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The System

Once upon a time…many, many years ago in the land of Anywhere, in a world long since forgotten, there was, at one time, a kind of Golden Age. It was not, it has to be said, an age that was Perfect but it was agreed by almost all that it was an age that was much, much better than That Which Had Gone Before. That time is best described by quoting from a well-known article historical document contemporaneous to the period …

 

‘…after Generations Of Struggle against Social Injustice and two Catastrophic And Immensely Bloody Wars with the nearby land of Anotherplace, in which the Ordinary Folk had died and suffered to a catastrophic degree, it was decided by all except the Rapaciously Rich that Things Had To Change.

      From that point on, Ordinary Folk were given access to Free Education, Free Healthcare, Pensions, Benefits to help those who fell upon Hard Times and all the advantages of what you would know in your world as a Welfare System. New taxes were introduced to redistribute some of the vast sums of money accumulated (mostly from Stealing, Cheating and Aggressive Tax Avoidance) by the Wealthy and the Aristocracy (known in the land of Anywhere as The Greedy One Percent) over the years and Political Reforms introduced to break their stranglehold over the Political And Economic Life of the country. Additionally, the Right to Vote was given to all.

      And the land of Anywhere blossomed, for it was found that a populace Free From Hunger And Illness, that was properly Educated and Cared For, produced huge numbers of Talented men and women who previously had Languished due to Poverty And Lack of Opportunity. These Talented men and women drove the land of Anywhere to new heights of success, founding businesses, employing people, making a mark in the worlds of politics, science, medicine and culture. Slowly but surely, the Dead Grip of The Greedy One Percent, who had dominated and controlled the land of Anywhere for as long as anyone could remember, was broken.’

 

And the psychopathic Greedy One Percent, the Devil’s Children, hated this new world, this New Bargain and Better Society, and all it stood for. They vowed to destroy it.

 

So they invented The System – a political and economic way of running the economy and society that ensured that those who operated The System, that being The Greedy One Percent, would always getter richer and you, The Ordinary Folk, would always get poorer.

 

The System dressed itself up as democracy. But this was a lie. For, whenever, an election came round The System would invest time and energy into a Demographic Analysis of voters thoughts, opinions and aspirations, discerning and identifying from the Research distinct ‘Voter Groups’ and it would appoint one if its Puppet Politicians to be a candidate to represent each of these Voter Groups. The puppet assigned to each group would promise to deliver whatever it was that group was hoping for from the election (as previously deduced from the Research). Once elected, however, the Chosen Puppet would ignore the wishes of those who had elected him or her and act only in the interests of The Greedy One Percent (the puppet masters). Thus it was that The System ensured that whoever won an election, The System won the election.

And The System got away with this blatant fraud because it was ably supported by The Means Of Communication, which was, of course, owned by The Greedy One Percent. No lie was too blatant or obvious for The Means Of Communication, indeed it no longer functioned as anything that could be remotely called ‘journalism’, it was simply the propaganda mouthpiece of The System, churning out lies and distortions every hour of every day of every year; lies and distortions designed to manipulate The Ordinary Folks and hide the machinations of The Greedy One Percent.

And The System, supported by The Means Of Communication, was proficient not only at telling lies but also at creating whole stories to work to their advantage. These were called False Narratives; sophisticated and intricate lies, supported and disseminated not only by The Means Of Communication but also by Scientists and Not Government Operations (both supposedly independent but, in truth, reliant on The System for their position and funding). These stories, these False Narratives, could run over periods of many years and were designed to take the concern and good intentions of genuine people and lead them up Blind Allies. One of the most sophisticated False Narrative in the history of Anywhere was the Fighting Against Terrorism Narrative which claimed, on the basis of lies and exaggeration, that Terrorism was a Major Threat To Our Way Of Life that would require a generation long struggle to combat. It would require wars to be fought in Far Away Lands and Constant Vigilance. And the wars to be fought in foreign lands were fought in countries that had no connection to Terrorism but were rich in Natural Resources that The Greedy One Percent wished to plunder and steal for themselves. And the Constant Vigilance meant legislation to restrict the Civil Liberties of The Ordinary Folk and the creation of a Surveillance State in which just disagreeing with The System would see you labelled as a peddler of Fake News, a Conspiracy Theorist and, of course, a Terrorist. The real truth was that in the land of Anywhere, you were more likely to be killed by a lightning strike than an Act Of Terrorism.

