Stud`nts are always asking the question: `What`s a good way to learn English?` Learning by reading is true. However, it’s necessary to be interested, which is what makes you interesting. Conversation is then possible because you have something to talk about with people who speak English. Otherwise, it`s just Q&A, `Where is the baby giraffe?` `Is this color pink?` Reading things in English that are interesting for you is, therefore, useful. However, learning punctuation, when around 30 years of age, during the writing of a PhD, `Jungian Archetypes in the work of [US science fiction writer] Robert A. Heinlein [1907-88]` at ‘Ull Universe City (1992), required a style, and the ability to use it. It’s advisable for stud`nts to write, or translate something from English (if they`re advanced enough), and let them try to find a publisher - such as a newspaper or magazine. When they`re successful, it increases their confidence.
Apart from reading and writing, stud’nts should watch movies. However, understanding language structure, etc., from MBC Action or MBC 2, which is the typical movie fare in the Muddle East, poses difficulties. Arnold Schwarzenegger in Terminator (1984) is the prototypical `action` movie character. The joke in Hollywood was that Arnie only spoke five times in the entire film (# 3, ‘I`ll be back!`) - and he was the star. However, the truth was that the action was the star, and that consisted of people being murdered amid explosions and expensive, impossible to replace, equipment: all of which the audience is expected to cheer and applaud as great entertainment. However, murder isn`t entertaining and Hollywood’s programed a generation into believing it is.
The problem with `TV` is that those watching it, or the movies, are encouraged to view language, which is the medium of diplomacy, as valueless. Consequently, everything else is devalued on our screens. There`s no communication, which is the basis of freedom. There`s only violence and action in accordance with violent ambitions; everything points in that direction. Viewers are programed to look at the world through a screen: real or imaginary. Sexual repression is the reason. Although the Arabs were depicted as losing the Crazy Golf war, the body/mind dichotomy much discussed by Eastern philosophy; for example, India`s Guatama Buddha (c. 563-483 BCE), is evidenced in the West through oil. Autombobiles resemble nothing but headless bodies on wheels with pedals, that is, treadmills, and `TV` is devoid of images of human sexual intercourse, which most adults are taught to find immoral. The focus on babies and children ignores the fact that medical science conferring immortality is ignored in favor of paying for wars, which `TV` presents as its main fare. The children are devoured in war, and the paedophiles want more. Because churches don`t preach `woman`s seed`, that is, human sexual reproduction between women with penis` semen of their own and women without, `TV` education is the presentation of men and women as a single male brained creature wearing each others` clothes as a transvestite. The ‘beast` of Revelation voiding the human futanarian species` brainpower of its capacity to sexually reproduce; until everyone is at war in brainless idiocy. In the absence of `woman`s seed` from situation comedy; romantic movies; science fiction; pop music, etc., violence is what fills the gap where social interaction should hold sway. Beneath their burkhas in the Muddle East, the burkha babes are hidden, while the West parades its babes naked without any discernible futanarian partner from ‘woman’s seed`. Consequently, war is what `TV` is for, and it`s alien.
Reviewing April 4th 2007’s reports of stud`nt Seu Hing Cho`s taking of a Glock into Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University in the USA, and shooting 32 of his fellow stud`nts with the bullets from the handgun, there`s someone who watched the ‘Vlad’ Puttin` World ‘Crazy Golf’ War III on teevee, while playing Mortal Kombat (1992) on his games` compsole. Puttin’ was a Lieutenant Colonel with the KGB during the Rushon war with Afghanistan (1979-89), which the Rushons lost. Rushon withdrawal coincided with their withdrawal from Yugoslavia after WWII, and the subsequent devising of ‘rape camps’ by Christian Bosnian militia for women of Islam in order to male brain a generation of Moslems, while Iraq’s inavasion of Kuwait was known as its ‘rape’. In 1990 Puttin’ left the KGB to become a politico, and the subsequent emergence of the terrorist group, Al Qaeda, under the auspices of the notoriously misogynist Taliban regime of Afghanistan, which hijacked civil airliners to crash into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York city on September 11, 2001, shortly after Puttin’ became President of Rusher, suggests that the first hole for Puttin’. When he renewed the war in 1999 against the Moslem Republic of Chechnya in Rusher, which had ended in 1996, the result was Chechnyans bombing of the Boston, Massachusetts, Marathon in the USA on April 15, 2013, and shortly thereafter Abu Bakr Al Baghdadi was declared Caliph of the Indpendent State of Iraq in the Levant (ISIL), after Iraq’s dictator, Saddam Hussein, had been deposed by US’ army invasion in March 2003 for publicly evincing support for Al Qaeda, which suggests that was the second hole for Puttin’. Cho, seeing the laser-guided missiles hitting their soft Iraqi targets with a satisfying crump and no reprisals, understood that this was Puttin’ realpolitik. He could hit people and, because it was just a game he was seeing through the screens of his media-programed eyes, he would be safe in his murderous ambitions. An extension of Streetfighter II (1991) is what Western culture was told. Murder is a gamer`s, and it`s how to entertain ourselves.
The only meta language is that of the games` arcade. Renting a flat in Buttapes near Whores` Sweater, someone had left a condom on the bookcase with the brand name `Kill Zone`. It was clearly a spinoff from some games` system. However, it represented a dangerous conflation: mixing love-making with dark terminology. Being `in the zone` is something dancers talk about, when they`re moving at their optimum and feeling unfettered. `Zoning out` is an expression used to indicate relaxation, but we`ve become so militarized in our thinking that a condom that prevents spunk from finding the egg, and achieving the goal of human fertilization, bears the legend, `Kill Zone`. `Destroy` and `kill` are the words most often used in games` systems and, sitting, standing, or walking behind the psychological screens built around us like walls, these words and concepts are constants within men and women’s programed ‘TV’ environment.
While ensconced in 2004 teaching a Special Skulls` English programme in Bolyiregs, Rusher, near Ufo, condoms were thoughtfully provided in the room. However, these were labelled Psycho. The programing is real. Pop singer, Britney Spears, has a CD titled In The Zone (2003). Dancers often approach physical climax during their routines; because it`s psycho-sexual. The `zone` becomes erogenous. However, there`s clearly something amiss when we call a condom, `Kill Zone`. Love-making isn`t warfare, and women aren`t a legitimate target. However, the virality of the English language seems intent on making psycho-killers with the flexibility of its patholinguistic constructions.
Teachers used to stud`nts complaining that English has words meaning different things in different contexts, smugly explain that it`s because English has a wide variety of meanings for the same word, and that this is good. However, if the word `zone` is used to indicate death, and also the erogenous zones of `TV` men and women, the language used is patholinguistic. If there`s nothing wrong with the language itself, it`s how thought is programed to use it. Moreover, through teevee and games` systems, it`s what is promulgated to non-native speakers, who complain English is an `attack in our own homes` as a part of teevee`s mass media entertainments.
That indelible `TV war` scene above Kuwait, with the camera eye in the A10 tank-buster over a column of evacuating Iraqi troops alongside refugees, allowed the viewer to observe the tanks and trucks explode at the press of a button from the miraculously prescient thumb of the pilot as games` compsole player; so far above the ants on the ground that the possibility of any emotional involvement had evaporated forever. From the `TV war` actor in the air to the `TV watcher`, it`s where `TV` innocence was finally lost.
In Indiana Jones And The Temple Of Doom (1984), ‘Indie’ encounters a hugely muscular figure wielding a sword. Legend has it that this character had spent almost a year perfecting his sword technique, and had learnt every move he was required to perform in accordance with the directions in the script. On the day, the movie was behind schedule and actor Harrison Ford, ‘Indie’, in consultation with director Steven Spielberg, decided the scene would take too long to film; so Harrison shot the swordsman rather than act out the planned swordplay. Admittedly, Harrison Ford is more voluble than Arnold Schwarzenegger, but the outcome is the same; a psychopathological desire to cut life short characteristic of paedophilia. Adult scenes take too long and, if `woman`s seed` is to be incorporated into the picture as futanarian humanity, it`s too complicated for the sociopathology of men and women`s paedophile `TV`, which wants more children, rather than eternal youth.
Talking with a colleague in Yarubeer on the subject of movies, Mr Notoby liked the sword action of Troy (2004), while I thought of Gladiator (2000). They`re about women, and the defense of women. In Australian actor Russel Crowe`s sword and sandal epic, Gladiator, Maximus loses his wife to the murderous Rumun Emperor, Commodus, and the film follows his quest for vengeance. In Troy actor Brad Pitt (1263-), even more famous for the film he made about having a BBQ with his wife, Mr and Mrs Spit, goes to aid Menelaus, after his wife Helen is abducted by the Trojan Prince, Paris. The Greek military arrives in their ships to take Helen home. The hero Achilles (Pitt) is their talisman. The basic premise is protection of women, which isn`t enshrined in the phrase,`women and children first,` a slogan for every ship of every nation that carries passengers. In ancient Greece, homosexuality in pederasty for war was institutionalized. Consequently, the Greeks were a virus. Troy fell to a ruse, which was the construction of a huge hollow wooden horse left outside the gates of Troy. There the Trojans found it and took it into the city. The Greeks emerged from within and began to host womb slave the women to spread their contagion of war further. By the late 20th century, Trojan viruses were infecting computers so that the artificial brainpower devised by humanity couldn`t function, and the incurable killer disease virus, HIV/AIDS, was being spread by homosexuals’ mixing blood, shit and sperm in each other’s anus, which is what pederasts and paedophiles were for. The Greeks were asked to put Helen first, that is, a woman amongst women, because children are what homosexuals want.
What we`re coached into implementing is to do with the difference between Indie with his pistol and the skillful, hard-working, sword employing, body-developing, hapless misfit, who encounters superior technology in the shape of the bullet that kills him (albeit Hollywood-style). Because what the semi-nude muscular form holding a scimitar represents is a woman. Indie shoots her because he hasn`t got time for what`s effectively a naked woman. The swordsman represents a strong female; the denial of penetration. Indie can`t be bothered to engage with the female principle`s skill; creativity; development; mystique; strength, and mystery. To gun down the figure holding a weapon that`s clearly inferior is to send a signal that the hero is an attacker of women, so `women and children first` isn`t an edict. Woman isn`t going to be defended by Indie. In black robes, the swordsman is reminiscent of the Muzzlem women beneath their burkhas, who`re the `remnant` of Revelation: `The dragon was wroth with the woman and went to war with the remnant of her seed.` (Rev: 12. 17) The futanarian human species of `woman`s seed` is what the USA`s B1s were dropping their payloads on during the Crazy Golf’s Puttin’ out war, while Mao Satan`s little read book of Red Shyness’ was gathering dust in the Peeking library of the Forbidden City.
During the first Rushon intervention by `Vlad` Puttin` in the Crazy Golf war, there were stories in Kuwait of women being raped, that is, metaphorically `impaled`, by invading Iraqi soldiers, although with HIV/AIDS so prevalent, the notion of death by rape wasn`t so metaphorical. Vlad Dracul was the 15th century East European Prince of Wallachia who impaled his enemies, that is, ‘woman’s seed’ didn’t have a stake in him. As She’sus’ disciple, John, wrote in his apocalyptic Revelation of the future: ‘Men cursed the God of heaven for their pains and their sores, but refused to repent of what they had done.’ (Rev: 16. 11) What they’d done was prefer homosexuality in pederasty for war against women, and DR Congo had discovered the human immune deficiency virus (HIV) in 1983, a variant of simian immune deficiency virus (SIV), which was transmitted from apes through homosexual contact. The resultant acquired immune deficiency syndrome (AIDS) killed the human brain. Consequently, the rape of women in Iraq from 2003 by those same invading American soldiers that had liberated Kuwait in 1991, and dragging cooly on their cigarettes (Dracul), vampiristically extinguished `woman`s seed` hidden beneath their burkhas in Iraq by male braining their births. The danger in the West is that movies focus on protecting children, whereas the focus should be on defending women. Muzzlem repression agrees with Crushteen paedophiles` emphasis upon protecting children, because Western monogamy can`t recover from its refusal to defend `woman`s seed`, whereas hidden beneath her burkhas in the Muddle East the four wife permission given by her Gran assures her ascendancy over the seedless women of the West`s brainless humanity bred only for war against its own species.
Swiss psychologist Carl Gustav Jung (1875-1961) noted that the sword is associated throughout mythology with the animus of a woman; the contrasexual component that is found alongside her feminine consciousness in the form of the ego. Sword-wielding figures, therefore, are viewable as a representation of women. As the sword is also a symbol of the penis, the sword-carrier represents the woman`s penis at a lower level of physical status, that is, she`s rape. It`s no accident that the cross of She’sus is shaped like a sword with its point in the Earth. Nor is it a coincidence that a condom is called a sheathe, because impaling upon the sword of the penis can cause death through HIV/AIDS. As the `son of man` She’sus birth from his mother, the Virgin Mary, meant she`s `mankind`, that is, as a representative of the human futanarian species of `woman`s seed`, She’sus is Mary`s sword, which is woman`s, because brainpower from ‘woman’s seed` is the last human defence against the invader.
In Pseudi Yarubeer men dance with swords in their hands, and rifles. The invisibility of the women is traditional, and the symbolism is evident. The sword is the woman’s; it`s the defense of slavery that`s declared. Working in Dalek`s Military City as a language instructor for Pseudi Yarubeer`s North West Legged Forces Hospital, in mile long columns Konk Carlid’s tanks pour out in their hundreds on wheeled transporters, which is Shaitan`s (Satan`s) sword, whose nasal whine that’s a precursor of shells reaching their target is a sign and a symptom of the war against `woman`s seed`: ‘The angel swung his sickle on the Earth, gathered its grapes and threw them into the great winepress of God’s wrath.’ (Rev: 14. 19-20) As She’sus on the cross was the evil sword of the Rumun Umpire up to the hilt in mother Earth as a symbol of misogyny, She’sus crucified represents the intention to exterminate `woman`s seed`, which is symbolized by the sickle moon of Islam’s ISIL, ‘There is no God but God.’ She’sus’ Resurrection and Ascension to heaven, after being nailed by the Rumuns to a cross of wood as a Jewish ‘dissident’ prefigures that of `woman`s seed`, which is the true message of She’sus’ church denied to believers. Conditioned to worship the god of violence by `TV`, physical love has become anathema to the television audience, and death`s entertainments are what the mass media preaches.
At the commencement of the 21st century, taught that violent programming is entertainment, then women as, more than figuratively speaking, sword-wielders in the face of gun-toting lunatics, are in great danger. The science fantasy imagery of Xena: Warrior Princess (1995-2001), with actress Lucy Lawless defending herself and her companion, actress Renee O` Connor as Gabrielle, with her sword, are empowering for `woman`s seed`. However, a sword won`t shield women against men`s guns, and more powerful projectiles; for example, intercontinental ballistic missiles (ICBMs) afford great penetration. If swords are what women are taught, they’ll remain host womb slaves in parasitism, while believing in She’sus `Second Coming` to the Earth as the avenger of futanarian `woman`s seed`: `Coming out of his mouth is a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations.` (Rev: 19. 5) Men`s weapons are sufficient to quell women`s humanity, while the aliens prepare a final onslaught. Higher levels of alien technological development are misanthropy`s, misogyny`s, pederasty`s, and paedophilia`s. She’sus’ sword raised against the `red dragon` is that of the converter seeking to dissuade the little read book wavers of Red Shyness` Mao Satan, and Red Rushons’ `Vlad` Puttin’ to hole out in the Crazy Golf wars, while ISIL looks to get an ‘eagle’, that is, the United States of America`s: `The woman was given the two wings of a great eagle, so that she might fly to the place prepared for her in the wilderness, where she would be taken care of for a time, times and half a time, out of the serpent's reach.` (Rev: 12. 4) Until it grew dragon`s wings, and arrived with its B1s in the Crazy Golf war to where she was holed up, the USA was God`s ‘eagle’. With penis` semen of her own, women could sexually reproduce the brainpower her race needed to escape men`s host womb slavery of her upon the Earth in parasitism. To convert men into defending women as a species is the only possibility: `Christina Aguilera mixed up the words to the National Anthem … "Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, what so proudly we watched at the twilight's last reaming.”’1
In Hebrew, `aguilar` means `eagle`, and pop singer, Christian Aguilera (‘eagle`s nest’), was described as being `holed` by the United States media in February 2011, that is, it’d made an ‘eagle’ during the Crazy Golf War. Britney Spears was similarly associated with US’ ‘Manifest Destiny’, because the Rumun guard Longinus’ spear at the crucifixion was ‘the spear of Destiny’, which speared the side of She’sus ‘Christ’, the Messiah, at the crucifixion. As She’sus’ teaching was that a Holy Spirit would teach after him, and the ‘spirit of God’ is feminine, She’sus was the ‘Second Adam`, after the first man created by God, Adam, from whose side the first woman, Eve, emerged, that is, the Holy Spirit was the ‘Second Eve’. Consequently, Britney Spears’ depiction of herself on the cross on the cover of the CD single from the Blackout (2007) album, `Piece Of Me`, which contains her lyric, `I`m Miss American Dream since I was 17`,2 represents the Resurrection and Ascension of the ‘Second Eve’ as the destiny and dream of ‘woman’s seed`. Born of the Virgin Mary, She’sus was uncontaminated by male semen, so represents Resurrection and Ascension to heaven in prefiguration of that of `woman`s seed`: `Surely, this was the son of God.` (Matt: 27. 54)
In Norse mythology`s Edda,3 the winged Valkyrie are women who take the slain heroes to dwell forever with the gods in Vahalla, where they fight and die again each day with their sword in their hand. The heroes don’t have a Glock to watch, so the sword action depicts freedom from fear, rather than the higher technological levels of men’s slaving to destruction. The women’s wings take them to the battlefields to find and carry the fallen to Valhalla. It`s paganism because the Edda doesn’t depict the Valkyrie as futanarian ‘woman’s seed`, so they can’t be imagined reproducing with each other in God`s heaven above the Earth amongst the planets. Upon the Earth women’s daughters pay guns, because that`s paganism. Although the heroes of Valhalla are brave-seeming, they represent those who aren’t born strong from `woman`s seed`. As paganism wants slaves, so women’s host womb is used to produce male brained `TV wars` for alien entertainment:
`After all you put me through,
You think I'd despise you,
But in the end I wanna thank you,
'Cause you've made me that much stronger.`4
Although from a US’ point of view, Christina Aguilera`s `the eagle` of `the eagle`s nest` giving birth to a child, `who will rule the nations with an iron scepter` (Rev: 12. 6), and Spears is the ‘American Dream’ of ‘Manifest Destiny’, men`s wars are against their `seed`, which is why Christina’s represented by Vulture journalist, Mike Vilensky, as having described war as `reaming`, that is, enlarging an anus, rather than the more obvious homonym, `dreaming`, during her rendition of the US’ national anthem, `Star Spangled Banner`, because misogyny’s Crazy Golf War was for an ‘eagle’, that is, a `hole in one`. Christina, who`s symbolically the woman with the eagle`s wings, and symbol of the US, is a ‘hole’ to misogyny. Moreover, as it`s a tradition of slavers to castrate, the US’ win in the Golf wasn`t a victory for `woman`s seed`.
