipe.
The roadworks and note the red and white striped PVC lengths
I opened my window and yelled at them, something along the lines of, "Oi you nasty little scrotes, how would you like it if I came around to your house in the middle of the night waking you from your beauty sleep?", to which the reply was thus:
"Fuck off granddad or we'll put your front window in!" -Spineless Chav
Surprised by their jibes, and being far from a granddad, I sniggered, thought back to when I was a teenager, shook my head then squeezed out a short, sharp fart and pulled the curtains. I then slowly shuffled back to my warm comfortable bed. Just as I was reaching to turn off the bedside light there was an almighty CRASH which reverberated through the structure of our house. My brain's reaction was, "Oh no they didn't?", and then my heart kicked in and I threw on some trousers and proceeded to dress like a whippet whilst clambering down the stairs.
Damaged sign, but garage door like Fort Knox
Once I had managed to put my shoes on and open the door, I noticed a road sign which had been hurled up against my garage door. I turned 45 degrees to my left and saw these pieces of shit continuing to pull the roadworks apart and mindlessly go on to throw them into the giant crater which had been previously dug the day before. I yelled again. "Granddad's here, come and sit on my knee, motherfucker."
Obviously this did nothing in my favour and the pack of three walked over to me, roadworks and all. As I was attempting to explain the finer points of being an upstanding citizen, out of nowhere came a blow to my head from the right which I immediately reacted to, dropping to my left knee, momentarily assessing what the actual fuck, then raising a stern right hand uppercut into the groin of the sucker punching little cretin who had struck me in the face with a seven foot piece of PVC barrier.
I was surprised that I wasn't group jumped at that moment and we all seemed to freeze in time. I sprung to my feet and then continued to administer my tirade of verbal correctiveness. As I seemed to be making progress with the more sober of the two, the wheezing and flustered shithead who had tried to copulate with my fist rose to his feet spluttering and attempting to string together a sentence.
I kept the corner of my eye on him and was just about to walk away back to the comfort of my increasingly cooling bed when he thought he would have another shot at me. Unfortunately for him I kind of knew it was coming and countered with an elbow to his front teeth. He went down again.
At this point both of his girly friends (who were actually taller than me and I'm 183 cm) decided that they didn't want any of it and backed up. They told 'Marcus' to get up and together they steadily retreated off of our property and into the darkness. I caught a glimpse of them walking past a street lamp propping their buddy up and decided to retire myself once more.
With the adrenaline flowing through me like a racing chariot I was actually unable to get straight back to sleep so I decided to call the local police to inform them of what had happened and how I had only acted in self defence towards these miscreants. The police officer on the telephone was actually very understanding and while he didn't condone my behaviour, he did tell me that I had acted accordingly and within the bounded scope of the law.
I had a visit from the police this morning and they took a brief statement of events and I gave them a cup of sweet tea and a small plate of chocolate Digestives. -Me
My final message to the less than intelligent chimp who thought he could take on a 3rd dan (三段/参段) black belt in Judo, if you're ever in the area again, please do feel free to come around and get your tooth back.