And The System was also supported and ably abetted in its crimes by The Politicians. A loathsome class of people made up almost entirely of liars, charlatans, thieves, fraudsters and rapists. But The System did not care – for this was to its advantage, The Politicians bad habits made them easier to control. Dark-hearted, empty-souled emissaries of The Greedy One Percent would visit members of The Political Class and say ‘we know what you’ve done, do our bidding’ or ‘tell me, what’s your desire – money, power, a fresh-faced child? Do our bidding and you shall have whatever you most want…’ By these means The System controlled and used The Politicians to further its aims. The Politicians sent the children of The Ordinary Folk to die in unjust and illegal wars in far flung countries (not to further ‘democracy’ as The Politicians claimed – another False Narrative – but to rape and plunder the resources of other nations to make ugly and perverse, rich old men even richer). Furthermore, The Politicians also served The System by legislating to increase taxes on The Ordinary folk and cut them for the rich, to make the working lives of The Ordinary Folk ever more insecure, to spend more on arms and wars and less on education and health, to cut benefits and welfare. The Politicians also worked on behalf of The System to make easier the process of ‘worldisation’, by which process The Greedy One Percent exported the well-paid jobs of The Ordinary Folk to Slave Labour economies, and gave the Corporations owned by the same Greedy One Percent legal powers that meant they could overturn the decisions of governments, thus enabling their rape and plunder of the land’s resources and destruction of the environment. And in many, many sundry ways not here described The Politician’s worked for The System to make the lives of The Ordinary Folk harder and smaller.

And The System was most ably supported of all by The Financial System, led by The Banks (and guess who owned The Banks…) and The Bankers. Bankers, of course, are criminals of the most blatant and revolting kind who operate within criminal organisations that The Politicians declare legal by giving them the label of Banks. And The Bankers invented a new and wonderful Financial System, one so corrupt that it was primed to periodically explode under the weight of its own criminality. And each explosion would result in a financial crisis and The Bankers would cry ‘give us money or the The Financial System will fail and there will be no food in the shops.’ The Means Of Communication and The Politicians would support this ridiculous assertion (this False Narrative) and huge sums of money would be transferred from The Ordinary Folk to The Greedy One Percent and their Banks to be paid for by yet more taxes on The Ordinary Folk and yet more cuts in spending on welfare, health, education and anything else that might conceivably benefit the lives of The Ordinary Folk. The Financial System was nothing more than a means of transferring as much money as possible from The Ordinary Folk to the vastly wealthy…a system in which The Greedy One Percent got to keep all of the profits they made and got the taxpayer to compensate them to cover any losses they made. What was not to like!

And The System was best summed up by The Good Politician who, in his final speech to a crowd of thousands in The Park Of A Thousands Joyous Souls (just days before his strange and unexplained ‘accidental death’) described it thus:

“We are ruled by psychopaths. Our political and economic system is a giant criminal enterprise run by them for their benefit and their benefit alone. To them human life has no value, we are simply a commodity to be exploited, our sole function is to be consumers, tiny cogs in a huge, unsustainable machine that is powered by raping the planet. Our ‘free press’ is nothing but a peddler of propaganda and our democracy is a bought and paid for pantomime and a lie. Whoever wins, nothing ever changes. The Greedy One Percent always win for all candidates are their candidates. We are ruled by psychopaths, they are The Devil’s Children and they are driving the world to destruction.”

And the moral of this tale is: so, now you know about The System. The question is – what are you going to do about it?

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This story taken from my book ‘Another Curious Little Book of Extraordinary Big Tales’ available now to buy in ebook and paperback from Amazon.

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Celebrity was never more…scandalous!

reallykdpThe controversial book that exposes the sordid hypocrisy, moral bankruptcy and the downright nastiness of the worlds of celebrity and celebrity culture is now available in a new, improved and better priced paperback versions – the new version is just $7.99/£6.24! (Also available for Kindle from Amazon $5.99/£4.71).

AUTHORS NOTE: The events described in this book are true, exactly as told to me by an extraordinary celebrity agent before his fall from grace and imprisonment on fake, trumped up charges. I have changed only names and locations to protect the innocent – and the guilty.
“Excellent writing. Fresh, engaging and pushing the boundaries. It’s written by someone who has obviously worked in the celebrity industry he describes and provides a fascinating left-field insight into a glamorous but tawdry world.” U.S. REVIEWS

AUTHOR’S WARNING. Please note, as previously mentioned this is a true story. It reflects bad people doing bad things and features a high degree of profanity and some scenes that are violent or sexual in nature. I make no apologies for that; ‘the truth is rarely plain and never simple’ – and usually ugly.

Celebrities have secrets. Meet the man who knows them all and will do anything to keep them quiet. Even murder.

Andrew Manning has spent 20 years masterfully reviving celebrity careers that have been rocked by scandal, but now some particularly difficult and demanding characters are about strain even his abilities to the limit:

Shelley. Model and fashion icon, she’s determined to blackmail her closeted, gay footballer husband into a lucrative divorce settlement…but Shelley has her own dark and destructive secret.