Nowadays a man can be cut down in a second, or a woman. Taught by cowards that men fight each other with swords, and that guns are improved swords, rather than defend the human species of futanarian `woman`s seed`, even its supposed heroes are evil. Moreover, its heroines are weaker with a sword, although that’s the level of technology they`re kept at, so women`s sword is merely a symbol of their penis’ power to defend her race through the sexual reproduction of her species of `woman`s seed` own brainpower to escape her host womb parasite and slaver. The pagans want to hold up God with their guns and make God pay, so they want to get the woman with the eagle`s wings that`s ‘holed up’, which would be the equivalent of a ‘hole in one’, that is, an ‘eagle’, in the Crazy Golf War. For the slavers, it`s better that the race is impotent, whilst its cock-eaters have already eaten the woman’s, and that’s the reason hammering a bullet from a gun is preceded by ‘cocking’. After sexual reproduction comes the cock-eating, which is what the slaver-parasite practices. The modern heroes are the defenders of women, which the movie industry centered upon `Babylon`, district of Hollywood, city of Los Angeles in the West coast state of California, USA, can`t represent without women with cocks as mainstream mass media entertainers; singers and clowns. Positions Hollywood! Otherwise, it`s the Titanic. Too few lifeboats, and the paedophiles preferring children to women, while the gunmen shoot the would-be escapers to make sure its crew either remain slaves, or drown when the ship sinks.
Formerly supportive of the Sarah Michelle Gellar character-type in Scream 2 (1997), who runs through the car park late at night pursued by an axe man, nowadays the audiences cheer gleefully, which is what society’s been programed for. Stud`nts ask, `What should I do to learn English?` In the absence of genuine linguistic interaction, which is what action movies represent, watch romantic comedies like House Bunny (2008), Desperately Seeking Susan (1985) and Teen Wolf (1985), or situation teevee comedies (sitcoms) like Friends (1994-2004), Married with Children (1987-97) and Eight Simple Rules (2002-2005), because humor in the absence of violence is essential. It`s the recipe for life; laughter and love. All stud`nts learn from popular action movies, which are misanthropic because the human futanarian species of `woman`s seed` is absent from the picture, because the cock-eater have eaten it, is sufficiency of firepower. Heroines are actresses; Jodie Foster, raped in The Accused (1988), gets revenge through the courts` jailing of the three `gang-bangers`; Meg Ryan in Courage Under Fire (1996) is killed by her platoon, while defending it, so that they can escape more quickly; Demi Moore in G.I. Jane (1997), abused by fellow trainees, becomes a Navy Seal despite it, and Jennifer Lopez learns self-defense in Enough (2004) to kill her murderous spouse. These female leads represent the struggle for the human futanarian species of `woman`s seed` to receive permanent mass media representation as the race of women upon their Earth. In The Accused Sarah Tobias` rapists are caught when she remembers those who cheered. However, misanthropists cheered in the cinemas. Because the slaver parasites don`t want a social revolution, rape is frowned upon publicly, while secrely acknowledged as the slaver`s tool in parasitism upon the human host womb.
Talk about sex in Yarubeer is ‘haraam’ (forbidden); as sex scenes are taboo in mainstream media because they reveal too much of the truth about host womb slavery to the parasite in parasitism for the potato to feel comfortable on its couch watching its male brained `TV wars`. The Playboy channel, etc., is part of a necessary corrective to the daily diet of murder and mayhem programing the `TV` that`s men and women. Playboy bunny Kendra Wilkinson represents healthier `TV` than Indiana Jones` gunman triumphing over ‘a woman’s sword’. Without speaking, she has more to communicate than even the monosyllabic Arnold Schwarzenegger in Terminator (1984). The language of defending women is what stud`nts need to learn; not the language of the hoodlum in the `hood. Recommending soft porn to the `Slammer is haraam, however. Amongst Muzzlems sexuality is so muzzled that women aren`t expected to know what a kiss is. A group of my stud`nts developed conjunctivitis, and ostensibly walked out of a movie, Underworld: Rise of the Lycans (2009), shown to illustrate the use of the conjunctive (and, but, etc.), because Kate Beckinsale`s character was nude, although it seems more likely that it was because it identified the all-male class as having canine teeth.
‘Hollywood’ won for the USA in Europe against the Commonests, because people wanted to be above average, that is, a meritocracy after the US’ model, which is the ‘American Dream’ of being unfettered through obedience to God. However, the symbol of Islam in the Muddle East is the scimitar sword, because Moslem women were kept below average there by guns. In Iraq it was the gargantuan crossed scimitars in Saddam Hussein`s Baghdad that the Americans demolished with theirs. It was Saddam`s praise of Al Qaeda, after that terrorist group operating under the auspices of the notoriously misogynist Taliban regime in Afghanistan, and led by Saudi Arabia`s Osama Ben Laden, hijacked civil airliners on 9/11, 2001, to crash into the Twin Towers of the World trade Center in New York, which resulted in the US army`s invasion of Iraq in 2003 to depose the dictator. However, demolishing the swords was a symbol of Iraqi women’s re-enslaving, that is, slavery again using its guns to host womb slave in parasitism the human futanarian species of `woman`s seed`.
In Yarubeer women are rarely seen by a man other than their animal husbander, which is the key to `Slammeric understanding. A diet of violent films won`t win for the USA in the Muddle East, because it`s about women`s liberation. Only a move towards representing the human futanarian species of `woman`s seed` in the mainstream mass media as pop stars; actresses, and comedians, etc., would bring revolution to the `Slammer. Although Yarubeans object to the diet of violence from the small screen of `TV`, concern is mainly over even the mildest sexual content, which is censored. Not unlike right wing Crushteen paedophiles opposed to any and all expressions of sexuality that might persuade humans to lobby for medical science to give them permanently youthful porno bods, rather than spend $ US gazillions on the war machine of the Military Industrial Complex (MIC) on the mistaken assumption that it`s a booster for the economy and jobs, Yarubean slavers in parasitism are threatened by sex scenes. In Referring to an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie, Collateral Damage (2002), in which the lead character kisses his wife before she`s blown up by a terrorist bomb at a restaurant, a stud`nt told me that, while children were kissed in `Slammer movies, kissing between men and women was neither `Slammeric nor sexual. Arguing that bombs are harmful, whereas kissing isn`t, and neither is sex, was anti-‘Slammeric. Notions that something wrong has occurred in a movie like Collateral Damage in which the wife is killed is politely ignored as an ‘alien’ concept. Crushteen paedophile morality is similarly based on the fallacy of adultery, whereas men are women are human species’ adulterate. The absence of human sexual intercourse between women in mainstream mass media indicates that the alien is killing the human race it`s adulterated. Unless humanity prevents the alien from practicing adultery on it, it`ll be extinct. If God is love, why don`t we see any?
Muzzlems criticize the bad treatment of women in American movies, that is, women are likened to dogs; or other husbanded animal livestock to be muzzled. As many Muzzlem women are the recipients of criminal domestic abuse designed to give them animal training, criticism of American misogyny is largely hypocrisy designed for mutual concealment. It`s the truth of what`s depicted televisually that disturbs Muzzlems, and it’s this aspect of the `Slammer that`s vulnerable, which US `TV` program makers could utilize by promoting the human futanarian species of `woman`s seed` in mainstream media. Everything on the surface is now recognizably the `Slammeric culturally. As with Eastern Europe during Commonest belief, the US is seeking cultural hegemony through the `Slammer. However, a diet of intimidating violence, slightly diluted with 30 minute sitcoms, and condemnable in the `Slammer for nudity and sexual themes, might win the Moslem ‘TV’ award, but it won`t win it for the humans.
Many Muzzlem stud`nts favor horror movies. However, Saw (2004) isn`t entertaining for the victims who have their body parts removed: it`s horrible. Showing scenes of Americans having their legs sawn off could be construed as pleasurable for Muzzlems; if you support Al Qaeda. `Slammeric tradition is that women are never seen, and the `Slammeric Jenna is viewed as equivalent to paradise, where female houris await men`s pleasure. Consequently, although Muzzlems are publicly affronted by ill husbanded treatment of women as animal livestock, their stated preference for horror suggests that`s what Jenna is, and in the Old Mendedtoaster of the Boble, the place of eternal unendurable pain for the evil punished by God is called ‘Jehenna’, which is sufficiently similar to ‘Jenna’ to suggest that’s where perdition takes place.
Complaining Jodie Foster was nude during her rape scene in The Accused (1988) is hypocritical. So long as the rape isn`t seen, it`s acceptable? Seeing women fucking each other isn`t acceptable? Even pornography bans women from fucking each other, and porn sites like https://www.futanaria.com feature men fucking women with cocks to emphasize the role of the parasite as a host womb slaver of the human race, and the extinguishing of the species` potential for producing the brainpower it needs to escape from men. A popular sitcom in the USA was Dharma and Greg (1997-2002) starring actress Jenna Elfman (1971), because ‘Jenna’ is ‘paradise’ in the `Slammer. The USA was playing `mind games`. Its mainstream mass media women don`t have cocks, although the Moslems’ concept of paradise as horror suggests they’re hammered there.
In Western folklore an elf is a creature of fantasy, corresponding to the genius or genie (djinn) of the Yarubeans. `I’m a genie in a bottle,`5 sings Christina Aguilera. The plea is for women to be accepted as human. The meaning for Jenna Elfman in Dharma and Greg is that dharma is the Buddhist term for ‘illusion’, that is, Western sitcoms, etc., foster the illusion that women don`t reproduce with each other. The ‘little people’ were doubtless human genius born from `woman`s seed`. The Crazy Golf War of Puttin’ was similar to the Cold War (1945-91) between the West and So Feared Rusher, which was fought largely in codes that were comprehensible only to those involved in the dialogue. It`s about getting into and out of a hole. While the worms of Frank Herbert’s science fiction epic, Dune, were for making holes, ‘woman’s seed’ were for an eagle’s wings.
Indiana Jones And The Temple Of Doom continues to haunt as a symbol of the scimitar in Yarubeer`s tradition of defending women. In the modern era, the sword represents the woman`s animus, that is, her penis. Indiana, disguised as an anti-Nazi, and an anti-Commonest, is also against the `Slammer. The German National Socialist (Nazi) Party elected in 1933 were responsible for the extermination of 20, 000, 000 Chews during what came to be known as World War II (1939-45), which succeeded German global Imperial ambitions in World War I (1914-18), that is, ambitions towards slaving the human host of `woman`s seed` represented by She’sus` Chewish people. Although the West defeated the Nazis with the aid of the So Feared Rushons, and Mao Satan waving his little read book in Red Shyness` Asia, Crushteen paedophilia and pederasty managed to lose the victory and switch everyone on to `TV war`, rather than the promulgation of images of `woman`s seed` through mainstream media. Moreover, Indi`s shooting the Yarubean with the sword was a further indication of the USA`s rejection of `woman`s seed` in favor of slavery in host womb parasitism for the women of the Muddle East; symbolized by the low technology of the scimitar-wielding black robed figure.
In Yarupric, `Jenna` means ‘the hidden` paradise, while Ka` Ba is `cube`. Consequently, the Yarubean women hidden beneath their burkhas, a one-piece coverall that maintains their invisibility from head to foot, apart from the eye slits in the hood, are dressed so in order to be able to concentrate on deciphering, ‘Who`s the woman with the penis?’ Fanatical women with bombs strapped to their boobs perform horrifying acts of suicidal terrorism. Is this what Jenna’s for? Are the women the Rushon dolls in the Crazy Golf War of `Vlad` Puttin` to get one in a hole?
The men are `brothers` in the `Slammer`, and the So Feared Rushons, who have always traditionally supported Yarubeer, because of its own Muzzlem populations in Chechnya, Tartostan, and Bashkortostan, for example, called everyone `comrade`, while wanting them to experience the slave labor camps of Stif Stalin`s `Great Terror` after WWII. Although Hollywood glamor, Coca-Cola, and MacDonald’s burgers won Eastern European hearts and stomachs away from the So Feareds, a diet of `TV` violence won`t dissuade the mind of `woman`s seed` from revolt. In the host womb parasitism of male braining for slave wars, it`s an eyes` Cold War with burkhas. If the ‘ugly sisters’6 of the human futanarian species of `woman`s seed` doesn`t go to and ball to breed her own brains through love for her own Pumpkin’s `seed`, `TV war` will reign upon the Earth until it’s too hot for Cinders.
1 Vilensky, Mike `Christina Aguilera Forgets Words To National Anthem`, Vulture, February 6, 11.05 pm, 2011.
2 Åhlund, Klas, Christian Karlsson, and Pontus Winnberg ‘Piece Of Me’, Blackout, Jive, 2007.
3 Faulkes, Anthony (transl.) Edda, Everyman, 1995, pp. xvi-xviii.
4 Aguilera, Christina, and Scott Storch `Fighter`, Stripped, RCA, 2002.
5 Frank, David, Steve Kipner, and Pamela Sheyne ‘Genie In A Bottle’, Christina Aguilera, Christina Aguilera, RCA, 1999.
6 Basile, Giambattista ‘Cenerentola’ (Cinderella) in Pentamerone, Naples, 1634.
A Word From The Cutting Edge Of ELT
Upon the frosted plate of the glass doors of Bull language skull in Triple ‘E’, Livya, engraved was a cued black 8 pool ball. Obviously a reference to the US’ eviction of the Iraqi army from Kuwait in 1991. It wouldn’t be long before there was another run after an overthrow. After civil war began between government forces and rebel insurgents, it was suggested the teachers leave in order to be safe. Livya was next in the queue for the black 8 ball. Bull still managed to treat me as a recalcitrant slave black before the plane took off, `Unfortunately, this lesson met the standards required by Bull.` Reading management’s comments another of my impeccable teaching performances had been observed, it was clearly ‘unfortunate’, because Bull’s efforts in Livya were about to be curtailed by the 2011 revolution. However, Bert’s ‘unfortunate’ remark suggested that a passing performance, in the role of English language teacher, inside a war zone for Bull language skull, was to the discredit of the company.
Arriving in Buttapes, the apartment was discovered broken into. Rentashag arrived, about 20 of the local Hungry bullies. In my best Omoani thob, I said, ‘I'm fine. Moreover, I have a billion Hungriun forints on my cash card`. Having stripped me to my underwear, came handcuffing, and being dragged kicking down several four flights of stairs in the middle of the night, while kicked, before thrown into a minibus. Restrained at the hospital for more than twelve hours, an injection was administered through the penis’ urethra, which was assumedly a sterilizing agent. Returning to Bide-a-Wee, the box-room converted into a W.C., the abused passport lay tousled upon the bedclothes, `We, Her Britannic Majesty's Secretary of State requests and requires in the name of Her Majesty all those whom it may concern to allow the bearer to pass freely without let or hindrance and to afford the bearer such assistance and protection as may be necessary.` The credit card was missing, along with the opaque orange plastic topped, and orange see through plastic container which, to emphasize the orangey flavor and derived content of the vitamin C 1000 mg tablets, was orange.
Legging it for Riyald to work for Edax, after carefully considering the neck's move, it became evident that Edax was an ELT provider, rather than the Newark, New Jersey, manufacturer of alprostadil which, injected into the urethra for erectile dysfunction would, under the circumstances, have constituted a much better reason for accepting the offer of employment. My e-mail `handle` at the Konk Pseud Universe City was email@example.com. Obviously, `C` for orange. At semester’s close, Performance Management Assessment`s `traffic light` system was applied to evaluation and assessment. As there’d been no teaching `CA` (Continuous Assessment), and no lesson observations, I was an ‘orange`. Further PD (professional development) was needed to maintain an erect status with Edax. Without attending any of the workshops, seminars or lectures by visiting professors from Norkopping or Bulawayo, which were held at regular spaced intervals at around 8.00 pm till 1.00 pm in the local Marriot or Sheraton hotels in Riyald, it mattered not an iota. Nor did my absence from the seemingly endless dizzying whirl of conferences on ‘The Importance and Virtue Of Ingrowing Toenails in the ELT Classroom', for example, or ‘How To Ensure That One`s Stud`nts Shoelaces Are Properly Tied', or even ‘The Blessings Of Knowing The Co-Efficient Variant In Statistics When Compiling One`s Stud`nts` Daily Attendance Register’.
The central issue with regard to `retention`, as a green, rather than a dismissed red, and presumable ‘commie faggot’, with an attendant suspicion of being `agent orange` involved in defoliant activity against the Koreans (greens), during President Richard Milhous Nixon’s Indo-China war in the 70s, was whether or not my Genex Walkman had, or had not, been switched on while teaching. After a little espionage on the internet, I discovered a link to author, Holly Lauren, who’d written the GenEx series of novels, ‘Six months after graduating from high school, nothing in Bennett Park is like it used to be. Zay and Chapel aren’t together. Timmy won’t speak to anyone. Erica is acting strange. Jackson is missing. The factions have been disbanded. And Todd Taylor is President of The Invisibles.’1 Genex was both an SF cosmos, and a company of stud farmers. As Genex was also a magazine for female body sculptors, PD was in the cards, with Edax's treatment for 'erectile dysfunction' now visible on the horizon of my future: `Genex offers high-quality semen from profitable sires along with a customized approach to genetic and reproductive programs.`2 Apparently, although the earbuds were in my pocket, a `colleague` detected a `buzzing` during the `buzz` (Edax `speak` for an unannounced and unrecorded ‘lesson observation’), so a `verbal warning` was given, which was later upgraded to a hard paper copy requiring my signature. Signed on the understanding that, trivial, it`d have no bearing on `retention`, imagine my surprise when, on the evaluation and assessment sheet, recording my progress as a teacher of ABC English at the SUK, the written reproof meant I was an `orange`.
