The Music of My Life

I am 'a sick and dangerous' individual.

That's what they say about me.

I use this blog to lure you in, to recruit you to my dark satanic cult. I manipulate you, abuse you, for my own dark purposes.
It is an insurruction I seek to lead, with me the dark robed cult leader.

Apparently, you, the readers of this blog, the regulars anyway, are all vulnerable types, mesmerised by my Svengali hold over you.

I see.

You should be as offended by this as I am. Many of you are University educated. I look at my regular commentors and I see a qualified psychiatrist, an ex-policeman, a nurse with many years experience, a business analyst, a company buyer, a trainee tax consultant, amongst others.

Many of you are people who have dedicated themselves to things over the years, in their own way.

You are all intelligent people, and I hazard a guess that the IQ of the average regular reader here, is a good twenty points higher than the IQ of my average critic.

My critics are very good at spinning the web, so what I'm going to do is cut the web down.



My critics love the ammunition provided by this blogger's very own nemesis- a rich source of lurid tales about Crushed.
Let's be straight about the reasons for her bitterness.

She wanted to have my babies. Let's not beat about the bush, that's what she wanted. And I'm sorry to say, I might have given her the impression that was a viable option.
Thing is, it wasn't.
And that should have been an end to it.

But of course, she knew my dirty secrets.
Which you all do now as well, so there's not a problem.

But she likes to invent more...

Crushed has a direct plan to lure women into his recruiting programme (like she was lured, apparently)
I committed other crimes I don't tell you about- usually the hint is, these were slightly unsavoury.
Apparently, I'm psychotic too.
Oh, and I hacked into her PC. Even though I can't even set up an RSS feed.
I also brainwash all my girlfriends into making them sleep with black men for my own perverted pleasure. I insist on this. (For the record, yes, its a fantasy I enjoy, never acted on it, and whilst I MIGHT suggest it, I think saying I'd ever insist on it is a bit strong...)
I also- apparently- had people slashed up inside.
Ten stone, 5ft7 me is dangerously violent.
There are also a long list of female bloggers she insists I was behaving with as a cyber lover. Basically, pretty much MOST of the female bloggers on my blogroll.
Oh, and I pass e-mails around. (In fact, I haven't even passed around her harrassment e-mails, except to relevant parties.)

Oh, and I almost forget...
Me and the Baker are ACTUALLY the children who killed James Bulger. I'm Robert Thompson, he's Jon Venables.

These are things this woman has alleged about me.

Well, there are people out there stupid enough to listen. Mainly, because it suits them.
Let's just go in to WHY it suits them.

Because they LOVE to have dirt to throw at me. And this pile of horse manure is all they've got.
The real truth is, they don't like what I write.
And they spin this deformed oyster round the true pearl.

They're frightened of this blog.

Because they come here and see that it makes people think.

They can't think of anything constructive to say in the comments sections, so they fight dirty.

The gist of their arguments are that I am a dangerous lunatic who will carry you with me for dangerous reasons.

But isn't it the REAL message they fear?



OPEN, DEMOCRATIC, CHANGE?

A PASSIVE, NON-VIOLENT REMOVAL OF THE CAPITALIST SYSTEM BY PEOPLE POWER?

A FREE EXCHANGE OF IDEAS, WHERE EVERY ESTABLISHED TOTEM CAN BY ANALYSED AND BE SEEN IF IT IS FOUND WANTING?

They fear that their own ideals won't stand up to the scrutiny.
They fear my espousing of Marx in a way that actually distinguishes between what happened in Russia and what the theory says.
And they resent the fact that I connect the message of Christ to the message of Marx.

Or they fear a world where total sexual freedom exists. Why? Because most of them are males who just don't fancy women BEING that sexually empowered.

They fear every value I'm pushing here and how I'm pushing it.

Because they lack the skills to appear in my comments section and ACTUALLY DEBATE with me.

THAT'S the real point.

IF YOU OPPOSE ME, COME DEBATE WITH ME.
ON THE ISSUES.

If I'm a lunatic, than you have nothing to fear.
If my views are wrong, you have nothing to fear.

So. To my critics.
Don't tell me about your principles. If they include spouting the crap you do, and using the lies of a bitter, rejected woman, to support your case, you have as much as principles as the forgers of the Protocols of the Elders of Zion.

If you want to debate on principles, I'm here.
And I'll ALWAYS be here.

Because trust me, my principles mean a lot more to me, than yours do to you.

To you, this is all a game, where sitting behind your PC means you can play a lovely game of petty oneupmanship, free of the damn good beating such behaviour would earn you, were you to behave that way in a pub. Big men, aren't you?

When you've lived the life I have, seen the things I've seen, When you KNOW, because when it came to the crunch you proved it, you're a good person, then come throw mud at me.
I doubt the most vitriolic of my critics would even be able to maintain eye contact with me.

I live by my principles, for my principles.

This blog is resigned to the fact that it is hated by many, for the views it espouses.
And it is hated by one person, because I'd rather blog, than have babies with her.

Throw what you want at me.

Both I, and my readers, see through you.