Joey. Handsome, young reality TV star and sex symbol. His career is in tatters after launching an expletive-laden attack against the Queen of England, but he’s determined to hang on to his celebrity even if it means slowly poisoning himself to death.

The Producer, a king in the world of entertainment – rich, powerful, sexually deviant and a serial abuser of hopeful young wannabes.

Charlie. Morbidly obese, murderous Mafiosi adviser (and creature) to…

Janey. Musical superstar, mad, bad and dangerous to know. Janey consumes liquidized human fetuses in the belief this will preserve her youthful (or should that be vampiric?) good looks.

Johnny. Andrew’s partner, a psychopath with a heart of gold and voices in his head. He’s on a mission to murder as many celebrities as possible.

And when an ambitious young photographer snaps Janey in the middle of one of her disgusting meals, things begin to spin rapidly out of control for Andrew.

How will Andrew reconcile the demands of such disparate and desperate characters. And who’s going to end up dead?

I Really, Really Want It also features shocking cameo performances from a glittering list of famous, household names. Is your favorite celebrity in the book?

“A close look into the seemingly insane experiences of celebrities….captivating and unique…recommended.” U.S. REVIEWS

“Masterfully debunks the realm of celebrity. A riveting thriller, truly original and distinctive.” (Bookviral.com)

“How much do you want to be famous? An irreverent look at celebrity life. It explores the dysfunctional world of fame and celebrities, and the imperfect world in which we all live. Anyone that is interested in reading about human nature will enjoy this book…insightful, intelligent, and vibrantly engaging. Highly recommended.” U.S. REVIEWS

“DO NOT pick up this book until you have a few hours to give to nothing but reading. Celebrity, glitz, glam and murder…this book is a delightful ride!” U.S REVIEWS

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A Curious Little Book…

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Now in paperback!

…my Curious Little Book Of Extraordinary Tales is now available to buy in paperback! Even more extraordinarily it’s priced at a trifling, piffling and inconsequential $6.99/£5.99. (Also available for Kindle from Amazon for $3.99/£2.79).

If you buy it now then, for a limited period only, you will receive good news from afar, gold bars will arrive in the post, your sex life will become abundant, your muscle tone and mass will increase, your weight will decrease and you’ll look ten years younger. Possibly. Maybe.

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Welcome to Anywhere, a world very different, yet all too similar, to your own.
“Brilliant comic technique, and a glorious sense of moral outrage at the current mess in which our country seems mired, combine here to make a unique reading experience. Often laugh-out-loud funny, the real-life characters behind these innocuous fairy tales and fables hit you by surprise, a series of sharp rocks hidden in those snowballs. Amazingly, with all the faux-naievete and children’s book elements gleefully displayed here, the writing never becomes twee or condescending. I don’t know where this writer’s been all his life, but I intend to catch up with him, and keep an eye on where he’s headed next…Bravo, Mr. Hennerly! Stay angry, and keep your books coming!” VINE VOICE

24 tales of magic, mystery and horror….

A horrible secret is revealed when a fairy’s ‘gift’ shows the Perfect Parents to be anything but perfect.
A man of pure intention realizes that only Love has true value, the rest ain’t worth a damn.
A Troll inflicts a bloody revenge on a family of Bankers.
A uniquely corrupt politician bursts into flames.
The Souls of a Mother and her Son dance across a broad, bright blue sky with a complexity as intense and beautiful as the irresistible, flawless logic of a Mathematical Equation or the eye-catching wonder of a Murmuration Of Starlings.
An abiding evil is unleashed against humanity after the Devil has a bright idea.
A cry of “You have billions. We are billions” rings throughout the land as The Ordinary Folk rise up against The Greedy One Percent.
Nora-Lee lives a life of quiet desperation, always in the shade of her more beautiful and adored sister, but is determined to be free, to be the person she was always meant to be – even if that means murder.
A lonely, bullied teenage boy mysteriously sprouts a huge pair of Angel’s wings.
A beautiful, compassionate, campaigning Princess becomes beloved of the people and meets a tragic, and suspicious, end.
A dignified and proud old lady, haunted by the deafening silence of her life, embarks upon a final, incredible journey.
A man is eaten by his sofa and we learn of the incredible, secret history of Wilhelmina the Dachshund.
And…12 more incredible Tales!

Did you know that real Trolls have horns, can run as fast as cheetahs and have a deep and abiding hatred of Bankers?
Did you know that you began your existence as a random handful of atoms, coalescing together after journeying across the vastness of the Universe and when God saw you he was so moved by your beauty that he tore a piece off himself and placed it inside you?

Did you know that as you read this the Blind Old Weaver Of Fate is Clumsily Spinning Together the course of your life – She is random, malicious, capricious, bountiful.

Did you know that a Fairy lives for exactly 897 years and 13 days, that they steal human children because they can’t have their own and when they cry, their tears turn into diamonds?