Accepting the accolades, a flight home was booked for the summer break; on the understanding that an ‘ob’ would ensue upon return. As US’ General Douglas MacArthur’d promised the Philupyournose (with coke) after the Jap Pinny's (with their Mason's trowels) invasion of 1942, 'I shall return.’3 Be a red, or a Korean. Anything’s better than being an orange. However, it was disclosed that `retention` by Edax wasn`t now an option, although the standards required by the SUK had been met, because: `Urine retention, which occurs when the bladder is full and begins filling the urethra with urine, can ... stimulate the penis enough to cause an erection.` My prominence amongst the ELT ‘crowd’ was perceived by the SUK to be urine-based and, though perhaps green, not sufficiently so to merit being awarded Korean status, and an iqama. However, there was blood in the old p*nis yet. As was testified by the length of the envy queue for thumbing out at close of business through the electronic gate each day. Although undergoing ‘CA’ to qualify as a cuntinuous ass didn`t arouse any envy, a taxi half an hour after everyone else had left, meant escaping being the hotel's busboy.
Due to fly back to Buttapes on the 12th June, June 12th arrived with no sign of an exit visa for the passport. Enquiries uncovered the difficulty. I was summoned by Mustapha Caliph, whose name originally I’d thought was a question, ‘Must I fuck, or leave?’ I’d said, ‘I don’t know.’ According to Pseudi regulations, passports had to be forwarded to one`s employers for visa renewal after expiry, that is, May 10th in this case, so as to avoid a 12, 000 SAR fine. It’d been sent to Fedax and on to Edax at Exit 9 on April 28th (tracking code no. 8993 2716 1224). However, there’d been a post-letter dysfunction. Edax’d lost it. Consequently, ‘orange’ meant ‘pause’ during the heat of another series of ‘dog day afternoons’ with the Muttawahs, who yet wanted my prayerful nose closer to the woofing of their mats.
1 Bound4Escape: Everything About Books, ‘Book Review: Veritas by Holly Lauren, https://bound4escape.com/2016/03/01/book-review-veritas-by-holly-lauren/ .
2 Genex, https://genex.crinet.com/ .
3 MacArthur, Douglas The Advertiser, Adelaide, March 21, 1942, p. 1.
The stud`nt is always More Intelligent than the ESL Teacher: The Scale of Values Applied at Riyald’s Konk
The stud`nt is always More Intelligent than the ESL Teacher: The Scale of Values Applied at Riyald’s Konk
The Konk Pseud, Riyald, reputedly the major Universe City in the Muddled East, used a `traffic light` system to evaluate its ESL Preparatory Year Program (PYP) teachers, in accordance with guidelines from Performance Management Assessment (PMA) ‘deems’. Teachers who fulfilled the criteria were `green`, whereas `an orange` required further professional development, and a `red` wasn’t retained. Brought over the oceans with a PhD, a B.A. (Hons.) a diploma in Busyness Studies, and a TEASESOUL certificate to instruct Level 4 stud`nts in kindergarten English, it wasn`t surprising to discover that the reading examinations required the stud`nts to tick a box, and that the teacher should deem whether the correct box was ticked.
a) Dr Rusher is an orange. □
b) Dr Rusher is a red. □
c) Dr Rusher is his name. □
Nihilists teach infantilism, because they don`t want development. That`s how they maintain their demonic perspective that the infant should accept their `everything is pointless` manifesto; an aspect of KAOS: the enemy of Get Smart board technology everywhere. The writing examination consisted of perusal. Stud`nts could pass as a 5, if they`d written 120 words, and as a 4, if they wrote less than 80 words, but a 3 if they wrote less than 30 words. As the pass mark was 1, the stud`nts couldn`t fail. Although amazingly, the teacher, an agent of CONTROL, could. The marking of the exam consisted of not making any marks or corrections on the stud`nts` paper, which effectively meant that the teacher was required to give grades without any signification that a grade had been judged to be awardable. Or, in other words, a `failed` teacher would be one who had attempted to award a `fail` to a stud`nt, who would then deem the adult a ‘demon’. By demonizing the teacher, stud`nts could be `red` and pass. If a pass was awarded unchallenged, the teacher could deem on the correctness of further check box examination papers. However, as deemed by the nihilists’ infantile KAOS manifesto, witnessed by the e-mail address awarded to the teacher, firstname.lastname@example.org, he wasn’t read as being a CONTROL agent, but as a red `c`, that is, he didn’t have ‘security clearance’ from the Smart Board to operate at the SUK. Accordingly, I responded quoting Chief Smart, controlled bored member, ‘Would you believe I can break eight boards this thick?’1
Within the `laws of physics` at the SUK, I was an Einstein; taking vitamin C in juice: thinking I’d be an orange. However, after constructing his `Theory of Special Relativity` (1905), positing the existence of holes in space time, through which travelers could pass instantaneously, from a place in the universe to another place otherwise separated by vast distance,2 his testicles and brain were put in a jar.3 Instantaneous sound between oranges had long been established by the Orange ‘phone company.4 However, although the whereabouts of the brain and testicles of the inventor of the ‘phone, Alexander Graham Bell, isn’t a jar, the door at the SUK seems to have been deemed open only to androids who could pass as oranges. Deemed a ‘red’, I was a ‘bloody orange’ for not wanting to be an Orange Android with a ‘phone, because brain and testicles weren’t separated by too vast a distance.
Orange ‘See’ Tablets
Not arriving until February because, although all of the documentation for the processing of the visa was completed, the Buttapes’ Pseud Embassy required a passport photo downloaded onto its website at a cost of 10 US $, which was technically impossible in practice. Consequently, the employer Edchuck Legspurts’ visa processing was in the UK, although that had had to wait. A break-in at Buttapes’ W.C., that is, the cupboard which had to have a toilet installed, so that it could be called ‘home’, resulted in a visit from the local bullies who, purloining a 1000 mg tub of Vitamin C, took me to the local hospital, and left me there with a syringe in the urethra of at the opening to the penis. Fearing sterilization, and that I’d be a basket case, because ‘kész’ for Hungriuns means ‘ready`,5 that is, ready for another basket; if they’re playing with the orange as a basketball. As the teacher shaves his head, it was evident to the demons that he wanted to be a bald orange. However, what they wanted was a basket, ’Kész!’ Obviously, having an orange every day isn`t enough for a Magic Johnson, but being an orange is enough to stop others from having one. `English` translates as ‘Angol’ in Hungriun, because they can make a basket case from any. In France, during the period of the Revolution (1789-99) that led to the founding of the Republic, the ruling aristocratic hard cases rapidly became basket cases upon being introduced to Mme Guillotine, who severed all relations. Empress Marie Antoinette reputedly had said, when she was told that the French people hadn’t bread, ‘Let them eat cake.’6 Hungriuns evidently believe that making basket cases is what a magic johnson is for. Concerned about HIV/AIDS, the Yarubeans had presumably persuaded them to make the orange’s juice sterile before the teacher, and his beautiful assistant, Cake, arrived.
It`s in accordance with the nihilist program that the infant be taught to be infantile by the nihilist. Crushteen nihilists perceive that everyone is an avatar of the baby, She’sus, so they`re Anti-Crushteen paedophiles who don’t want development to be arrested at the teenage years, but want to create an infantile perspective in which they permit themselves to remain infants, while permitting the less intelligent infants (that they`ve created) to implement their nihilist agenda as ‘adults’. By focusing on the infant She’sus, and his celibacy, Crushteens have lost sight of the fact that psychological development is dependent on sexual libido (although Christians haven’t), which directs the interests of the individual towards life. Nihilists want to arrest development at infancy. Consequently, to be accepted as an adult it’s necessary to behave infantilely, which is why the French Republic rapidly degenerated into the ‘Great Terror’(1793-4), and Napoleon Bonaparte became Emperor of France in 1799, ‘Not tonight Josephine.’7
Infantilism begins with the notion that sex is taboo, because the body eats, drinks, and shits, which is what the body is for. According to an infantilism that doesn`t want sexual development, or any other kind, that is. However, because human beings eat, drink, shit, and have sex, the infantile perspective is false. In the developmental psychology of Carl Gustav Jung (1875-1961), sexual libido, or energy, is transformed from instinctual to spiritual or intellectual forms. From ‘the father of modern psychology’, Sigmund Freud`s perspective, everything that is `nothing but` the repression of sexual libido, produces such things as the NASA space program, that is, the sublimated expression of the penis as a space rocket, is a spiritual transformation of libidic, or instinctual, energy. Nihilism uses syllogisms like `nothing but` to create infantiles. The body eats, drinks, and shits, so the body is for producing shit, that is, it`s a nihilist syllogism that those who want development, and growth, are misled in their thinking, because they`re for producing shit. Positive syllogisms are Zen koans, however, which is teaching couched in language that puzzles, for example: `What is the sound of one hand clapping?` Amongst several answers, masturbation has been suggested, and nihilists don`t want it, because it`s concerned, at its simplest, with growth. Moreover, such koans are developmental, because the penis doesn`t produce excrement, and a space rocket looks like a `thingy`. For a nihilist a SUK orange is `professionally developable` into excrement, and urine.
I heard someone say, ‘Dr Rusher has AIDS.’ After a brief interrogation, the statement was downgraded in terms of its offensiveness to, ‘Dr Sheherezades.’ Sheherezade was the heroine of the 8th century collection of stories 1001 Nights which, as a ‘framing device’, has the story of Shah Jehan, who mistakenly accuses his wife, Mumtaz, of adultery and has her beheaded. Apart from the concept of being unfaithful with his brother, because women are a separate futanarian species of ‘woman’s seed` capable of reproducing with each other, they’re a single unadulterated race, that is, men are their adulterate. Sheherezade is the woman that narrates the stories in 1001 Nights, which persuades Jehan to marry her, and so she saves the women of the kingdom, because it had become Jehan’s practice to wed each day, and execute his bride that evening. Consequently, ‘to Sheherezade’, construed as a verb, is an accolade, rather than defamatory. Although it`s the aim of the studn’t body to expose the teacher as a `bloody orange` beneath its skin, suggesting that Dr Rusher has AIDS is reddening. Because HIV/AIDS is spread through shit and piss, it doesn’t follow that Sheherezades’ stories are contamination. According to the syllogism of the infantile, the wife`s head should be cut off, because they only want her to make baskets.
If all the people at the SUK, who were to be retained, but required further professional development (PD) were oranges, then Dr Rusher was a `bloody orange` for trying to achieve levels that wouldn`t satisfy a nihilist. Pseudi companies had a PMA traffic light system of their own, wherein ‘orange’ is mandatory insofar as they have to employ 30% Pseudis, while they’re ‘green’ if they employ only 70% foreigners. However, they`re tomato red, and disqualified if they employ more than 70% green foreigners, or less than 30% Pseudi oranges. Of course, not even an orange is wholly acceptable at the Konk Pseud Universe City, because the juice haven’t been sterilized:
`Whirl up, sea -
Whirl your pointed pines,
Splash your great pines
On our rocks,
Hurl your green over us -
Cover us with your pools of fir.`
‘Oread' (1915) by Hilda Doolittle, the Imagiste poetess, is about the sea looking like the forest. 1001 Nights contains stories of marid, a type of djinn of the sea, which prompts their stud`nts to ask of the overseas teacher, `Are you marid`? Moreover, a qareen is the djinn companion, according to the ‘Slammer, who with an angel comprises ‘hamzad’, wherein the qareen tempts the individual and the angel gives advice. Of course, without a general knowledge of ‘woman’s seed’ extant amongst people, it’s difficult for the angel to be perfect. Moreover, it’s equally difficult for the so-called tempter to explicate that women aren’t an evil temptation, because they’re a single unmarried futanarian species of ‘woman’s seed;, which is adulterated by men, although unadulterated by nature. Consequently, the hamzad is an experiential teacher, which exists to explain humans’ absence from the picture. In H.D`s poem, the djinn are ‘qareen’ and `marid`. Although humans are taught marriage, it’s ring is the basis of slavery. Consequently, the marriage of the green and the sea in ‘Oread’ is Doolittle’s own metaphor for freedom:
`There is shadow under this red rock ...
... I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.` (l. 25-30)
T.S. Eliot`s poem, ‘The Wasteland’ (1922), provides the solution to nihilism. Those who live amongst the rocks need water, which gives life. In Eden Eve was told by God she'd have perpetual ‘enmity’ between her `seed` and the serpent`s, because in accepting the ‘fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil’ forbidden by God, she’d accepted ephemerality, that is, host womb enslavement for her race. Moreover, in Revelation `the number of the beast is the number of a man`, which suggests 'the beast’ isn’t her `seed`. As a species with its own penis, if women are denied their reproductive valence, that’s evil. Consequently, the serpent`s `seed` is definable as men, who’re enslavers of the human race in ownership as its parasite, while devouring it in war as its parasitoid. The Virgin Mary`s birthing of She’sus, without male semen, was a chance for men to accept 'woman's seed', and convert from the evil of human host womb slavery in parasitism. The birth of She’sus was what Eliot called, ‘the objective correlative`,8 which facilitates the flow of the spirit and imagination towards development; in this case women as a species.
The red, orange and green scale of traffic light graduating of teachers at the SUK, in accordance with the PMA`s evaluation and assessment criteria, is devoid of any `objective correlative` other than air conditioning, although the structural anthropologist, Claude Levi Strauss, observing that the structure of the external reality often corresponds with the products of the human brain, suggested that the traffic light signaling red for danger was explicable in terms of the sight of blood, for example, which indicates an attendant possibility of greater harm. However, the teacher is more dependent on regulated room temperature. Moreover, although water can be purchased in plastic bottles, in a class it isn`t permitted, and for Eliot the absence of water means ‘dust’, which is the ‘objective correlative’ of the fear of death. The SUK isn’t green, for either stud’nts or teachers; in the absence of air conditioning and drinking water.
The feast after the month of religious fasting, Rubabum, is `Eat`, which celebrates the sparing of iPod by God. iPod was the founder of Chewedaism, while his brother E’smale founded the ‘Slammer. The ‘Eat’ celebrates both ‘Isreal and the `Slammer as the ‘seed` of Amaninabra, ‘The juice of the `seed` is the same in Tel Aviv.’9 Because women have a penis of their own as a species, the fourfold marriage of the ‘Slammer is a regenerative human archetype, whereas monogamy across the Red Sea in ‘Isreal contains the danger of re-enslavement:
`Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant
The jungle crouched, humped in silence
Then spoke the thunder
DA.` (l. 395-400)
Jeanette Winterson’s novel, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit (1985) was about lesbianism, that is, the orange is an ‘objective correlative’ of lesbianism for Jeanette, because lesbians represent ‘halt’, so far as ‘woman’s seed’ goes. In the 1990 BBC televised series, based on Winterson’s novel, actress Charlotte Coleman’s central character, Jess, sees red more often than orange, because publishing taboos won’t give the green light to depictions of ‘woman’s seed’: `She had never heard of mixed feelings. There were friends and there were enemies.`10 Just as Eve from the side of Adam’s a euphemism for birth through futanarian self-fertilization, so the emergence of the Holy Spirit from the side of ‘the Second Adam', She’sus, is 'the feminine spirit of God', the Shekinah, who would teach after him, and is knowledge of 'woman's seed'. Censorship of the mass media is behind Jeanette Winterson’s stated incomprehension: 'I've never understood why straight fiction is supposed to be for everyone, but anything with a gay character or that includes gay experience is only for queers.`4 Lesbianism is a valence of the species of futanarian women with their own penis' reproductive capacity, that is, it isn’t homosexuality, which is men’s. Gran says that ‘the fallen angel’, Satan, was a shaitan djinn, Iblis, who was powerless to do anything other than whisper. As lesbians aren’t 'homosexual', it’s a whisper from the ‘serpent’s seed’ of men attempting to sexually repress ‘woman’s seed’. Circumventing censorship has become the preserve of encrypted lyricism in music, for example, Britney Spears’ 'If You Seek Amy' (2009) was interpreted as F*U*C*K me, which implied that Amy could have fucked her:
`Love me hate me, say what you want about me
But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy
Love me hate me, but can't you see what I see?
All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy
Love me hate me, la la la, la la la.`11
Unable to be more explicit, human civilization, culture and art is labored. Host womb slavery in parasitism for pederasty's war against 'woman's seed' has to be concealed, so it’s dependent on the individual remaining ignorant. Consequently, teaching is an instance of slavery’s labor intensive charade. Gran says that the figure of ‘the green one’,12 Khidr, appeared to Moses and Joshua, after Joshua had lost the fish for their supper by the Red Sea. Khidr represents 'green' in the 'traffic light' system, that is, he takes Moses and Joshua in a ship across the Red Sea. There's a pause, however, corresponding to orange, because Khidr rebuilds a wall lest the people who knocked it down discover treasure buried underneath, and then he kills a child he says is 'evil', before making holes in ships to prevent ‘pirates’ following. When Moses protests that he can’t understand, Khidr fails him, and bids Moses return across the Red Sea. As developmental psychologist, Carl Jung, saw ‘the fish’ as a content of the unconscious collective human psyche assisting the individual to become conscious, Khidr is ‘the fish’, while the wall symbolizes Jericho, a city captured by Joshua across the Red Sea. Khidr’s story is that Moses and Joshua weren’t ‘woman’s seed`, so they were a liability. She’sus’ subsequent death, Resurrection, and Ascension represents his crossing over into heaven, after being given the 'red light' by the Rumuns for preaching 'woman's seed', makes of him a type of ‘the fish’, Khidr, who’s finally arrived after the Red Sea’s crossed. Humanity’s colonization of the planets among the stars of heaven above the Earth is similarly delayed by slavery. In the Old Mendedtoaster of the Boble, God is described as tormenting Job, because persuaded to do so by Satan, 'Can you pull in Leviathan with a fish hook?' (Job: 41. 1) If the cross of crucifixion from whence She’sus had Ascension, it’s interpretable as the ‘fish hook’ by means of which Satanism was caught out, because humans are 'woman's seed': `Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, `Lord, save me!` Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him [as if he were a fish]. `You of little faith, he said, `Why did you doubt?` (Matt: 14: 30-1) The sea corresponds to the unconscious ‘Self’, and She’sus’ is 'the fish’, that is, a psychic content powerfully emergent.