Did you know that where ever you walk, the Devil and his Special Children walk with you and that one day your Soul will Break The Chains Of Earthly Existence to make one last, Incandescent Journey across a Broad, Bright Blue Sky and the Tale That Was Your Life will slowly fade away, to be lost forever in the dense Fog Of Forgotten Stories?

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The Strange Tale of Killary Hinton

hillary666“We are ruled by psychopaths. Our political and economic system is a giant criminal enterprise run by them for their benefit and their benefit alone. To them human life has no value, we are simply a commodity to be exploited, our sole function is to be consumers, tiny cogs in a huge, unsustainable machine that is powered by raping the planet. Our ‘free press’ is nothing but a peddler of propaganda and our democracy is a bought and paid for pantomime and a lie. Whoever wins, nothing ever changes. The Greedy One Percent always win for all candidates are their candidates. We are ruled by psychopaths, they are The Devil’s Children and they are driving the world to destruction.”

– The Good Politician, excerpt from his final speech made to a crowd of thousands in the Park Of A Thousand Joyous Souls in the city of Anywhere just two days before his strange and unexplained ‘accidental’ death.

The Strange Tale of Killary Hinton

Authors note: this story could equally be called The Strange Tale of Gorge Shebu, or Barrage Obomber, or Nodeal Rump for the Devil’s Children have, as previously stated, many disguises, all interchangeable and indistinguishable from each other.

Once upon a time… many, many years ago in a world long since forgotten, there was a country called Anywhere. And in the land of Anywhere there was a fine and prosperous city called Anyplace and in this city there lived, during the times of the ascendancy of the destructive and rapist Greedy One Percent, a politician called Killary Hinton.

Killary was a hugely corrupt and evil woman, most definitely one of the Devil’s Children, someone who had developed a fine mind but at the expense of her humanity; that was an empty space, a void that had been filled by naked ambition, greed and the reckless and dangerous needs of a dysfunctional sociopath.

From university, she entered the legal profession and soon, by dint of the fact that she was a good actor, an adept liar and lacking a social or moral compass she, not surprisingly, did very well in her chosen career and was soon a Promising Young Lawyer.

It was at the Promising Young Lawyer stage that she was spotted by members of The Greedy One Percent, who were always on the lookout for bright, morality-free, personable young men and women they could manoeuvre into positions of Responsibility And Power.

And so the inducements began. Having a Feral Ability to sniff out Bad Character, The Greedy One Percent recognised Killary’s dysfunctional and strange sense of self-regard, her greed for money and power and sociopathic nature. They suggested to her that she might enter the World Of Politics where, should she but do their bidding, she could be very useful to them and they could offer to her in return fame, power and lots and lots of money: a huge advance for a book of her memoirs at a later point in the future, a Guaranteed Income Stream from speaking tours (addressing members of The Greedy One Percent), lucratively paid non-executive directorships on the boards of Banks And Corporations, well-rewarded contracts to write articles for The Means Of Communication…these were just some of the inducements offered to Killary to do The Greedy One Percent’s bidding.

 

Killary accepted everything offered gladly: she was, and always had been, fascinated by the extremely wealthy and was desperate to join their ranks.

 

Mentored by The One Percent, quietly supported by their money and noisily supported by their tame journalists in The Means Of Communication, Killary rose quickly in the Political Sphere, soon becoming Leader of her party and then Leader Of The Country.

Killary now proved her worth to The Greedy One Percent. If a law needed changing or abrogating to allow them to pursue a business that had previously been seen as unconscionable or illegal, Killary changed it. If a (rare as Trolls teeth) honest politician or journalist needed to be blackmailed or bludgeoned into silence, Killary wielded the club. If corrupt policy had to be justified by lies, Killary lied. If the Public Services or Benefits And Welfare had to be cut to impoverish The Ordinary Folk, Killary did the cutting. If an Illegal War needed to be started in a Far Flung Land to enable The Greedy One Percent to steal that land’s resources and (extra bonus) make even more money selling arms…well, Killary started it.

In short, Killary proved to be an Invaluable Servant of The Greedy One Percent. If anything, they came to realise that they had, in fact, underestimated her greed for money and power and the depths of her sociopathic leanings: Killary not only did what they wanted but during the course of her time as Leader, she managed to prostitute the entire Office Of Leadership to the sole purpose of enriching herself and her Owners.

I suppose it could be argued that The Ordinary Folk of Anywhere had some blame in the rise of Killary Hinton. Perhaps they should have noticed that the Cloak Of Liberalism she wrapped herself in was as threadbare and as transparently fake as that of her predecessor to the Leadership, Barrage Obomber. Perhaps they should have realised that her infuriating habit of smiling whenever she was talking was in fact a form of “Distraction Theft;” the cheesy grin distracting your eye whilst hands sneak round the back of you and steal your wallet, your Life Chances and the Lives Of Your Children. I suppose I would then have to say, how can people make informed decisions when The Means Of Communication function as a 24 hour, 7 day a week, 365 days a year Propaganda Mouthpiece for the wealthy and powerful?

Whatever the rights and wrongs and who was to blame, Killary accumulated vast amounts of Blood And Treasure and became a happy woman. And if her incredible success was built on the deaths of hundreds of thousands of Brown People in Far Flung Foreign Lands and the impoverishment of others in her own country…well, then, what of it? You Ordinary Folk are but A Detail Of History.

Now one particular day, three years after stepping down as Leader Of The Country, Killary (now an immensely wealthy non-executive director of numerous corporations and banks, columnist, after dinner speaker, author, property investor and, irony of ironies, Peace Envoy) was giving a speech (for a very nice fee) to a Select Group of Greedy One Percent Individuals. Comfortable and pompous, she stood there on stage, pontificating from behind a lectern. Then something very, very strange happened.

Killary had spent a good half hour lauding the Wonderful And Generous Nature of the fabulously Wealthy and their Inestimable Contribution To The Nation, extolling the virtues of the Magick of “Trickle Down” theory and was just about to start telling a series of Vile Lies about the Leader of a Far Flung Foreign land, that being to lay the ground work for       Propaganda in the next day’s Means Of Communication that would eventually become justification for another Illegal War, when her Soul decided it had had enough.

For, oddly, despite spending a lifetime in Killary’s corrupt body, her Soul had remained Pure, close to God and In Equilibrium With The Universe. But as it saw yet more Filth And Lies coming down from Killary’s diseased and crazed mind, filth aimed at starting yet another war in which yet more Innocents would die, that Soul decided enough was enough. It had always tried to do its God-Given duty, had spent decades telling Killary, No Don’t Do That It’s Horrible. Always it had been ignored, always squeezed out by Killary’s lust for money and power, by her complete lack of regard for others. It could no longer abide listening to the screams of thousands of innocent men, women and children who had died in Killary’s wars. It would not be party to, once again, sending brave and idealistic young men and women to fight and die in wars that served no purpose other than to line the pockets of Ugly, Perverse Old Men who were already fabulously wealthy but Whose Greed Knew No Bounds. It was time to accept defeat and save itself from the Rampant Corruption that this woman, this Child Of The Devil, represented. It was off, it was out of here and on to That Which Lies Beyond.

As Killary uttered the first of her lies about the Leader of the Far Flung Foreign Land, her face became very red. Sweat broke out on her forehead and poured down her face, she paused as she spoke, discomfited by the intense heat that had flared up inside her. Then she moaned in pain as more heat bubbled up from somewhere deep, deep down. Steam came off her in great waves. She rolled her head back and screamed as her eyes turned completely white, like egg yolks in a frying pan… clouds of smoke billowed from her mouth, nostrils and ears and she suddenly, and explosively, burst into flames, fire consuming her body as she stood at her lectern.

Terrified by such a spectacle, her Rich Guests ran screaming from the room, sparing them the site of Killary’s flaming head exploding into tiny fragments as her Soul made its exit from her Vile Body, a fast-moving Incandescence, shooting upwards, smashing through the nearest window, out into Fresh And Sweet Air, making its escape across a Broad, Bright Blue Sky.

What was left of Killary’s body collapsed to the floor, lying smouldering by the lectern. And at that point the ground around began to shake and tremor and a large hole opened up in the ground by Killary’s remains. It was hole so deep that it reached down to Hell itself and from it issued Flame and the Nauseating Smell of Brimstone, and out of the Hole crept a Large, Scaly, Red Hand which snatched away the remains of Killary and dragged them down to Hell: the hand of the Devil himself, come to reclaim one of his Special Children.

And the moral of this tale is: never trust those who seek to put themselves in positions of authority above you. They are strange and twisted people – sociopaths, deviants, thieves and rapists, and they seek only to benefit themselves and their dark desires.

This tale taken from my book ‘The Devil’s Children’ a collection of stories that show how we are, indeed, ruled by psychopaths.

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We are ruled by psychopaths.

“We are ruled by psychopaths. Our political and economic system is a giant criminal enterprise run by them for their benefit and their benefit alone. To them human life has no value, we are simply a commodity to be exploited, our sole function is to be consumers, tiny cogs in a huge, unsustainable machine that is powered by raping the planet. Our ‘free press’ is nothing but a peddler of propaganda and our democracy is a bought and paid for pantomime and a lie. Whoever wins, nothing ever changes. The Greedy One Percent always win for all candidates are their candidates. Let me say it again…we are ruled by psychopaths, they are The Devil’s Children and they are driving the world to destruction.”