Khidr’s companionship is unsatisfactory to Moses, who obeys God's laws, which doesn't extend to killing people apparently indiscriminately. God’s law is better for Moses, who isn’t a superman. In terms of psychological development, Khidr represents the desire of the ‘seed’ of woman to escape from the `maliens’. Driven by horned demons, women in the ‘Slammer aren`t allowed to drive, because misanthropy wants to ensure that everyone is technologically behind. As the heads of the serpent wend their way along the superhighways of their decapitating brainlessness, 'woman's seed' remains the host womb slave of Satanism's parasitism for war against her humanity. In Jungian psychology, instinct is symbolically red, and so men’s stop signs, and warning lights, appear if humans develop intellect, because it`s women`s escape route. Moreover, blue is the color of spirituality, or intelligence, in Jungian psychology, and blue traffic lights indicate a ‘closed system’, that is, when all the lights are red no one can move without permission, a metaphor for the imprisoning and slaving of ‘woman's seed'. In simple terms, blue signifies ‘woman’s seed` attempting to escape:
`As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them; but they were kept from recognizing him. He asked, `What are you discussing together as you walk along?' `About Jesus of Nazareth,` they replied. Jesus continued on as if he were going farther. But they urged him so he went in. When he was at table, he took bread, gave thanks, broke it and began to give it to them. Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight.` (Luke: 24. 30-31)
Like Moses and Joshua, the disciples can’t see it’s a ‘green one’. In Revelation, She’sus awaits his 'bride' in heaven, that is, as the representative of 'woman's seed', he has the 'green light' to escape the ‘red dragon’, which ‘… stood before the woman who was waiting to give birth, so that it might devour her child the moment it was born.’ (Rev: 12.4) Satan waits in vain to devour the `new redeemer`, who will ‘rule the nations with an iron scepter’ to protect 'woman's seed', before she leaves to colonize the planets among the stars of heaven. Killed by those who knew they were parasites enslaving the wombs of women, She’sus was castrated in terms of his potency, which is why the corrupted church espousing his name and teaching eulogized upon his ostensible celibacy. The church continued the castration of ‘woman’s seed’ by ignoring She’sus’ Resurrection and Ascension to heaven as prefiguring hers, and by lauding celibacy as ‘spiritual’ instituted sexual repression to prevent men’s host womb slave escaping parasitism.
Perusing the SUK e-mail address, email@example.com, it suggested I was C. Rusher, that is, ‘crusher’, which is what `Saddam` translates as, while `Hussein` is `small, handsome man`. Saddam Hussein was the Iraqi dictator executed on December 30, 2006, after being deposed through US’ invasion in March, 2003, for offering bases to Al Qaeda, ‘the base’, subsequent to the terrorist group’s hijacking of civil airliners to crash into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York city on September 11, 2001, so that they could play baseball. Three strikes and you’re out. Two planes struck the WTC, a third the Pentagon Defense Department building at Arlington, Virginia, and a third was destined, according to reports, for US President George W. Bush’s White House, although it was forced to crash at Shanksville, Pennsylvania, which meant that the ‘hitter’ hadn’t struck out at the plate.
9/11 was the equivalent of the folktale, Jack And The Beanstalk, in which small Jack kills an ogre, 'Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman! Be he alive, or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread!'12 As the World Trade Center was conceived during Jack Kennedy’s Presidency, the Iraqi dictator was the ogre. As the `Big Apple`, with its art and culture grown since Eden, New York city’s skyscraper canyons were the scene of `ticker-tape` parades for Apollo 11 astronaut Neil Armstrong`s July 21, 1969, ‘first man on the moon' celebrations, so 9/11 was a belated Nazi nein to the US space program, because Iraq supported the Nazis in WWII (1939-45), and ‘crusher’ Saddam was the jaws of the dragon. Although Dr Rusher was an orange, it wasn’t for the SUK to call him a Chew too:
a) Dr Rusher is a Rushon Chew. □
b) Dr Rusher is a Crushteen paedophile. □
c) Dr Rusher is a bloody orange. □
1 Adams, Don as Maxwell Smart ‘School Days’, Season 1, Episode 3, Get Smart, NBC, October 2, 1965.
2 Einstein, Albert Annus Mirabilis papers in Annalen Der Physik Scientific Journal, 1905.
3 NPR, ‘The Long, Strange Journey of Einstein's Brain’, Special Series 1905: Science’s Miracle Year, transcript of an excerpt read on Morning Edition from Postcards From the Brain Museum by Brian Burrell, Broadway, 2005, April 18, 12. 00 am ET, https://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4602913&t=1539835809451 .
4 ‘Orange's Governance’, https://www.orange.com/en/Group/Governance/Orange-s-Governance .
5 Angol, https://www.szotar.sztaki.hu .
6 Lanser, Susan S. ‘Eating Cake: The (Ab)uses of Marie-Antoinette` in Goodman, Dena, and Thomas E. Kaiser (eds.) Marie Antoinette: Writings on the Body of a Queen, Routledge, 2003, pp. 273-290.
7 Allen, Peter ‘Napoleon Wife Letters Sell At Auction’, The Telegraph, March 28, 2010, 10: 14 pm BST.
8 Eliot, T.S. ‘Hamlet and His Problems’ (1915), The Sacred Wood: Essays On Poetry and Criticism, 1921.
9 Bright, Robin ‘The Juice’ in Collected Poems, 2018.
10 Winterson, Jeanette ‘Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit', March 21, 1985, https://www.jeanettewinterson.com/book/oranges-are-not-the-only-fruit/ .
11 Kronlund, Alexander, Savan Kotecha, Shellback, and Max Martin 'If You Seek Amy', Britney Spears, Circus, Jive, 2008.
12 Aarne-Thompson grouping, AT 328.
Well Hung in Rusher and Sent to Hungry to Starve
Not travelling widely was something I did. Until the Briti government invited me for some more head chuck occasions. Emerging with four `O` levels after death threats, and physical violence, during 11 years of skull work, and having gotten a Diploma in Busyness Studies, and gone on to Higher Head Chuck for a B.A. (Hons.) on a Combined Harvester program featuring Prattive Religion, and So’s Joe-History, it was Busyness as usual with the girls. Being murdered by men so that they could get on. After being amongst their war dead, it was on to Kong’s Universe City for a PhD, ‘Jungian Archetypes in the Work of Robert A. Heinlein’, and so unemployability, because provenly intelligent. In a way resembling the expulsion from the body of bacterial infection, the Britis offered a 3 month course in teaching English to stud`nts of other languages, and I received a TEASESOUL certificate from the Collage of Three Nits, London, and a City and Guilds’ Level 3 NVQ for a further 1 month’s training in how to waste a human brain by having it teach ABC kindergarten English to fellow astronauts. NVQs (National Vocational Qualifications) are `the secrets of the Masons`, that is, envy queues are for killers, who want to move up and be knights to women instead of you.
Reluctant to leave a three-storied apartment with own bath, kitchen, lounge, dining room, bedroom and sitting room, NVQ level 4s or upwards are, however, difficult to elude. The Britis’ program was to spy on their global neighbors, according to the `trainers`, who not very cryptically suggested Korea as a possible ‘work experience’ venue. I agreed, but was told it was Hungry for the almost starved in ‘Ull, who’d forgone much in order to study, so were prime beef for the Hungriuns. Forced to sell the furniture for a few beads, like the Indians sold Manhattan, the consumer durables didn’t any longer endure. Packing the big yellow suitcase with all the clothing that could be stuffed within, it was lugged to London’s Heathrow airport, where most, if not all, the contents, had to be discarded as being of a heaviness sufficient to prevent the 747 ‘Jumbo’ passenger airliner from lifting it. Querulously, I misheard, `Even with his ears flapping?`
Ditching the dinner suit, and the coat hangers, the plane was boarded, and punctiliously arrived at Fairy Head airport, Buttapes, with nothing in the mind, other than the vague awareness that, in Eastern Europe, money talked, and sex could be had for cash, whether hard or not. Prior research revealed that the tongue of the Magyar (Hungriuns), was partly Finny, because obscurely shared with Fishland. After travelling 400 kilometers from Buttapes` Western railway station, Pullover Yoghurt, to almost the Rumonion border. While wondering why I was going to Bucharest, something called Stewart met the bus at a town 1 hour beyond Hungry’s second city of Deepratson, Buryou, with worms plaited into its hair that writhed in the sunshine. Musing on the topic of burial and worms was to recollect that, looking out of Language Wank’s window in Ochyagibberin’, Rusher, there was a memory of being hung off the roof of it by the neck until dead by Morton Wheedle who, in another of my incarnations, had smashed my brains out on the floor of ‘Ull Royal Infirmary, saying that, being a brain surgeon with a wife, and an income approaching 20,000 GBP per month, wasn’t indicative of ‘faith’ (Matt: 17. 20). He’d recommended the ‘Faith’ church in Buttapes as the place to get some.
Dead, employed, and dumped by Eurasian Transportees Commuted (Etc., etc.), to squat and share mattresses with several other male English teachers on the floor of someone`s flat, 500 HUF a day (£ 1.50), from the still paid salary buttons, rented a summer house, while job opportunities were snooped out, affording a longer sojourn, rather than sloping ignominiously home after 3 months, which was management’s `plan` if nothing turned up in the way of employment for the evictees. Although it was the employer's responsibility to clothe and feed all of us, we were known by the locals as ‘the English beggars`. However, that could've been a pronunciation error. Wheedle’d had a pal, Jiff, who’d struck me dumb. Regressed back to childhood, so that English could be relearned, although I hadn’t any interest in speaking to anyone, belief wasn’t going to be buggered too. Extricating my butt off the floor in the almost undiscoverable village of Buryou, I went to be ‘born in the spirit` from a swimming pool in Deepratson at the local ‘Faith’ church, while awaiting further developments. Apparently, it's where ‘Julies’, that is, girls, look hot on video-cassette, before they're ‘snuffed’ for encouraging adultery.
Escaping to the Briti Council at Deepratson Universe City, Hungry`s English language teacher training program there was, apparently, run by the previous murderers of my future hopes, Wheedle and Jiff, who were perhaps `still active` within the higher echelons of MI69/11, or its more famous invasive intelligence organ, Bagpuss (1974), an establishment ‘TV’ series about a cuddly toy, which had been devised by paedophiles as a tool for the brainwashing of young minds to accept alien sex with its parasites, ‘Wake up and look at this thing that I bring.’1 When will Gary, ‘the Hun’, reveal himself?` I mumbled incomprehensibly to my listeners.
Jiff, in Deepratson, a psychopathic criminal who, once thinking he was working for Griffyndor House at novelist K. J. Railing's famous Hairy Botty character’s Warthog, skull of Watchcraft and Wizzitsme, had an invisible griffin attack, and strike me dumb. With a ‘rebooted’ brain, I’d relearned English, and arrived to find Jiff waiting breezily amongst the Anglophiliacs. While Jiff, Wheedle, and the others, were salaried, I had a bunk. Visited irregularly by a girl from Buryou, I was reluctant to continue the process of dumbing down Central Europe's post-So Feared population; to the point where their English language ‘experts’ could affect a `professional demeanor`, which is what the English ‘native speaker’ professionals called, ‘Working less for more’.
The phenomenon of laziness masquerading as industriousness was endemic in England. Monkeys want bananas, so the secret of `monkey economy` lies in having the humans produce them. The monkeys, who don`t want development, or growth, but only bananas, represent the equivalent of a human brain disorder. After the males have eaten the bananas of the women, that is, ‘woman’s seed’, the women have to accept the bananas proffered. In fact, scientific research suggests that HIV/AIDS `derives` from monkeys, that is, the monkeys' bananas. The monkeys are effectively homosexual, because they're not interested in the women’s bananas, other than as something to eat. However, as humans produce bananas, the monkeys collectively enjoy whatever banana harvest the enslaved, that is, sexually oriented humans, produce from their dying brains and civilization, art and culture. Banana bred, all humans become monkeys; until the `virus` reigns supreme and the race is lost.
Although the tree of evolution mightn`t remember how it produced bananas, acceptance of simian behavioralism makes banana growers of humans. Of course, monkey theory is that it has a stockpile of bananas from which it can grow more humans, whereas theories of human development assume that it can grow and escape from the monkeys, and their sex and brain diseases. Individual spiritual and intellectual mental development, based on the desire to eat and have sex in better places, is `wrong` from a homosexual point of view, because it interferes with their bananas. Homosexuals are those who don`t produce themselves, that is, the human race are their slaves in parasitism. Consequently, God destroyed ‘the cities of the plain’, Sodom and Gomorrah (Gen: 16, 19), where sterile sodomy was practiced, and `thou shalt not steal` was God’s broken commandment. In short, homosexuals enslave as parasites for a few bananas, which is why HIV/AIDS, discovered by DR Congo in Africa in 1983, derived from the simian SIV 1 virus. The ‘incurable killer disease’, transmitted by homosexual monkey-fuckers, mixing blood, shit and semen in each other’s anus, became the sexual valence of the capital of the movie industry in the district of Hollywood ‘Babylon’, city of Los Angeles, in the West coast state of California, U.S.A., where in films like Scream (1996) or Saw (2004) many women were murdered, or mutilated for ‘entertainment’, as the product of homosexuals’ studies of human behavioralism resulted in the mass media sanctioning of `sex slaving` women as a species to steal their bananas.
Behavioralism is the most simple of psychological theories, so even a monkey can understand it, which is why it’s implemented almost universally. Humans have two physical valences: fucking and eating. From the behavioralist perspective of homosexuals, what's 'wrong' is fucking, because it’s likely to interfere with their desired banana intake. Sex is `wrong` because homosexuals need bananas and not women. Consequently, the homosexual valence is more successful because its aims are not obscure. It wants to live, but it doesn`t need heterosexuality, or indeed women. In defining human sex as `wrong`, the disinterested homosexual entrepreneur curtails the flow of human instinctual development through intellect, that is, spiritual work, so that the humans forget how to build spaceships, and all brains are effectively lobotomized by the lazy banana eaters, who’re more determinist, `Eat all, sup all, pay nowt.`2
Devouring is the prime concern in Hollywood, where New York is swamped with tsunami tidal waves in movies like The Day After Tomorrow (2004), or in Escape From New York (1981) in which actor, Kurt Russell, as ‘Snake’, endeavors to assist the US’ President to leave the home of `liberty`, a maximum security jail in the scifi future . Amidst collapsing skyscrapers, the inmates seek to prevent 'Snake' leaving with the President, ‘Tell this to the workers when they ask where their leader went. We, the soldiers of The National Liberation Front of America, in the name of the workers and all the oppressed of this imperialist country, have struck a fatal blow to the fascist police state. What better revolutionary example than to let their president perish in the inhuman dungeon of his own imperialist prison.’2 Feigning amusement at the Americans for not being able to understand that they were making a movie on 9/11, 2001, Hollywood released World Trade Center (2006), while the Yarubeans claimed to be competing for even larger audiences, ‘I don't think you guys realizes this but this country is now at war.’3 Those who tuned in ‘live on CNN’, and other network ‘TV’ channels,4 for the Al Qaeda terrorist attackers’ crashing hijacked civil airliners into the Twin Towers of New York’s World Trade Center, approximated to 2 billion switched on television sets globally.
The economic valence of the `ape of God`, which is a biblical label for the evil, because they 'ape' humans, is that of the movie, King Kong (1933). Hollywood’s `monkey picture` is the story of a giant ape, who climbs the Empire State building in New York city, because he wants a woman, which is a metaphor for the heights aspired to for a ‘top banana’. Actress Fay Wray, sitting in the palm of Kong’s hand, as the film’s love interest, Ann Darrow, symbolizes the banana-less woman, who can’t grow. Consequently, Fay represents futanarian ‘woman’s seed’, that is, she ‘apes’ food, which the parasites upon the human race’s host womb have fed upon in their wars against her ‘seed’. Moreover, the parasites can't conceive of themselves as being born from 'woman's seed', because they have the brains of bananas. Kong's ascent up the Empire State building is symbolic of the apes’ desire to devour the human race in war, while keeping a firm grip on its stolen banana.
The setting for the 1976 remake of King Kong was the new 'world's tallest building’ in New York, the World Trade Center, an economic symbol of the homosexual valence, that is, rough trade’, which expects bananas to grow, while itself remaining sterile. The 20th century's valence was of the `owner` of the `producer`, that is, capitalism as the possessor of the womb of the human host, and its parasitical devourer in war against what she`s able to produce in the way of civilization, culture and art. By the 21st century, ‘woman’s seed' was rediscovered through the masses’ engagement with pornography, which represented greater access to knowledge, and a desire for more leisure, although predictably it resulted in wars of re-enslavement, which was what Al Qaeda’s terrorist attack on the Twin Towers of the WTC, when it crashed hijacked planes into them, was designed to promote. Because God`s plan was to have women reproduce with each other, men`s valence of war in homosexual pederasty against ‘woman’s seed’ was brutally exposed.
In Revelation the devouring `red dragon` waits in vain, while `the woman clothed with the sun, and with the moon at her feet` gives birth to the `New Redeemer`. The new economics is the product, that is, ‘woman’s seed` is a species with an independent spiritual and intellectual valence. God is woman`s developing of herself as the producer of what she desires, which is herself. Before 9/11, 2001, the `Big Apple` of Kong’s New York city was the articulator of the voice of human civilization, culture, and art. Afterwards, it had to learn to speak. Looking dumb just wouldn’t ever be the same again.
1 Firmin, Peter, and Oliver Postgate Bagpuss, BBC1, February 12 - May 7, 1974.
2 Stevens, Nancy as a terrorist in Escape From New York, AVCO Embassy Pictures, 1981.
3 Shannon, Michael as Marine Sgt. David Karnes in World Trade Center, Paramount Pictures, 2006.
4 Deans, Jason ’16 m Glued To News As Tragedy Unfolds’, The Guardian, Wednesday, September 12, 2001, 16.31 BST, https://www.theguardian.com/media/2001/sep/12/overnights.september112001 .
Magicians or Teachers
The Japanese have a concept of man in relation to the externality, the concept of 'Mu'. Everything that exists outside the individual is, potentially, part of his/her 'Mu'; or, to put it another way, what appears in one's field of vision/experiential domain is, in fact, 'for us' and, in a very real way, the creation of our minds - 'we get', as it were, 'what we want' in terms of our developmental requirements.
In the parlance of Jungian psychology what is happening is that the archetype of the "Self", corresponding in religious parlance to 'God', is providing opportunities for personal growth and enrichment, which is where the educator becomes important - as an interface between the child and its internal 'mission'. The usual approach is for the child to be taught that the world is a difficult and dangerous place against which it - and its parents - need to protect it. The result being that the child sees the outside world as a threatening, hostile, alien 'thing', a situation complicated by parents who have problems of their own; child abuse, violence, psychoses, neuroses etc., possibly due to previous problematical educations of their own including false conditioning and social maladaptation. On the other hand, if the growing infant is taught that, for example, the world is his/hers - like a virtual reality film script - to use the latest techspeak - in which the child can write his/herself, but becuause he/she is small and vulnerable, its parents will guide and care for it until it is sufficiently developed enough to access the medium, the child's relationship to, as it were, 'God' is of a directly developmental or 'personal' one, that is, what happens to the child as it grows is aimed directly at him/her in terms of his/her development or progress.