– (The Good Politician). Excerpt from his final speech made to a crowd of thousands in the Park Of A Thousand Joyous Souls in the city of Anywhere just two days before his strange and unexplained ‘accidental’ death.

Welcome to Anywhere…a world very different from, yet very similar to, your own.

Once upon a time…many, many years ago in the land of Anywhere, in a world long since forgotten, there was, at one time, a kind of Golden Age. It was not, it has to be said, an age that was Perfect but it was agreed by almost all that it was an age that was much, much better than That Which Had Gone Before.

You see, after Generations Of Struggle against Social Injustice and two Catastrophic And Immensely Bloody Wars with the nearby land of Anotherplace, in which the Ordinary Folk had died and suffered to a catastrophic degree, it was decided by all except the Rapaciously Rich that Things Had To Change.

From that point on, Ordinary Folk were given access to Free Education, Free Healthcare, Pensions, Benefits to help those who fell upon Hard Times and all the advantages of what you would know in your world as a Welfare System. New taxes were introduced to redistribute some of the vast sums of money accumulated (mostly from Stealing, Cheating and Aggressive Tax Avoidance) by the Wealthy and the Aristocracy (known in the land of Anywhere as The Greedy One Percent) over the years and Political Reforms introduced to break their stranglehold over the Political And Economic Life of the country. Additionally, the Right to Vote was given to all.

And the land of Anywhere blossomed, for it was found that a populace Free From Hunger And Illness, that was properly Educated and Cared For, produced huge numbers of Talented men and women who previously had Languished due to Poverty And Lack of Opportunity. These Talented men and women drove the land of Anywhere to new heights of success, founding businesses, employing people, making a mark in the worlds of politics, science, medicine and culture. Slowly but surely, the Dead Grip of The Greedy One Percent, who had dominated and controlled the land of Anywhere for as long as anyone could remember, was broken.

And the psychopathic Greedy One Percent, the Devil’s Children, hated this new world and all it stood for. They vowed to destroy it…

We truly are ruled by psychopaths. Read more in my book ‘The Devils Children’:

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The Princess Must Die!

princessdOnce upon a time…many, many years ago in a world long since forgotten, there was a country called Anywhere. And in the land of Anywhere there was a fine and prosperous city called Anyplace and in this fine city there was a very, very wealthy man, a member of the Aristocracy and the Greedy One Percent.

As is the way with Aristocrats he was a deeply unpleasant man: he came from a long line of Stupid but Brutal and Cunning Sociopathic predecessors who had robbed, lied, cheated and murdered their way to great riches. Why, then would you expect him to be anything else but a Pig Of A Man? After all, stupidity, brutality and a lack of compassion and even Basic Social Skills are common to all Aristocrats; a result of the Gross Inbreeding of their Limited Blood Lines and a Political And Legal System and Macro-Economic Environment that allows them to easily hold on to their stolen money and possessions despite their extra-ordinary ineptitude.

Anyway, this man, let’s call him from this point on The Aristocrat, had a younger sister who was as different from him as Chalk was from Cheese. You see, the sister’s birth had been witnessed by a Faerie who had just happened to be passing through that particular time and space, doing her usual work of checking up on the Doings Of Humanity.

Whilst entranced by the Eternal Beauty And Miracle of a life continuing its cycle, the Faerie had been more than a bit disgusted by the stench of Corruption and Ignorance emanating from the Souls of the child’s Extremely Ugly Parents… and looking into the Soul of the newly-born child she was saddened to see that the girl would grow to be an adult like the parents: she would become an Ugly woman, bereft of Intelligence, Grace and Care.

 

Feeling desperately sorry for the girl, she cast a Faerie spell that would ensure the child would, instead, grow up with all the qualities so missing from her parents, and crossed her wings that her spell would not turn out to be too double-edged.

 

And so it was that the Faerie spell came to pass. The Child reached adulthood as a Beautiful and Intelligent young woman, so unlike other female Aristocrats with their podgy, shapeless bodies, buck teeth, crossed-eyes, big ears, fat noses and inability to String A Simple Sentence Together. Even more strangely (for a member of the Aristocracy), she was a kind and compassionate woman and could even hold a conversation with the Ordinary Folk and relate to their lives and problems! Indeed, she spent much of her time with the Common People and became deeply involved with Charities And Organisations that were involved in their welfare.

Not surprisingly such a bright, attractive, intelligent and caring lady, a real and solitary jewel floating in the cesspool of Aristocracy, garnered much attention, soon becoming very popular with the Ordinary Folk and a darling of The Means Of Communication. From there, it was not long before this wildly liked and unusually attractive Aristocratic young lady was spotted by the Royal Family of the land of Anywhere. They decided that such a beautiful woman, so beloved by the Ordinary folk and The Means Of Communication, would make an ideal wife for their oldest son, The Prince, who being dense and strange even by Royal standards, needed a good marriage to improve his profile and standing with the Ordinary Folk.

And so, quicker than a Troll can run, the marriage was arranged. Truth be told, our sweet young lady, who we shall now have to call The Princess, did not want to marry The Prince; she considered him an unpleasant and ignorant man with very strange ideas and poor personal hygiene. But, being a Good Girl with a strong Sense Of Duty, she did as her family bade and married the strange and dysfunctional Prince.

Alas, the marriage was not to be a happy one. If the Prince and Princess had been buildings he would have been a claustrophobic, grey Mausoleum housing the dead whilst she would have been a Dance Hall full of light and music. Both partners soon grew apart, for they had absolutely nothing in common. The Prince took an older, less attractive and far more stupid lover, with whom he felt more comfortable, whilst The Princess threw herself even more into her Charitable Works and even began to campaign for better treatment of, and land rights for, the Troll Community! She, too, took a lover and many years later it would be revealed that of the two children the marriage produced one was, in fact, not fathered by The Prince but by a dashing Army Officer: to give you a clue as to which child that was I shall only say it was not the ugly and stupid one but rather the better looking and more interesting one.

Eventually it became difficult to hide from The Means Of Communication and the Ordinary Folk how unhappy the Prince and Princess were and this, together with the fact that the Princess had become even more popular and was totally eclipsing her miserable husband in the eyes of all, became a source of great embarrassment to the Royal Family. Not to mention her campaigning for land rights for Trolls…that being in direct challenge to the interests of the Banker Class who covet Troll land for Lucrative Re-development Purposes. Unacceptable!

It was decided that Princess had become a problem about which Something Had To Be Done. Putting their almost empty heads together to Collectively Utilise their limited intellect the Royal Family and their Greedy One Percent advisors (who actually did all the thinking) hit upon a solution. One which had always worked for their type in the past.

 

The Princess had to be killed.

 

And so it was that Orders Were Issued to Shadowy Government Departments and, in an operation overseen by the Evil Politician, Mass Murderer and War Criminal, Bonty Liar, the Princess was Tragically Killed in a Sad And Freak Accident.

Following the Princess’s death there was a howling of outraged pain from the Ordinary Folk and criticism by them of The Royal Family for the Ordinary Folk felt that The Royals, who were simply acting in their usual dead-eyed, soulless way to the pain of others, were not showing much sadness at the passing of such a Beloved lady (in truth, The Royals were cock-a-hoop that this troublesome Princess was dead but the Common People were, of course, not aware of that).

Indeed, dis-satisfaction with The Royals reached such a clamour that a call went out from The Powers That Be to the tame Means Of Communication and the Owned Political Class to Co-Opt The Pain of the Ordinary Folk and save the reputation of The Royal Family.

Various Royal Idiots were wheeled out (sometimes literally) to express their sadness at the death of the Princess, even The Prince was made to stand up and read a speech (written for him and transcribed in phonetics so that he would be able to, semi-intelligibly, speak what he saw) about his love for the Princess and how much he missed her. The Means Of Communication communicated on a twenty-four hour a day basis, day in day out how Dreadfully Missed was The Princess, how loved she had been by all, particularly by her husband and The Royal Family.

This Process Of Propaganda worked (as propaganda is wont to do) and soon The Reputation Of The Royals Was Rehabilitated

To fully placate The Ordinary Folk a lavish State Funeral was held for The Princess. At the funeral many Artfully Empty tributes were paid to The Princess by equally Artfully Empty people.

 

And at this point, I bring back into my little Tale the Princess’s brother – The Aristocrat, he who was a Pig Of A Man. For he, too, gave a speech at The Princess’s funeral. He stood up and talked about his sister in gushing and entirely false terms (actually he had accepted a very large sum of money from The Royals to supply intimate personal details about The Princess that were of vital use in planning her murder, but what else would you expect from one of his class?) speaking of his deep “love” and “respect” for her. He then announced that, as her brother, he would be Custodian of Her Body and Her Memory. He would build a fine mausoleum for The Princess in which her body would lie permanently In State on an island in the middle of a lake on one of his estates. For a small fee, The Ordinary Folk would be allowed to cross the bridge to the island and visit the mausoleum (The Aristocracy will always try to make money in any way they can, no matter how gross or crass).

 

There was one other attendee at the funeral that day. Unbidden and unknown, fluttering quietly away high above The Princess’s coffin, was the same Faerie that had bestowed a spell upon The Princess at her birth. She had kept a keen eye on The Princess over the years and had been very proud of the way she had Turned Out, had come to love her for her Grace, Humanity and Humility. Her Princess had been a proper person and not a Piece Of Filth like the rest of her Loathsome Family or, even worse, the Family Of Monsters she had married into. The Faerie was, then, understandably distressed by events, more so because she had Faerie Insight of the disgusting Plottings And Machinations that had gone into murdering The Princess, a barbarity that even her own brother, the Pig Of A Man, had been party to.