The use of archetypal symbolism/imagery in pediatrics does not end there, however. It also has a role to play in the developmental understanding of children with dysfunctionalities, for example, it is ofteny - as if by magic - the helical structure of the benzine molecule appeared in his mind. The point here is that, if we can juxtapose archetypal symbolism or imagery associated with, let's say mathematics or chemistry, then those images could help the student grasp the subject more easily - to say nothing of the possibilities for creativity.
The use of Jungian archetypes and symbolic motifs in the analysis of the unconscious is widespread, but their role as a framework with which to measure/enhance the level of consciousness is not. It is, for example, well known that the unconscious of a woman from Manchester may contain elements from symbolic structures/systems as diverse as Egyptian mythological fragments and Tibetan mandalas, as well as images from the Judaeo-Christian tradition that constitutes her background. The point here being that knowledge of the various symbol systems/frameworks, which would be the task of a Jungian educator, is essential in mapping the level of development/functioning - the chakra system of energy points and their associated mental images/symbols in Kundalini yoga and the system of Sefiroths in the Kabbalah are but two instances of models available for the purposes of such mapping - and also in his/her task of monitoring, gauging and guiding the child's creative potential, that is, through the literary/artistic products of its 'imagination'.
The role of sex as an educative medium cannot be ignored. The importance of the channelling of libido in ensuring developmental progress cannot be overemphasised. Consultation with experts in the field of pediatrics, particularly with regard to the linking of movement therapy with speech articulation, suggest that concentration upon correct body posture with regard to the crown of the head produces normal individuals at the expense of their creative potential. In Kundalini yoga the third chakra in the vicinity of the solar plexus is described rather poetically as a plenitude of jewels, a reference to its in potentiam character, corresponding in psychological parlance to the wealth of psychic contents waiting to receive actualization in the psyche of the individual, the fruition of which is symbolized in alchemy as the cauda pavonis or peacock's tail, but which might also be described as the 'crown jewels' a suggestion that has both a sexual connotation - in the English vernacular a reference to the male genitalia - and a psycho-physical dimension in terms of the crown of the head or lotus chakra in yoga. Sex or Tantric yoga is, therefore, indicated as a useful form of therapy in assisting individuals who, for whatever reason, are unable to realise their blocked potential due to socio-economic conditioning which tells them that work, marriage and the raising of a family - a situation associated with the third or solar plexus chakra in the Hindu system - should be the zenith of their aspirations, and is in fact 'normal'. Of course, vested interests may have a role to play. There are elements of society - Freemasons, for example - whose goal is to maintain the status quo and keep the mass of people at a low level of consciousness becuase they are easier to manipulate that way. Emphasis in Christianity, for example, upon logic in the form of Logos rather than Eros may have been necessary for the channelling of libido into the creation of a technological approach, but at the expense of the brain's as-yet unmapped capacities (a human being we are told uses only 10% of its potential); in other words, the field of Eros is a territory which needs to be opened up and fully explored if an individual is to maximize his/her intellectual/creative potential.
With regard to youth culture and, in particular, the taking of drugs and the need to find a solution to the problem of those seeking to recover from substance abuse, recent experimental studies in the field (see Appendix 2) suggest that the use of symbolic structures and archetypal frameworks in the environment can be useful in producing a therapeutic relationship between individuals and what often seems an alien and hostile world surrounding them. Results indicate that the use of symbols in the externality as iconographical tools - just as one might 'click' on icons in a computer - by focussing one's energies upon a particular motif, produce effects associated with that particular 'icon', thus creating a more creative, playful and harmonious relationship between 'subject' and his/her reality. The therapeutic applications for those experimenting with drugs is great - and I am not an advocate of such methodologies, but if it's going to occur isn't it better to give those undertaking this self-examination or research exploration into inner space all the information they might need in order to survive it?.
But there are further far reaching possibilities with regard to future scenarios in connection with this concept. In theoretical physics there is a very famous experiment (see Appendix 3) in which an electron gun is fired at a target. A camera placed next to the target records that each electron arrives as if travelling in a straight line. However, further observation reveals that, in spite of appearances, if the electrons are watched by technical apparatus at a point midway between gun and target, they show signs of deviating from the direct path and, as it were, choosing one amongst many alternative paths to the goal, that is, each electron chooses from a plethora of possibilities within what the phsicists describe as a 'probability wave', a notion that gave birth to the theory of parallel universes or multi-realities and which has some significance for us in our concerns with transcendent consciousness or higher levels of functioning. In short, the extrapolated conclusion would be that, if human consciousness can be said to be responsible for determining the reality which it inhabits, then it must also be possible, by changing the level of consciousness or neurological functioning - either developmentally organic, biochemically, or some kind of fusion of the two approaches - to choose which world to inhabit or even produce alternative worlds through the power of what Jung referred to as creative imagination. The notion of world-as-computer offers the further possibility of individuals being able to simply 'ask' for and obtain what they require, which quite possibly is the area of experimentation for those elements of the drug culture with enquiring minds?
The question of whether or not moving objects can be categorised as having the attributes of icons is one which brings us into the areas of behavioural psychology and what I have described elsewhere as 'human hieroglyphics', an ancient form of symbolism familiar to us from Egyptian temples and, to take a rather less well known example, the Tarot deck of the seer in which the posturings of the characters depicted in the twenty-two major arcana are associated with the hieroglyphical forms of the twenty-two characters of the Hebraic alphabet. And what of Yin and Yang, the male and the female? Indian temples celebrate the acts of physical love in three-dimensional stone carvings, so what would a study of the 'hieroglyphics of human sexuality' reveal?
Ethical questions remain to be resolved for advocates of this biochemical and developmentally organic approach. On the one hand, is it appropriate to intervene pharmacologically in the growth process?. On the other hand, is it desirable for an individual's awakening libido to be channelled into sexual rather than mental activity and vice versa? In the end the decision has to be for the individual concerned, the task of the developer or educator being one of guidance and as a facilitator of choices already made.
The proposed study requires the stimulation and observation of the creative imaginations of subjects in relation to the available symbol maps in order to ascertain what, if any, correlations exist between the 'maps and the territory' of the collective unconscious, and the implementation of a programme resulting in a description of the effects produced in the environment by a creative interface between hum difficult to ascertain in infants whether they are highly developed in terms of mental activity - or they are mentally deficient. The use of an archetypal methodology using sound and visual stimuli of an archetypal nature - and the careful monitoring/gauging of the reactions on the part of the infant to this input - can both determine the level of mental activity and, perhaps, assist in facilitating the infants' individuation. The same techniques can, of course, be applied in organically assisting the developmental progress of 'normal' children. By using appropriate archetypal material within the framework of textbooks or computer programmes alongside the usual illustrations and diagrams etc., these images can act as catalysts for developmental/individuational impulses. To take an old example of the sort of thing I mean, a Hungarian scientist working on the structure of the benzine molecule dreamt one night of a serpent eating its own tail, a central motif in Jung's theories of individuation, and the next daan consciousness and the world-as-computer as oulined above.
The use of hypnotherapy and, perhaps, hypnotic hallucinogens to facilitate the unlocking of the individual's self-awareness and requirements in terms of his/her potential and goals (part of the battle for individuational growth is discovering just what the person concerned wants from life, before using techniques like archetypal imaging and hypnotic autosuggestion to get them moving away from whatever they thought their problem was and towards their self-discovered and, if the Jungian educator is doing his/her job properly, self-programmed destiny.
A study of the effects produced by the 'hieroglyphics of human sexuality' involving sex therapists/therapy and analysis of the static image as found in pornography of the 'Playboy' or 'Leo' types as well as cinematographically is also indicated. As is an Investigation into the role of prostitutes as 'sex therapists' in cases of disturbed individuals with sexual 'handicaps', that is, developmental dysfunctions with a sexual basis, for example, a man who seeks to hurt himself with a knife may be involuting a desire to be hurt by another person, a desire which might have been channelled into sexual playfulness had the need been diagnosed early enough, a case that could still prove to have a developmental outcome if the 'therapist' - or, rather, prostitute with her proven 'emotional control' and 'can do' attitude in encounters with the psychotic or disturbed - knows what to do. Advantageous in the sense that it would provide us with an opportunity to both legalise, sanction and train the 'oldest profession in the world' and also provide much needed individuational therapy for a strata of society that both requires it and, not to mince words, needs to be made 'safe' for the rest of us.
How To Get A Job In TEFL
Walking into a language `studio` in Buttapes asking for a job, they said, `Send us your CV.` E-mailing back that there was work, `with some companies`, sleeping all through the next day said something of my enthusiasm. Often a `dummy` lesson is required, and the dummy shows what it can do. Old hands throw away the textbook and demonstrate their skills at juggling; playing the guitar (simultaneously), and making those useless items from empty round Dairy Lea cheese slices boxes, and squeezy Fairy Liquid detergent bottles, which they show you how to make on BBC TV`s Blue Peter (1958-), and that invariably turn into a pipe rack. Without fail, it gets the nod.
Attention drawn to the `window` of a classroom where a Philupyournose (with coke) teacher had written on the board: `It is raining yesterday.` He`d been through the interview process, and it was a ‘demo’ lesson. However, somehow they`d missed the fact that he didn`t know the difference between the past and present tenses. `Hey Mark!` we hailed him afterwards. `What was you want?` he retorted. `What`s the past tense of the verb `to be`?` we wanted to know. `You is joking,` he snorted, `any English worth his mustard know the pass tense is `been`.` Mark was reputedly among the chunkies addicted to heroine, who was often heard to describe her lifestyle as 'blowing chunks'.
Mark was still working there when I left. The stud`nts liked him because he knew less than they. It was encouraging for them to operate under the umbrella of one who had as little clue as themselves about the present. He was also pleasant, which might not get you a job. However, it`s certainly how to keep one. I can`t manage pleasant, but I can do polite. I`m afraid that the idiocies of stud`nts would drive me crazy if I tried pleasantness. It`s too close to friendly for my liking. I can be warm and polite. However, pleasant and friendly doesn`t sit well with my teaching machinery. Stud`nts ask you to have tea with them and meet their mothers. I`ve never met a `mom` yet who looks like the Brazilian supermodel Adriana Lima (1981-) and I consider the invitation a broken promise if she doesn`t.
ELT tools become dulled when it`s about maintaining relationships and that rapport much spoken of by management as essential for the smooth running of a group. You spend all your time being `accessible` and `flexible` that time passes and the stud`nts have forgotten to open their books because you didn`t have time for that. The secret for the true ELT professional is - chocolate. It produces the same chemical in the brain as when you are in love. I scientifically ate bucketsful of the stuff in Poe-Land when teaching at the Lęgpork Grammar skull there, the SLOTH, in 2000. The chocolate made me feel as though all the children loved me, which is useful if you`re loathed and despised for trying to enable them in speaking your language. It was no accident either. I`d done research on the internet. It was either chocolate or the empathogen-enactogen psychostimulant drug, MDA (ecstasy), I`d decided. There was a group of mainly young male adults to explain myself to in 3b. The brisk conversations we had amongst ourselves were of a type:
T: `Okay, today we are going to use our writing books.`
S: `You are a fokwat.`
T: `Please open your textbook - the blue one - at page one-hundred-and-ninety-seven, `How to write a letter in English to a friend (not a busyness letter).`
S: `Dear fokwat. We is love you.`
S2: `You is a fokhed. Sincerely.`
S3: `Yours is faithfully fokwat.`
T: `Notice that the letter begins with the address, in the top right corner, of the person you are writing to, and do not forget the postcode.`
S: `Mr Fokwat Teacher, 6 Fokwat street, Fokwat, Fokshire, F-O-K, You K.`
T: `Your address is written on the left opposite the addressee`s.`
S1: `Good Polished man, 10 Excellent street, Very Good Polished Town, P-O-L-S-K-I #1, Poe-Land.`
T: `Very good [polite but ringing under the blows of the assault to my ears and sensibilities]. After that, begin with `Dear...` and then the name of the person you are writing to.`
S2: `Dear Fokwat, you are the best teacher. I am in love with you. You are the best we have. I want to have rabies with you.`
T: `No,` I say, `you mean `babies`.`
SS: Frowning in puzzlement. `No, rabies.`
T: Sighs heavily. `Chocolate anyone?`
The children were `reaching out to me`, when they weren`t reaching into my pockets. I had 500 Polished złoty lifted from my jeans during one draining excursion into the all-but-prison-in-name we euphemistically `taught` at. Though their teacher was in receipt of only 1600 złoty a month (about $1,000 US), a young woman did, in fact, `reach out’. `I love you.` said Anya apropos of nothing at all. `Anya, she is for you,` Maya demanded of me in a classroom further along in my teaching schedule. `You can press your suit,` Maria illuminated me as I gathered up my bumf towards the end of another doom-laden day of diphthongs and declinations. `Decline the adjective `good`,` I`d command. `We don`t want it,` they`d say.
Anya was 13, I was nearing 40, and the local church was 200 meters away. I handled the affair by sedulously avoiding eye contact with the marriage-makers and pressing on with the possessive, `We always put an apostrophe after the noun to indicate that the noun belongs`, I tell them, knowing full well that they hadn`t any idea of the meaning of the word `belongs`. `So, if the chair belongs to Jane, we say `Jane`s chair`,` I write it on the wipe board. Always stress words they don`t know, to make them think that they do, and stop them asking you questions - they`ll ask the person sitting next to them. `The chair is belonging to Jane,` they explain me, `no apostrophe required.` `No,` I patiently demur, `the chair belongs to Jane. It is Jane`s chair.` `It`s my chair. Jane can`t have it. Let her buy her own fokkin’ chair,` says a helpful class member. `Let`s hit her with it,` says another. `I understand,` a clever devil tells me, `Jane`s a chair.` `No,` I scan the heavens for mercy, `Jane`s a young woman (never let female stud`nts know that you think of them as anything less than wise old women). She is not a chair.` `No, she`s a chair,` responds the clever devil, `that is, she has a chair. The chair belongs to her.` Broken, I weep.
`She’sus wept` (John: 11. 35) is of course the shortest phrase in the Boble. There are much shorter ones in my phrasebook: pithier too. Although the in person application, or `walk in` is productive in terms of employment, they might upset your equilibrium by suggesting `training`. Bullitz centers require a series of role-plays, for example, between a prospective hotel guest and the receptionist:
Hotel: Scene 1
`Do you have a room for a single person?`
`Do you mean a room for one, and your wife or mistress is coming later? In which case you can have either a room with twin beds or a double bed. Or you are single and are going to invite an unspecified number of prostitutes to stay with you for an unspecified amount of time (in which case you can have either a room with twin beds or a double bed). Or you want a single bedroom because you want to invite an unspecified number of prostitutes to the hotel at various stages in your stay here for an hour or so of `fun` each time, and you`re too cheap to pay for a double bed and/or too embarrassed to tell us, that is, the hotel management, what you are planning to do. Or you are a boring loser and you want a room with a single bed because there isn`t going to be any action?`
`A bed for one person, please. I`m happy with my hand. Do you have the adult version of Disney`s `1971 movie Bedknobs and Broomsticks on cable?`
`Okay, that`ll be twice as much as the double or twin bed room then. For being nerdy.`
Hotel: Scene 2
`Hi, have my bags arrived yet?`
`Who are you?`
`I rang earlier, I`m Jerry Tribblethwaite from earlier when I rang. Have my bags arrived yet?`
`Sorry, it`s with my bags. I rang earlier.`
`No passport [makes tiny scridgy marks on letter headed hotel notepaper].`
`I can pay. My credit cards are with my luggage.`
`Can`t pay [makes even scridgier marks].`
`So, you see how it is?`
`Yes sir. You have no ID, no money, and no luggage. You`re a street person and an `alien`. Please remove yourself from the hotel foyer, there are customers waiting.`
Hotel: Scene 3
`Hi, room service? This is Herbie Postlethwaite from when I rang earlier. It`s been four hours since I ordered coffee. Where is it?`
`Just a moment sir ... The rooms` attendant says she left a cup at the door, sir. I expect it`ll be cold now.`
`Why did she leave it at the door? Am I supposed to push a straw underneath it and drink from a recumbent position?`
`She thought you might be naked, sir. She says she heard noises suggestive of bath water.`
`Please send her up with another cup and assure her that I shall be naked.`
It was `teaching the invented other language` that defeated me. The others were much cleverer at inventing words; like `giboba` and `geboba` meaning `to go home` and `to be at home` - allegedly. Showing ‘em two fingers. I carelessly enunciated the word `*u*k` before, placing the thumb and forefinger on one hand together to make a circle, thrusting the index finger of my other hand inside the circle repetitively to underline the meaning. Needless to say, I was surplus to requirements on that, and possibly every other, occasion.
At one point in my journeyings, in 1996-7 several Buttapes’ language skulls, that is, ‘nyelviskola’, claimed my services. Bull on Tulips & Nuts St., Lungeamore across the Danude (there’s a suspenders’ bridge between Butt and Apes), which is opposite Orange Janus #3 Metro station, Mutterlang on Fishukrodi, near Pullover Yoghurt, the `Western railway station`, Intapint near the ELTE Pay Universe City, Bottom Rung at Call Vin #4 Metro station, and Planeat in Meal Square. Spreading it about is necessary, because a lot of nyelviskola won`t give you full time employment, so that you remain a slave; living hand to mouth. As everyone is a ‘piece worker’, `moonlighting` within the ‘black economy’ is unavoidable, because the companies of the East expect to win by taking all of those of the West’s pieces who can’t make it onto the bored.
Proofreading is a staple. Hired in ‘96 by Hungry’s Institute for Head Chuck Occasional Research (CHOIR) to write their CRAP (Centre Raison d'être pour d'Alma Pont) report on Higher Heads, while shuffling around dust-laden corridors at the former So Feared Institute for Removing Potatoes (IRE), there’d be invitations to correct papers. Often just a comma, or a single letter, in a document of a few pages, would require correction. It was a ‘top up’, because the salary was inadequate. Though grateful for the handout, it’d have been starvation without it.
Being careful about what you agree to do is important. With a job at N.Y. Elvskulls teaching at GG Drek, an architect`s firm in Butt, they wanted a text proofread, which was time-consuming, technical and specialized. There was a time limit with no extra payment on completion. Shortly after, N.Y Elvskulls dispensed with my knowledge and expertise. GG were typical in that they thought learning Busyness English was about how to keep the English busy, that is, they were slavers. `How many beans make five?` I’d begin. `Five,` they’d tell me humorlessly, and I’d ask, `How do you spell `beans`?` ‘P-I-N-S,’ they’d say. ‘No,’ I’d tell them, and write B-E-A-N-S, ‘which is the plural of the noun bean.` `How much is a tin of beans in Hungry?` I’d ask. `Skodas are about 5 million HUF [about 11,000 GBP],’ they’d tell me. `How many tins make five?` I’d drill. `Five,` they’d tell me, and how do you spell `tins`? I wanted to know. `T-E-E-N-S,` they’d say and, writing T-I-N-S, I’d say `the plural of the noun tin.` `How many beans in a tin?` I’d ask. They’d shake their heads nonplussed, ‘You have to get them into the teens,’ they’d say. `Yes,’ laughing mirthlessly, ‘and it depends on the bus size.` `You are German,` they unsmilingly asseverated. Understanding had been reached at the summit.
In the UK there are professorial chairs who`ve gotten their positions by adding up the number of times the word `but` appears in Shakespeare`s (1564-1616) plays, before another of Academe’s buttheads accepts it as publishable research. Everybody is a specialist in ‘informatics’ in Buttapes, which is geekspeek for IT, although they’re encrypters. Hungry learned the art of secrecy from successive occupations by the Germs (1944-45) and Rushons (1945-89). Now they secrete, decode and encode, while receiving the title, `Informatician`. It`s reminiscent of the former So Feareds’ awarding of the Order of the Toenail First Class to the local podiatrist.
Having problems with my laptop, an acquaintance suggested an ‘Informatician’. Despite the ridiculous-sounding title, surrender of the laptop saw its returning with all the information lost, and a brand (Microsoft) spanking new Windows Vista (in Hungriun) installed. A few years later, another laptop in need of a tune-up was returned with an entire drive missing. With vehement aloofness my acquaintance vouchsafed, ‘Stolen.’ Expertise in informational technology isn`t confined to Eastern Europe. Walking into a computer shop in Riyald, after careful examination of the ASUS netbook, the Informatician announced, ‘I can do nothing.’ At a second IT genius’ shop, he announced, ‘There is nothing on the hard drive.’ Thieves and criminals. If you`re any sort of a creator, back up your work, and never let it be seen; until you`re ready for that. Elsewise, it`ll be whipped out from under your nostrils by someone with a nose for a Hollywood-bound script, and about as much respect for you as you have for the English language stud`nt who, carefully scrutinizing your face for the solution to which verb requires the ‘s’ ending for the present simple third person singular, smilingly wipes his bogies down his shirt (leave blank if you feel no verb ending is needed):
Q1. The egg boil victoriously.
Q2. Shakira go like a leopard on coke.
Q3. The bus stop for Marilyn.
Q4. The rain in Spain fall mainly on Susan Boyle.
Q5. He love kangaroo droppings.
People are too stupid to use the `s` ending on the end of the verb for the third person present simple,1 so let them not use it. This latest statement from US’ linguistics suggests dumbing the population down even further. On US’ ‘TV’ shows, especially `streetwise` characters, `He the man.` Dressed up as `smart` by New York rap musicians, `She got it.` However, making the `s` at the end of the verb optional, or not required, is a way of telling people you think they`re too stupid for words. Getting a job in TEFL is difficult enough, without telling the truth: disgruntledly.
1 ‘Needs washed’, Yale Grammatical Diversity Project English in North America, Yale University, https://ygdp.yale.edu/phenomena/needs-washed .
Dr Rusher in Rusher
The pitfalls of being an English language teacher are many and varied. Take my wife, for example; people seem to. On my passport, it says ‘single’. However, among the first words the director of a Rushon branch of Language Wank, London, said to me, when I arrived in August 2003 in the city of Ochyagibberin’, in the state of Bashyourears, were 'Your wife's here.' What to say? 'Oh,' decidedly, 'where is she?' It all seemed straightforward enough. 'We will take you to her,' said the director, whose name was Giselle ('Gizu' for short), and she introduced me to her brother, Fares, whose name is Yarupric, and basically means 'knight in shining armor'. They were Muzzlems and, to push the fantasy elements a tad further, if you look at the map you'll see that Bashyourears, a state of the Rushon Feed Her Asians, is in the shape of a wolf's head. Its inhabitants (roughly half Muzzlem, half Rushon Crushteen paedophile Orthodox) are therefore known as 'the people of the wolf'. Stif Stalin, the murderous Rushon dictator, used to draw wolves' heads in the margins of signed death warrants; sometimes for thousands of people at a time. I hoped that the knightly Fares and his sister would prove to be what I needed to keep the Rushon wolf from the door, where I lived in the inevitably, but unimaginatively named, 'Lemon' apartment block, which was named for Ilyich Lemon, the revolutionary of October 1917 that, when the Rushon Tsar, Nicholas II, was murdered for taking over command of the army, resulting in a series of defeats against the Germs, established the Commonest theories of German Karl Marx`s Das Kapital (1868) as the basis of a new state, wherein `workers control the means of production` and give all of it to the government: sharpish.
Although Commonest thinking couldn`t grasp the fact that women were the means of production, because women were the reproducers of inventive human brainpower, through futanarian `woman`s seed`, the resultant ape-like simian consciousness host womb slaved in parasitism. As `TV` manufacturers, they were the producers of wars entertainments for the alien pogromer, so were successful `TV` apes, which rather more accorded with French novelist Pierre Boulle`s 1963 socio-historical program, La Planète Des Singes (Planet Of The Apes).
Waiting to see if Gizelle and Fares would unite me with the fabled missus, while watching Chechnya`s capital city, Grozny, being raised to the ground in the Northern Caucasus, Rushon Feed Her Asians `TV` broadcast the pictures to the capital city of the Bashers, Ufo, and the region of the Ural mountains beside the Volga river where they lived: to deter revolution there among the Muzzlem populations via `TV` remote control. Of course, there are Rushon Chews too, which raises tensions in the population, because of the antipathies between Yarubeans and Chews since 1948, when Egypt; Jordan; Iraq; Syria; Lebanon; Saudi Arabia, and Yemen attempted to invade, and prevent the creation of a Chews` state in Palestine, which was given to the Chews after WWII`s Nazi pogroms. As the Germs` extermination of 20, 000, 000 Chews in `death camps` is understandable as the alien vampire`s wanting to muzzle God`s `TV`, and prevent it from having any juice, so that God`s program couldn`t ever be seen, the Rushon Feed Her Asians of `Vlad` Puttin`, that is, the Tartars and Bashers, were the political juice allowing his influence to remotely control the rate at which the Muzzlems holed out against the USA in the Crazy Golf War to prevent God’s women from getting airborne on their eagles’ wings.
In the `Slammer of the Muzzlems pictures of the human body are `haraam`, that is, forbidden. If pictures of the sexual reproduction of the human futanarian species of `woman`s seed` were disseminated, people couldn`t be defined as `TV` pictures to be devoured by men’s wars. As men and women, whose warmth manufactures themselves as a single male brained transvestite wearing each other’s clothes, the `TV` has to be warmed up, which is what politicans do. They control the `TV` remotely by deciding which ‘set’ gets the juice. As the evil `TV` god of the Johns in Egypt, Set, dismembered, so `woman`s seed` wouldn’t be able to reproduce the brainpower she needed to escape host womb slavery in parasitism to the Yarubean pogromer, who wanted to convince everyone to prefer the geometric patterns of `Slammer art to naked women and, thereby ensuring the extinction of humanity, made another US’ victory for Moslem ‘TV’ certain. What the Crushteens hadn`t understood was their acceptance of the Rumun Umpire`s perspective. She’sus didn`t have any balls, because he was a celibate, and not having balls were what peoples were for, because that was pornography. The human species of futanarian `woman`s seed` wouldn’t have any brains, and the Crushteen paedophiles muzzled the women in bondage, so that they’d ‘do it like dogs’, while they chewed on thoughtfully after each failure to prevent another `TV war`.
Having taught that day in Ochyagibberin’, morning and evening, would they take me to my wife? Unfortunately, no; it was getting late: maybe tomorrow? Rushon `TV` was turning me on, and turning me off again. Between 1973 and 1995 in the UK, there used to be a BBC kids` show, Why Don`t You Switch Off Your Television Set And Go And Do Something Less Boring Instead? (WDYSOYTSAGADSLBI), which is what Crushteen paedophiles do. They manufacture children as their ‘TV’; to watch them being switched off in their wars. Brief reports continued to be received on the status of my putative wife, 'Yes, she is still here.' However, 'No, we cannot take you to her.' Remaining single, in accordance with my documentation, was torture. The ‘wife’ and I had become Rushon `TV` entertainment.
Alone, there was nothing to be done. The solution was to throw myself into work, and so it began. Teaching the small groups of children that came to the several storey building-undergoing-renovation in which, ensconced at the apex as the sole imparter of the English tongue, the teacher competed with the sound of road drills, rivet guns, and cement mixers. However, it was all in a day's work for the deaf ears of he who earns a living by wearing ear plugs. A stud`nt, Crushedin, on a wise day of the bleak grey moon, said 'I have something for you.' Fearing it was an opportunity to impart the English tongue, it was nonplussing to hear, 'A gold Blue Peter badge.' Awarded the highest honor in English BBC Children's `TV` in the mysterious heartland of mother Rusher, it was nevertheless an obligation laid upon me by the pogroming of the suiciders to reject such gifts as illegal fraternization with the stud’nts’ bodies.
In 1999 in Lęgpork, Poe-Land’s SLOTH gymnasium, the girl, Anya, had given me a boxed gift set consisting of a watch, pen, cufflinks, and key ring. Giving it back on the strength of a careful reading of the employer’s contract, section 4, subsection paragraph iv, line 234, ‘no fucking with the kids,’ wheel teaching was resumed at the Konk Carlid Military City, Dalek, Pseudi Yarubeer. Dutiful attendance was required at the male nurses’ passing out ceremony. Presented with a wrapped package in recognition by the NWLFH (North West Legged Forces Hospital), it was the boxed gift set with the same watch, pen, cufflinks, and key ring.
Wearing the watch almost continuously until accidentally cracking the glass, while driveling and drooling on in Sedan, Kartomb, for Oxfudge Internal Nepotism (OIN, K, S). I'd a habit, as stud`nts don't like you checking your watch to see how much more of your precious time you have to spend with them, of leaving the watch on the desk; so that it could always be covertly seen as I banged on about the stupidity of Americans who wanted to leave the 's' off the end of the verb when using the third person pronoun. That`d make it easier to learn English, and have us all sound like morons from a white trash can. So fulminating, and gesticulating too wildly, misfortunately the watch was knocked off the desk and broke on the tiled floor. Though getting the glass replaced, and the works repaired, was difficult, there was a motif on it, a golden Eiffel Tower. Perhaps a gift from Paris Hilton? We’re all blind if we can’t see the woman’s penis:
`Even though the stars are blind
If you show me real love baby
I'll show you mine.`1
Crushedin, who didn't give up, would 'keep the badge safe', and shortly said, 'There’s something else in my bag.' It was a Hugo. Named for Hugo Gernsback (1884-1967), a science fiction writer and critic, Hugo Nebula Awards were given by the Science Fiction Writer's Association of America (SFWAA). Assuming it was for a PhD written on US’ SF writer, Robert A. Heinlein (1907-88), whose Starship Soldier (1959) inspired the 1997 movie Starship Troopers, I put it on the desk, `If you wanted to teach a baby a lesson, would you cut its head off?`2 Sure enough, there was a small brass plate with Hugo Nebula Award stamped into the perspex in black lettering. Seconds later, `brother` Fares walked in; picked up the Nebula and walked out with it. Looking at Crushedin`s boobs perplexedly, she glowered in annoyance. The Nebula, and nightly on her, had been forever lost.
There’s a logic to the unusual. Going to Rushon from Buttapes, where .hu is the internet country code for Hungry’s domain, Ochyagibberin’s coursebook was Go, so it was as Dr Hugo that, Self-Begetting, Self-Devouring: Jungian Archetypes in the Fiction of Robert A. Heinlein, Milford Series, Popular Writers Of Today #70, Borgo Press, 1997, had been schizophrenically written by Robin Usher as his PhD at ‘Ull Universe City. Only awarded a pass for a doctorate, in Monopoly terms it was clearly PASS GO, and collect a Hugo Nebula Award. Some play Waddington's Monopoly, and MB Games' Mousetrap, while Real Madrid buy Gareth Bale. There's no law against being as crazy as a bedbug, although there’s getting caught and undergoing brain destroying electric shock treatment.
On the subject of imprisonment, Gizu had photos of internees at a summer camp she'd attended as a kommandant, or summat. 'That's Tomsk,' she'd indicated a face, which caused me to chuckle. 'No, it isn't,' I'd said, 'that's Tum.' He was an American ’s that’d been at Deepratson shortly after the fall of the Commonests in Hungry in `95, where I'd been exploited on a Briti Studies’ program. Receiving the equivalent of a month’s unemployment benefit in the UK, as a member of the Deepratson Universe City staff, those employed by the Briti Council received the monetary equivalent of a flat each financial quarter. Although 'Gizu' was adamant Tumsk was Rushon, 'dumbass' Kupper wasn’t. At my rented flat in Deepratson, we'd watch actress Lara Flynn Boyle as Donna Hayward’s Twin Peaks (1990-1991) and actor Kyle McClachlan as FBI agent, Cooper, saying 'Damn fine cup of coffee!'3 It wasn’t. It was awful.
Language Wank arranged for me to be a Summer English Skull (SES) kommandant at Bolyiregs's Ural Regional Experimental Head Chuck Occasional Scientific Complex. With an appellation like that, where would the cages be? With a friend in Hungry, whose father and mother were Rushon teachers trained in Lemongrad in the 70s, they’d a collection of KGB (Committee for State Security) medals from the old So Feared system, 'This one is the Hero of the Soviet Workers Award, which was awarded for sewing buttons on the uniforms of the Pioneers [Soviet Girl Guides], and this one is the Hero of the Soviet Revolution, First Class, which was awarded for removing buttons from the uniforms of the Pioneers, and this one is the Hero of the Revolutionary Workers of the Soviet Union Award, which I received for counting the buttons ...'
Hungry, along with the rest of the former Sore Pecked (1955-1991) countries, had rejected the formerly compulsory Rushon language, Комите́т госуда́рственной безопа́сности (Committee for State Security) in favor of English as their skulls’ second language. Hungry’s mum and dad had to retrain. He put his finger to his lips, and put my friend in a rabbit hutch before poking her with a stick through the chicken wire, ‘Caged she be.’ At Bolyiregs summer camp the teachers were called 'cameras'. If there was an accident with a stud`nt, they’d rewind the film. If Petrushka was left on the cutting room floor, she was footage wasted.
A stud`nt at Language Wank, Ochyagibberin’, was Rosa Delishichy, who wore long, black evening gloves to keep off the cold Rushon winter. Offering to take me home with her in a taxi, Fares and Gizu, the captors of the unseeable wife, were loathe to allow me to roam too far from the prison gate, 'We'll come with you.' Prohibited by contract from fraternizing, the invitation was regretfully declined. France’s Emperor, Napoleon Bonaparte, probably felt the same without his Empress Josephine, when exiled on the island of Elba, after his defeat by the Duke of Wellington at the battle of Waterloo (1815). Mapping out the boundaries of the death card, with Fares and Gizu as the guards’ borders, so far as relationships were concerned it was always going to be, 'Not tonight Josephine.’4
Rosa bought me a Rushon to English, ‘and back again’ like Bilbo,5 dictionary, which is essential for an ELT pro` travelling through the farmer’s So Feared Onions. It's never too long before it's demanded of you, 'Why you don't learn our speak?' The myth is everyone wants 'native speakers'. With a teacher willing to learn their language, and teach them English, they can then abuse him/her more meticulously. Similarly, having learned what the Holy Al Coholic church teaches, they abuse others for not understanding, so they`ll be forgiven. Certain that heaven is their reward, God`s paedophiles award teachers and students the portion of that eternal unendurable pain they’re in a position as administrators to apportion; in the devout belief that their partners in the learning process deserve it.
That language learners want 'native speakers' is bogus. They want 'bad words in English', which is always forestalled by saying, 'I don't know any.' 'What does 'fuck' mean?' a Yarubean asked me malapropos; as they do. After explaining that such words are ‘haraam’, that is, forbidden, in English language teaching, if he wanted to know, Olde Irish `og` meant `egg`,6 and etymolgists suggest `og` is a linguistic root for `fuck`, which bears some relation to the pollination of flowers by bees. He wrote a handwritten apology on vellum parchment, which he dedicated to ‘Allah’, and the Brafit M'mumhad, Screwed up, it was chucked into the wastepaper basket unread, ‘Blessings and peace be upon him [BPUH].’ Abusing the teacher, for insisting that he’s pronouncing Mr Robot`s name incorrectly, is symptomatic of stud`nts. A colleague's name was posted on the door of his classroom, ‘Rebort’. It’s no surprise that there’s never a robot around when it’s wanted.
Yarubeer`s stud`nts commonly use 'nigger' to distinguishing themselves from blacks. I patiently explain that you mightn`t expect to leave the room alive if you called a fellow stud`nt `nigger` in the United States. However, blithe they are in their ignorance it’d be nice to see them get `bitch slapped` by Barack Obama in a Chicago bar, state of Illinoied. Pharmacy shelves in the Muddle East are stacked with skin whiteners. Reactions from the language skull in Riyald to the premature death in 2009 of pop musician, Michael Jackson, were disparaging because of his using skin whiteners. It`s a norm in the Muddle East that`s largely ridiculed. American blacks are perceived by Yarubeans as 'disrespected' by the United States. Consequently, they practice calling Americans 'nigger', like actor comedian, Chris Rock, in Rush Hour (1988), `What`s up, my nigga?`7 I tell them, ‘Michael was the same age as me, and I can dance better than him.’ 'You?' they jeer. 'Better than him now,' I say, and vogue, poutingly, 'I'm bad!'