 

Upon hearing The Aristocrat’s plan to bury his sister’s body on an island and charge admission she was less than amused and resolved that this was something that was simply Not Going To Happen. And with that, off she flew to consort with some friendly Trolls who owed her a favour or two.

By and by, the money-grubbing Aristocrat built his tasteless (and very cheaply done) mausoleum and installed his sister’s body there. But the mausoleum was to be a very short-lived business venture, for the night before it was due to open to Paying Customers, it was tragically (at least to The Aristocrat who mourned the loss of a Potentially Lucrative Income Stream) attacked and utterly destroyed by a mass Troll Depridation. Even worse, said Evil Trolls stole the body of The Princess, no doubt to use for Nefarious Purposes.

This incident was presented by The Means Of Communication (faithful servant as ever to the Bankers) as yet another example of the Vileness Of Trolls, yet another reason to never trust The Other and the Wickedness Of Those Who Are Not Understood.

In fact there was, of course, nothing wicked in what the Trolls had done. They had been doing as our Faerie had requested of them, the aim being to give The Princess the Peace And Dignity in death that she had been denied in life: and the Trolls had done it gladly for The Princess, being one of the few humans to ever speak in their favour, had been much Loved and Respected in the Troll community.

Following the Faerie’s instructions, the band of Trolls carried her body far into the wild countryside of Anywhere, climbing a high hill until they reached a beautiful, green and windswept plateau.

Here on this plateau they were met by a Mass Convocation Of Faeries and a huge crowd of Trolls, all having gathered to give The Princess a Proper Burial. The Convocation of Faeries hummed the Rhythm Of Life, a Faerie song (or humming, rather, for Faeries cannot sing) as old as time itself, and the Princess’s body was born into the centre of the huge crowd of Trolls, where it was lain to rest on the richly scented soil from which it had originally sprung. From within the crowd of Trolls appeared four breathtakingly beautiful, blindingly white Unicorns, each with a fine, black horn. Using these fine horns (horns wrought by Magick) and their powerful hooves, they dug a deep trench into which was placed The Princess’s body.

One by one, the huge crowd of Trolls passed by The Princess’s new resting place, each picking up and casting into the grave a handful of rich, loamy soil. Two senior Trolls, old and wise in a way beyond any Human Experience, even paid to The Princess the ultimate display of Troll respect for the dead; each cutting off the little finger of his left hand and placing it in the grave with the body.

Soon The Princess’s grave was filled with earth and the crowd of Trolls dispersed, back to their Troll Holes, but still the Convocation Of Faeries remained in the air above the grave, still humming the Rhythm Of Life. One Faerie, our Faerie, broke from the Convocation, flew downward and set herself upon the grave. In one last gesture, after which the Convocation would melt away, she said goodbye to the girl she had loved, cried one final Faerie tear, which (as Faerie tears do) turned into a diamond as it fell from her eye. The Faerie begged forgiveness from the Princess for the unintended Duality of the spell she had cast at her birth and sowed the earth of the grave with an enchanted mix of plant seed, seed of beautiful and richly scented flowers which would grow and blossom every single day of the year, be it winter, summer or anywhere in between, until the very Stars Fell From The Sky.

This tale is taken from my book ‘The Curious Little Book of Extraordinary Big Tales’.

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U.S. State Dept., beheading children is not terrorism.

13950502000712_photoi-300x175The kid in this picture is (was) 12 year old Abdullah Issa, minutes before he was beheaded by Syrian ‘moderate rebel group’ Nour el-Din Zinki. The beheading was filmed by the same degenerate pig who filmed the much broadcast (and utterly fake) sequence of the the 5 year old ‘victim of Russian bombing’ in the back of an ambulance; that man (a member of the George Soros and Wahhabi terrorist state, Saudi Arabia, funded White Helmets, who are really, really good at filming the aftermath of bombings but crap at actually rescuing anyone..) was later lauded as a hero by western propaganda peddlers (oh, sorry, media..). Members of the Nour el-Din Zinki moderate terrorist (sorry, rebel) group are trained and armed by the USA, despite having an informal alliance with Syrian Al Qaeda. Mark Toner, US state department spokesman, when asked about the incident and if it made Nour el-Dein Zinki a terrorist group, replied, “one incident here and there would not necessarily make you a terrorist group.” Well, that’s alright, then. Last week Nour el-Din Zinki publicly announced that it was joining Al Qaeda. We are, indeed, ruled by psychopaths.

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