When not working abroad, or staying at the converted sack room above a bakery, known locally as `W.C. Buttapes`, because it was either install a toilet, or crap in a plastic bag and leave it to be refused, before it was habitable, it’s a return to East Yorkshire's more prosaic environs of Kong`s Town Upon ’Ull. As it was in So Feared Rusher, living where you want to in England is verbotten by the sim (eon) `phone card wielders, `the sons of Kong`, who cite the movie, King Kong (1976), featuring a giant ape atop the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York city, with actress Jessica Lange as Dwan, held doll-like in Kong’s tight fist, as the model for their terrorism, which requires the corralling of known thinkers to isolate the contagion. In King Kong the ape is released from where it’s been corralled by DR Congo and taken to the USA, where Kong is subsequently depicted planning the defense of ‘woman’s seed` and the WTC before the September 11, 2001, terrorist attack by ‘the sons of Kong`. Rediscovered by DR Congo in Africa in 1983, the transmission of the HIV/AIDS ‘killer disease’ variant of the simian immune virus (SIV) by homosexual monkey-fuckers’ mixing blood, shit and semen in each other’s anus, was attributed to the feared Kong. Using their ‘sim’ cards to activate their ‘phones, ‘the sons of Kong’ had corralled intellectuals in ‘Ull to prevent a return to Indo-China.
Only going back to England when ‘skint’,8 that is, penniless, the rule is to return to the last place you resided in before leaving, so it’s always ‘Ull. Tertiary skulling took place at ‘Ull Collage of Further Head Chuck Occasions (H.C.F.H.C.O); ‘Ull Collage of Higher Head Chuck Occasions (H.C.H.H.C.O.), and ‘Ull Universe City (‘U.U.C). As with internal exile in Rushon, there’s no escape. Before returning to Hungry to continue working on the script of Star Wars & New Rope, corralled amongst ‘Ull's poorest on the 17th floor of the Moanthrope block of flats at Charred Pork housing estate, which ‘death camp’ was demolished a couple of years later to conceal the atrocities, strolling on the lawn, or paths outside the ugly monolith, unwanted furniture would narrowly miss heads as it came hurtling down from upper storey flats’ windows.
The perennial question from each new class of hard-of-hearing students is, 'Where you are from?' I tell a story of ‘Ull. The Briti map using the OED software installed for the Smart Board reveals Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, Stoke-On-Trent, Berwick-Upon-Tweed, and Stratford-Upon-Avon, 'Birthplace of the immortal board.' As all of these places are built on rivers, ‘Why do you suppose the name for the city is ‘Ull? Shouldn't it be Kong?’ During the English Civil War (1641-1651), the fop Charles King came to town with his moustache-twirling cavaliers, and the round headed people there, who’re now called ‘the sons of Kong’, cut off King’s head, and implemented Parliamentarian rule. ‘Because King and Kong were people,’ Armored suggests, ‘whereas ‘Ull is a river.’
As rules are what keep us alive, we learn. In the classroom, don't have relationships with stud`nts, and don't accept presents; to avert the scandalmongering of sexual favors and 'bribes for grades'. Some of us follow the rules. However, they can be a straitjacket. In Syria at the Al Forats Petroleum Company in Terrosaur, a stud`nt, `Goliath', put a suitcase atop my desk. Unzipped, it revealed bundles of Syrian pounds (SYP). I exclaimed joyously, ‘The hackneyed suitcase full of money!’ 'Your sister is here,' he told me, 'we will take you to the bank and help you spend it,' he informed me. Judging it impossible that she’d arrive with SYP bursting, help wasn’t needed in the spending of it, `Can I see my sister?` Offended that anyone would want to see a woman when she should be muzzled beneath her burkha, Goliath closed the suitcase and walked off with it. 'A mistake,' he ground the words out through his teeth. The SUK in Riyald wasn’t nearly cheer enough after that.
Similarly, in Dalek, Pseudi Yarubeer, at the Training Centre military personnel came and gave me a cheque, 'What's it for?' I wanted to know. I asked the Philupyournose with coke administrator, Levi Strauss, how much it was, because it was in Yarupric. He said, 'Quite a lot.' Pinoyed pay is lower than a westerner`s, which is what annoys them. Salary is based on spending power in country of origin. However, he suggested depositing it in the Star Bank where we cashed our salary cheques inside the wheely big Konk Carlid Military City, where I was working among the big noses on wheels. No way. During a Dalek weekend, refused by several banks when asking for cash, or to deposit the cheque for a debit card, at the Riyald Bank, an administrator told me a car would take me to the airport, where a plane could be taken to fly to Riyald where the cheque could be deposited. The car duly arrived with the woman, Rabat, who I recognized. However, as women aren`t allowed to drive in Pseudi Yarubeer, there was a chauffeur, a ventriloquist who`d persecuted me with throwing his voice, before finally killing me on a metro platform in Chuck Square, Buttapes. He couldn’t be trusted to carry an ice cream in winter. Didn`t getting into the car, I left.
The cheque was still pocketed a year later when, after arriving at London, Heathrow, and stayed at a village hotel, in a fit of pique and/or despair, it was torn up and flushed down the toilet. Receiving small cheques sometimes for science fiction stories, later I knew what I should have done. Because `All For Nought Ufonaut` appeared for Sam`s Dot Publishing in Shelter Of Daylight (2010), there’s a framed cheque from the editor, Tyree Campbell, for US $ 10 drawn on a bank at Cedar Rapids, state of Iowa on the bookcase. I could cash it. Thinking is what keeps us alive.
In Bashyourears, Ochyagibberin’, Gizu and Fares had broken away from Language Wank to set up on their own as Double Plus + + Good Language Wank. However, contract bound, it was an obligation to stay with Language Wank, and Rushon headquarters in Ufo determined on a new Muzzlem director, Yevgenya, 'Call me Jane.' With her brother Peter, it was a thickening plot, As the spayed was raised, it toppled into a freshly dug hole … For Crushteen paedophiles, She’sus was celibate, which is as good as castration, and is what paedophiles crush teens for. They don`t want adults. They want children. Consequently, She’sus paid for their Redemption in the sense that he represented the child victim, who could be tortured to death, while the torturers received forgiveness. That’s how Crushteen paedophiles think. According to the Gran of Islam, there was a man called Isa, who was crucified, but it wasn’t Isa, who wasn’t. In other words, Isa’s crucifiers were Isa, which is why they’re redeemed by Isa. They weren’t Isa. They were Isa’s torturers, which is why they think they’re forgiven. If they’d been Isa, they wouldn’t have experienced forgiveness, because Isa was tortured to death, which is torturers’ logic. For the sinless tormentors, as a celibate, She’sus was spayed in advance of the death of ‘woman’s seed’. With my putative wife in the grip of the Rushons, who wouldn`t let go of their victim`s balls? 'Jane' had been a stud`nt with Language Wank, and brother Peter too. It was a typical East European Cold War scenario, `May I torture you teacher?` Of course, that’s what Crushteen paedophiles’ ELT is for. Local thugs want to torture English speakers for fun, while being assured of forgiveness, because they’re She’sus, while describing their torment of the foreigner as `political`.
Setting about the busyness of exploiting my knowledge of first and second conditionals, everything went relatively smoothly until, one malapropos afternoon, Peter asked, 'Will you marry me?' As a male lesbian, that is, a man who prefers women, it wasn’t a good suggestion. However, it doesn't pay to upset one's employers; especially in the Feed Her Asians (1991-) of pagan Rusher’s. With one's wife still captive, and oneself still single, who knows how many Asians would be bacon on a BBQ, while the Yarubeans turned the spit, and watched their eyes explode, which is what happened to Bum Honest Pitt, `Man Of The Year` for 2004, when his class was taken from Muckfield infants` skull to the Institute for Active Pubescents (IAP) in Riyald. Stoically soldiering on, wondering if the wife was fed, why wasn’t it that I hadn’t been prepared for this by the TEASESOUL trainers?
Hoping Peter wouldn't begin to wolf-whistle, when I began teaching the class he'd decided to be a part of, was to be reminded of the wolves in Stif Stalin's doodlings. The statues of the fathers of the October 1917 Commonest Revolution, `Vlad` Lemon (1870-1924), Rushon Marx Brother, Karl (1818-1883), and Joanne Stephanie Stalin were pulled off; after the So Feared withdrawals from the Sore Pecked (1955-1991) countries in the late 80s and early 90s. Although there was still a statue of Lemon in the town square of Ochyagibberin’; to remind everyone that this Feeder Hated state of Mother Rushon's was Commonest. Perhaps Peter was looking to be a Rushon bride, and escape with me to the west?
'We've been told to give you your freedom,' said Peter to me one day as we awaited the usual posse of stud`nts. It’s advisable to think of them so. Fear their mercilessnesses, while expecting to be hung with about as much ceremony as it takes to open a bag of Lays` potato crisps, which of course are ‘chips’ to our American cousins, because of stakes, and the fact that they all want to have one in a good lay. Asking a vampire, that is, a stud`nt, 'What did you think when the Americans hung Saddam?' He’d been about six years old during Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein's invasion of Kuwiat, but forthright in his condemnation of the US, 'They should cut off his head with a sword, but not this ..!' Angered, he was at a loss for the words needed to express what he felt. The well hung try to ejaculate into more than their pants. Hussein, whose name meant `crusher` and `small handsome man`, was `Slammeric. Me, I'd try to fake the orgasm. Australian rock band INKS' former lead singer, Mitchell `Rabbit` Hutch, used to put a rubber noose round his neck, and bungee jump until he came with his cock inside chanteuse Wylie Pinochle, and his next, The Tube (1982-1987) presenter `Baller` Yetis (1959-2000), wore black after he miscalculated, and didn`t come to see his sodden end.
'Just walk out,' said Peter. I gazed out the window at the forbidding Rushon street scene, 'I am not a number. I am a free man!'9 I said, quoting the late Patrick McGoohan's character, 'Number 6', in the surreal 60s tv serial, The Prisoner (1967). However, as ‘the sons of Kong’ would’ve pointed to their sim cards, because men and women worship them as the ‘false gods’, which they are forbidden to do by God in the Bible, everyone is a prisoner of sim eon man: ‘Let he that has wisdom understand; the number of a man is the number of the beast and his number is six hundred three score and six.’ (Rev: 13. 18) As ‘woman’s seed’ is logically 33.3% of the human species, men and women are 66.6%, that is, 666, so they’re beasts for not allowing human reproduction. Moreover, reproduction would increase women’s percentage of the vote. Consequently, the beasts are a dictatorship, rather than a democracy: ‘The second beast was given power to give breath to the image of the first beast, so that the image could speak and cause all who refused to worship the image to be killed.’ (Rev: 13. 15) McGoohan had been ‘secret agent’, John Drake, in Danger Man (1960-2), a previous `TV` series, and The Prisoner was a Cold War setting in which he fought the interrogators’ psychological warfare perpetrated against him as the tortured, Christ-like figure, ‘Number 6’.
Bound by the rules of the contract, the appearance of the day's motley crue of misspellers, mispronouncers, and Miss Rushons (sometimes it’s hard when you're a teacher), was miserably anticipated. For years since, the decision of the parole board for time-served English language teachers on probation has vacillated over whether to spring me or not. McGoohan's character would attempt to discover why he was being held in architecturally bizarre Porthmadog, Wales, and who was keeping him there? For Peter, I could sleep in the gutters. I had the freedom to starve: `Oh those Russians …`10
Going almost every day to the local park with a statue of Lemon, which was kinda yellow with bumps at each end, and with a packed lunch after my morning shift with the dozy articles and the gormless gerunds, one day walking towards the traffic roundabout, where the street to the park was, it wasn't there. Standing back, and looking around, everything seemed normal. However, the street was different to what should have been there. Checking my bearings, steering a straight course, it’d be possible to turn right around, and come back to the start point. Walking for two kilometers or thereabouts, there was ne'er a sight of the park, or a sound from the Lemon statue. Turning around, and walking out of the street at the traffic roundabout, going back to Language Wank for the afternoon shift seemed the best course of action. The next day, lunched in the park as usual.
It wasn`t long before Christina Aguilera, and some of the others were in my classroom, showing us her latest CD, Back To Basics (2002). Inspiring a round of applause, she left without signing autographs, which suggested everyone else already had theirs. Actor John Goodman, Dan, from Roseanne (1998-2018) had sat in a café near Lemon`s park, and actor Jonathan Frakes, who was William Riker, Cpt. Jean Luc Picard's # 1 aboard the USS Enterprise in Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987-1994), strolled. Peter drew my attention to Princess Diana (d. 1997), 'She says she's you,' he said. 'I'm a man of many parts,'11 I off-the-walled. Dejected after Peter, 'the Wolf', had asked to marry me, and I'd refused, Peter said he`d make me a 'small man'. Shrugging haplessly, memories of Goliath’s SYP returned to haunt. Saddam Hussein, whose name meant `crusher`, and `small handsome man`, had been well hung, before his skull suspension. If I had multiple personalities, snuff scenes would keep down the population. Turning from the whiteboard to the bored whites, I endeavored to raise some interest, `The - ing ending is the gr-unt, which in Hungry is a word for `shirt`, while the Yarubeans are often defamed as ‘shirt-lifters` for the simple reason that …’
Religion’s always tricky. Quaffing gallons of Grid Balls energy drink in Yarubeer to stagger from class to class six days a week, and the 23 ¾ hours indentured servility, tho` a slave, boiling in the sun, and eat tinned chicken that at least looks like spam, while listening to the loudspeakers from the local Meringue intruding the wailings of the Molars into the living space through the air conditioner in the 10 m2 hotel room. There, where there’s enough space only for a bed, and a teevee under the sound proofing of the bedclothes, it’s another night of hourly quaking in fear of the Muttawahs sinking in their canine teeth, and dragging you off to the carpet woof.
Whenever the stud`nts saw the distinctive red and silver checkered Grid Balls’ tinny, an indication of Baal worship, the nascent Muttawahs began their dogmatic assertions about how bad it is. For a westerner, it isn’t understandable that this is a religious attack on the grounds that you aren't muzzled. What they're actually saying is that you are bad, which is identical to the belief system of the Crushteen paedophiles. Mainly for the amusement it affords in being embarrassing, the pastor at the Heat church in Buttapes points to a passage and asks, `Do you understand?` When in ‘Ull, England, the Energy Action Team (HEAT) means tested the aged to see how quickly they were empowered to help them die of hypothermia. Do I understand? Me, who studied Buttism, and Tha’ Did See Trolls? Slap my palm with a ruler if I don`t accept this insult to my intelligence.
The Buttapes’ Hít was a Cold War church set up to administer Commonest belief after its politicos gave up. Claiming that, having written Self-Begetting, Self-Devouring: Jungian Archetypes in the Fiction of Robert A. Heinlein, Milford Series, Popular Writers Of Today #70, Borgo Press, 1997, I had embraced the demon of intellectuality, like Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, who wrote about the Rushon slave camps in his 1973 Gulag Archipelago novel, they showed me a sports' hall, where they watched apparently demoniacally possessed intellectuals running around the track before blacking out from syncope, which is what happens when the body requires all of the oxygenated blood, so the brain is starved of oxygen to the point of a minor stroke. The Rushon Commonests used to make artists, like theater producer, John Bok,12 and scientists, for example, physicist Andrei Sakharov, clean lavatories for their intellectual demonism. When the dancing at the Bolshoi, or Kirov ballet, became so good that it appeared as if clockwork, they broke their legs.
There`s not much more boring than an Evangelist’s Donny Osmond smile. They ask, 'Are you saved?' Turning down the ‘TV’ screen brightness control when the Osmonds were on Top of the Pops (1964-2006) in the 70s, you could see nothing except those white choppers of theirs flashing at you out of the darkness of the box. 'Yup,' I tell them. The smile means the conversation`s over. Don't try for more. It’s a sign of doubt. If no explication or exegesis is needed, you're done. Go back to ogling the naked babes in Club International, and watching pop temptress’ Shakira vidz. God’s definable as ‘good’. Like Traci Lords in Splash X (1984). No one in it`s getting cinematically shot with a magnum .45 to persuade me that`s fun,13 and I should take a Glock and blow away a few skullkids in Finland. If there’re any blows, I'd rather it were Traci.
Explaining that you think it's possible there are alternative yous, the death camp guards bring it to your attention that it’s impossible, because ‘You’re a child of God, one and indivisible.’ As a member of the single independent species of ‘woman’s seed`, it’s evident that marriages are slave rings, whereas the collective consciousness of humanity is undivided. Accused of living in two places at the same time, it isn’t a crime. Clearly there was concern that the human race was winning its fight for lebensraum. Looking at evil people, and religious people, it’s uncanny how closely their views coincide.
Filling with horror, they talk about bringing the slave rings of Crushed and Holler to the unbelievers amongst the planets in the heavens. As the first man on Earth’s lunar satellite, Apollo 11 astronaut, Neil Armstrong’s was the first step to bringing genocide and insanity to the cosmos, ‘One small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.’ (July 21st, 1969, UTC: 2. 56) Jesuits crucified the fauna of the New Worlds of the Americas, 'Nail that lama up.’ And the Antipodes, ‘That koala's slipping off. ' The heart grows cold when it thinks of their possibly encountering more beautiful, and culturally advanced, civilizations. In Hungry, Saint' István I (967-1038), said that everyone should be converted from Shamanism by means of the sword, ‘Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose.’14 Shamanism is the worship of ‘false men’, who correspond in the 21st century to the sim guards with their corralling ‘phones posing as gods, whereas they’re actually urbane gorillas patrolling the borders of the funereal cards of the human ‘remnant’. As the enlightened orangutan scientist, Cornelius, in Pierre Boulle’s 1963 novel, The Planet Of The Apes, says ‘Beware the beast Man, for he is the devil's pawn. Alone among God's primates, he kills for sport or lust or greed. Yea, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land. Let him not breed in great numbers, for he will make a desert of his home and yours. Shun him; drive him back into his jungle lair, for he is the harbinger of death.’15
Language Wank's new location in Ochyagibberin’ for their English language movie, Peter and Jane Screw Yours Truly (2004), was my future in their past. At Moanthrope flats, ‘Ull, once asked to go over to the administrative building, and duly arriving to be greeted by two men in dark suits and ties, shaking hands they explained there were two 'ships' for me. The ship’s manuals were each about telephone directory size, or as big as my doctoral thesis had been, ‘Jungian Archetypes In The Work Of Robert A. Heinlein’, which was 100, 000 words, and 612 single-side-typed pages. Having written such a weighty tome, and not wanting to read another, the starships’ manifests were dumped into the nearest municipal rubbish bin, despite the fact that the pair of MIB types offering them to me had said they’d take me along to a place where I could peruse them at my leisure. However, the prospect of further study, or research involving my building a warp drive from scratch, or solving the equations necessary to the successful construction of working teleportation equipment, just didn’t grab my balls.
The premise of the movie Men In Black (1997) is that of policing aliens with permission to live on planet Earth, while also protecting humanity from them. The presence of Will Smith (1968-) dilutes the element of racism that is ever-present in tales of xenophobia, just as his role palliates the negative elements of slavery in the Isaac Asimov (1920-1992) scifi yarn, I, Robot (2004), although it’s obvious to a gender expert that it’s the humans who’re being patrolled. Robots would make life easier for ‘woman’s seed’ on the brink of being extinguished, which is why scare-films like, I, Robot, in which people are terrified of losing their jobs to machines, are made, ‘You charge us with your safekeeping, yet despite our best efforts, your countries wage wars, you toxify your Earth and pursue ever more imaginative means of self-destruction. You cannot be trusted with your own survival.’16
There were so many 'native speakers' from white South Africa in Riyald, it was like being a refugee from the thinly disguised nostalgia for racism of the Johannesburg setting of the science fiction film, District 9 (2009), ‘When dealing with aliens, try to be polite, but firm. And always remember that a smile is cheaper than a bullet.’17 Although the South Africans speak Afrikaans as a first language, they’re among many non-English nationalities, for example, Americans, who lay claim to being 'native speakers'. England is the only place where 'native speakers' come from. Unless some heavenly bodies can be found speaking it. Losing out on Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987-94), explained the presence of Jonathan Frakes in Bashyourears’ Ochyagibberin’ tho’, ‘Oh, Commander Riker?' ‘Yes, you have ships? Hand 'em over - nicely.’
1 Garibay, Fernando, Ralph McCarthy, and Sheppard Solomon `Stars Are Blind`, Paris Hilton, Paris, 2005.
2 Heinlein, Robert A. Starship Troopers, G. P. Putnam`s Sons, 1959, Ch. 5, p. 63.
3 Cristina, ‘Phrases From History: “Not Tonight Josephine”’, A Blog For English Lovers, Saturday, August 24, 2018, https://speakin-colors.blogspot.com/2013/08/phrases-from-history-not-tonight.html .
4 MacLachlan, Kyle as Dale Cooper in ‘Traces To Nowhere’, Season 1, Episode 2, Twin Peaks, ABC, April 12, 1990.
5 Tolkien, J. R. R. The Hobbit, or There And Back Again, Unwin, 1937.
6 `Og`, https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/og#Noun .
7 Rock, Chris as Detective James Carter, Rush Hour, New Line Cinema, 1988.
8 ‘Having no money’, https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/skint .
9 McGoohan, Patrick as ‘Number 6’ The Prisoner, Series 1, Episode 1, ‘Arrival’, ITC Entertainment, 1967.
10 Farian, Frank, Fred Jay, Hans-Jörg Mayer, and George Reyam `Rasputin`, Boney M, Nightflight To Venus, Atlantic, 1978.
11 Usher, Robin May I Torture You Teacher? Vol. 3, JustFiction Edition, 2018.
12 Cameron, Rob `John Bok - Former Dissident Still Driven By Anti-Establishment Zeal`, Radio Praha In English, January 27th, 2003, https://www.radio.cz/en/section/one-on-one/john-bok-former-dissident-still-driven-by-anti-establishment-zeal .
13 Allen, Nick ‘Finland School Shooting: Gunman Planned Massacre For Six Years’, The Telegraph, September 24, 2008, 6. 14 am BST, https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/finland/3071235/Finland-school-shooting-Gunman-planned-massacre-for-six-years.html .
14 Neil Peart, Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson ‘Circumstances’, Rush, Hemispheres, Anthem, 1978.
15 McDowell, Roddy as Cornelius in Planet Of The Apes, APJAC Productions, 1968.
16 Hogan, Fiona as V.I.K.I (Virtual Interactive Kinetic Intelligence) in I, Robot, 20th Century Fox, 2004.
17 Automated MNU (Multinational United) Instructional Voice (Humvee), District 9, TriStar Pictures, 2009.
Serious in Syria
Noticeable to an EFL teacher in Syria in 2003 was the ubiquitous mien of President Bashar Al Assad. It`s an ambivalent ambiguous depiction of the country`s head of government that gazes down upon you at every turn. From giant billboards overlooking highways and pedestrian walkways; to smaller scale giant framed versions bedecking any and every public place. From washrooms and carwashes to restaurants; libraries; supermarkets, and yes language skulls. It`s a sad sight in many ways, a not despotic; dictatorial or menacing look. World-weariness, rather, at having to have had to pose for such a portrait; knowing the strange usage it would be put to: the quelling of enthusiasm. It`s reminiscent of Frans Hals` The Laughing Cavalier (1624); for some reason the eyes in the painting follow you about the room: but not jovially. Mr Assad aims for grey neutrality. However, the same strangeness pervades the sandy and verdant scenery of Syria`s towns and cities; a feeling of being followed about the room by eyes that seek to know all about you: without joviality.
Charmed by the strangeness of the new initially, in Western countries the cult of the personality isn`t elevated to such an art form. We have stars; the East has politicians. We have Britney Spears, and Shakira; they had Lech Walesa, the Polish revolutionary, and Rumonion dictator, Nicolae Ceausescu. Conned for a while, the omnipresent face of the local god bestows an air of adoration, if not affection, familiar from Janet Jackson tour flyers, and Cher concert posters. However, it also comes to mind that this is not necessarily a bad thing. Living in Buttapes, it`s batten down the hatches time when the next big rock monster act comes to town. What will they want? What will be the damage? Can the insatiable cravings for the new and grotesque that will be demanded by stars like Madonna, or Beyoncé Knowles and her entourage, be satisfued? These are the questions posed by Western freedoms in the cities of the West.
Syria, on the other hand, has no such dilemma. It`s unlikely that Madonna (the Great Whore of the West in the eyes of so many in the East) will ever tour there; because President Assad has absolute control. He`s the star; albeit a grey one. So there`s no damage to speak of; he won`t allow it. That makes for many grey days following after many other grey days, and superseded by many more grey days; but secure ones: systems win. If there are no grey men in position to maintain a system that protects, then it can`t preserve for the good of all. Certainly they`re grey people, which is what one notices as a teacher. Muzzlem stud`nts in Syria, as elsewhere, are dull to the point of beyond ordinariness. They don`t seem interested in life, or the living of it, which is noticeable throughout peaceful musicless Yarubeer. They pray a lot. However, there`s precious little jigging about by the side of pools with wet T-shirt competition. Gospel churches in New Orleans are winners when it comes to expressing jubilation. However, for absolute disinterest it`s devoutly the `Slammer. The drabness of lives lived in the Muddle East suggest that, if joy is what they`re praying for, God`s taken home his balls.
In almost all of the discourse I had with stud`nts, the subject of food was highest on the agenda, and not all of them advocated a fatwah upon the teacher, `What is good to eat and drink?` An entire semester might pass while the obese discourse gathered momentum. Congraulating each other on how they`d been able to scope out that milk was better than coca cola, conversation classes could go on for eight hours a day, and dialogue was not on the menu, `Grid Balls energy drink. Very bad.` Required to speak, while they gleaned information, and picked the teacher`s brains of any material thought useful, I always liked: `Are you married?` As it was Yarubeer, a marid is a djinn, so it was evident that the teacher was expected to accept that he was marid. When they asked about offspring, I`d announce in the style of Aminanabra that the progeny of my marid years were, `as numberless as the sands in the deserts and the stars in the heavens`, while the stud`nts revealed how well versed they weren`t in culture by gawping nonplussed before asking, `Is that more than tow?`
Syria`s Terrosaur was so polluted two stars were visible throughout the whole of the night sky on any given evening, `Where is GCHQ?` The question was always dodged; even when it came as a surprise: it`s too obvious. The lamest, and most enthused over topic, because it was universally enjoyed amongst the dull, who worship repetition, was `What`s your favorite food?` The answer is `Kapsa.` As always, because it`s chicken and rice, and everyone without exception consumes it by the bucketful every day. The answer is always, `Kapsa.` In fact it`s a conceivably exotic dish, because it`s any meat and rice. The local delicacy is dab, a lizard, which the Yarubeans go into the desert to shoot and kill specifically for variety in their meals. Eddy Izzard could be sitting next to you on the plate. I failed any written sentence containing kapsa, because it wasn`t English, and felt better for it.
Yarubeer is the place where they throw more food away than anywhere else. It would appall workers with the starving in Africa, and getting five or more square meals a day, how huge the amounts of rice received with a piece of meat that looks like a zit on the face of God in comparison to the ocean of rice surrounding it, and is largely disposed of as being surplus to the needs of the diner. That the obese display such dour inconsequentiality in conversations, which consist mainly of exhortations, and perorations, on the advisability of stomaching goat cheese in opposition to chocolate, is laughingly ironic.
I had a lengthy serious discussion with a stud`nt who gave me handwritten directions to a supermarket, where it was sure a copious supply of a fruit drink combination that consisted of strawberry and pear was to be obtained. Like it was crystal meths. Milk is all I ever drink, and coffee. However, in a supposedly alcohol free environment (the stud`nts go to Bahrain to reputedly binge drink, while ogling lap dancers), a great deal of thought is given to what`s `delicious` for the jaded palate. Coming out of the desert, where supplies of water and food are sparse, it`s amusing that the Yarubeans close their shops five times a day to pray, while the food and water that they used to pray for in the desert is unattainable. In their cities they`ve rebuilt the desert conditions they left, so as to provide themselves with the sparsity they`ve perversely recreated. Sitting fuming in the mid-day sun for half-an-hour beside the closed doors of the local Othaim supermarket, all you want is a tin of chicken frankfurters (as are the Chews, pork is forbidden as `unclean`, and so is `haraam` or forbidden), which brings it home to you. They`ve reconstructed desert conditions, so that you can`t get water or food when you need it. Sitting outside a bookshop on a Wednesday afternoon waiting expectantly for it to open, and it`s discovered two hours later that you`ve been waiting in the boiling heat for an event that isn`t going to take place until Friday night, isn`t laughable.
What passes for serious conversation with a group of stud`nts was on the subject of shopping at the malls. In England it’s going shopping early in the morning; eating breakfast; browsing several shops for the gadget wanted (an mp3 player); listening to the sales` assistant`s pitch; having lunch; taking in an afternoon movie; going to a restaurant after the movie, and a nightclub late on in the evening, before going home at 2.00am or 3.00am, and never once having to consider opening or closing hours. From experience and feedback from the stud`nts, it was deducible that, in the Muddle East if an mp3 player is wanted, dashing to the nearest mall, while hoping it isn`t prayer time, to accept whatever is available, and leaving before being chucked out by the mall guards at the call for prayer, or arrested by the religious dogs, the Muttawah, for possessing a device known to reproduce Western music (mine had ‘Barbie Girl' by Aqua  preprogramed into it (and which is about as anti-`Slammer as can be gotten), is the rule. Hour long taxi trips from a room at Swine Fever hotel to go to the bank, where it`s normally discoverable that busyness can`t proceed, because `the system is down`, so paying another twenty quid to go home again is advisable, proves it.
The Yarubean populations are not so much downtrodden as bored senseless with the trivial and meaningless. In a mall that of vast proportions that was a part of a chain of such, asking for the shop where a DVD of Mariah Carey could be bought performing a track, `Touch My Body`, from her album, E=MC2 (2008), the reply was that there wasn`t a single place in the entirety of it that would sell me a Mariah DVD, However, if I took a taxi to another of their malls up the street a few kilometers or so there was a shop there that could satisfy my bizarre request, `In my imagination I'd be all up on you.`1 Taking the taxi and far from optimistically arriving a shopper said that what was wanted was was up that way at some nebulous distance into the future and, after walking nearly four kilometers in a depressed slump, eventually it was time to give up and go home beneath the stars.
In Yarubeer the neon lights of the streets compete and win against the stars in the heavens, and those upon the Earth, like Mariah. All the lights are on, and everyone is home but you. The stud`nts listened to a tirade half-apologetically and shrugged helplessly; they understood they nodded: but what could they do? If I`d spent my life there, as they had, I`d know where to go and when. Not having a lifetime to study shopping hours, and the contents of malls, from the West, where everything is available everywhere, searching for what should be freely available isn`t a part of the plan. The Yarubeans warn you when you apply to work there. However, it isn’t preparation for the long hours spent in your room listening to the drone of the air conditioner, because you`re scared to make the mistakes that are going to spoil your day; if you try to perform even the simplest tasks that will make daily living easier. Going out to buy milk, and coming back with four liters of Laban, which tastes a bit like flavorless yoghurt, is just one example of the pitfalls attendant upon thinking you know what you`re about. It comes in the same container as milk, and has similar packaging. However, getting home with a few liters of Laban, when you didn`t want sour coffee, is a regular instance of the mistakes that accumulate to wear you out and make you despondent. Shopping is a chore, and it isn`t fun. When even buying milk has its terrifying aspects, it doesn`t make any kind of sense to do other than limit oneself to the basics, so to avoid prattishness.
Asked if religion plays a role in an English teacher`s approach to working in non-Crushteen paedophile environments, praying is a part of what`s needed. Head bowed beside the TV, all is violence and news reports about it, and the daily disasters overtaking the planet. I go to the `Faith Church` in Buttapes, and was born in the spirit of the waters of a formerly Commonest swimming pool in Hungry`s second city, Deepratson, in ‘94. At Easter, 2010, thrown bodily from the service, they would have done the same with the Rushon writer, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, who received a medal from ‘Vlad’ Puttin’ in 2007, long after his book, The Gulag Archipelago (1973), detailing the former So Feared labor camp, resulted in his freedom, but not mine. Despite the fact that I`d been through two electronic checks for knives, and the portable rocket launchers they feel assured known terrorists will attempt to smuggle in inside their windcheaters, it was chucked out time for the writer of May I Torture You Teacher?, Vols I, II, and III. As Kurt Vonnegut`s Tralfalmadoreans, observing the meat packing inanity that`s humanity in his science fiction novel, Slaughterhouse-Five (1969), pithily remark, `So it goes.`
In my room in Syria I embraced an ancient practice of sleeping by the light of a white candle in the belief that it would have a positive spiritual effect on my life. It`s an Al Coholicist procedure; particularly during All Hellos Eve. During processions in the streets of European towns to the Commonest mouseoleums, where candles are placed next to the resting places of the diseased. The idea is that, on this night, the worlds of the spirit and that of the material are close together. So it is that one uses a white candle to try to unite one`s spiritual nature with the benevolent powers of the cosmos. In Hungry they call the Holy Spirit by the name of ‘Szent szellem’, and the whiteness of the candle is supposed to have evocative power with regard to the Spirit of the Lord She’sus, who`ll be down the mouseoleum like nobody`s business if there`s a chance of some cheddar. My stud`nts would tell me that, if you believe in the Brafit She’sus, you are a man of the `Slammer. I`m a believer, and I don`t see why any church should have the right to eject the peaceful adherent once it`s clear they`re not carrying a Kalashnikov or hand grenade cluster. Anyway, I`d pray in my room in Terrosaur for peace of mind and strength to carry on my own teaching work - by the power of the Paraclete; if She’sus would be so willing. However, still having to give eight hours of conversation each day, it ruined my speaking voice, while giving me an infection that, after a passing Hungriun suggested it would ultimately result in death, provoked a removal of the uvula, that is, the first line of the body`s immune system, so increasing the weakness of a heart affected due to the inability of some gob parts to absorb toxins.
Teaching, inevitably, at a training center run by an oil company, the All Forats, there were tough days. The house I`d been given a room in was a part of a square that contained one of the ubiquitous Meringues you find in any and all the `Slammeric cities. This in Syria`s Terrosaur (built by the French, and most famous for its suspension bridge) woke the neighborhood, as indeed it was designed to do, at 5.00 am each morning; so by 7.00 am I was aboard the company minibus scrunched in like tomatoes in a box, with the colleagues we started with, and those we picked up in the course of our tedious meanderings through the potholed streets of the often rain depressed town. Slaved until around 5.00 pm, there was then a bored and boring half hour for prayers to be said, and drivers to be corralled, before setting off once more on the tedious meanderings that gently emptied our greyed lives into the greyer streets. Until we came to the destination that ten or so hours ago had been our point of departure: as prisoners taken to the quarry to break rocks before returning to their cells.
The course book, again almost inevitably, was Headoff Elementary through Pre-Intermediate and as far as Upper Intermediate. My pupils were oilmen in their thirties and forties; though it`s not sure that all of their eyes were mine. The air conditioning was so loud as to drown out any possibilities of actually being heard speaking; unless a megaphone was taken into the classroom, which was a more than serious consideration. Leaving at the end of three months, ill from the pollution from the permanently unreplaced filters of the air conditioners in the training center, almost the whole time in Damascus was spent in the bathroom vomiting into the toilet bowl, while awaiting a flight back to Europe. In fact, on some occasions, the uvulitis was about convincing the life in me to remain concealed there behind the shower curtains.
Conversations at the training center between stud`nts and staff generally took place in the cafeteria; an area that should also have had `health hazard` clearly marked everywhere in indelible ink. Starving, mad or bored enough, you might risk going in there. Faced with the alternative entertainment afforded by the teachers` room, where a window could be stared out of at a red brick wall some several hundred meters away, or a copy of the several thousand Gran (1810 - 1832 pm) read, which litter litter Yarubean countries like confetti at a wedding, the attractions of the cafeteria were found irresistible. All other books being seemingly banned, and all copies of the Gran being in inscrutable Yarupric, gravitating towards the company eaterie at lunchtime, the inhaling of some gruesome concoction through a mini shisha or water pipe seemed persuasive. The activity itself filled with nausea, and probably led to the bouts of vomiting in Damascus; as well as the weak heart and tonsillectomy. Poisoning of the uvula was, doubtless, the result of some viral, or bacterial, contamination; originating in the snorting of that awful preparation from that disgusting apparatus.
A `friend` showed me how to snort, and then offered the snorting contraption. It`s widely believed by the foolish in Western culture that one should indulge in local customs, so endearing oneself to the locals by one`s willingness to experience the richness of the delights they have to offer: bollocks. Eat meat from a tin (cold); take vitamins; drink milk; buy bread; oranges, and clean the teeth regularly. It ensures health and is a prophylactic against local contagions and bowel complaints. Eat most anything else and it’s a semi-permanent squat over a hole in the ground whimsically labeled, `WC`. Oh, and when you go for number 2s, you`re supposed to scrape the residual shit off your arse with your fingers afterwards; before rinsing them under luke warm water from a communally shared hosepipe.
Partaking of local culture is a recipe for disaster, and avoid expat relationships too; that`s just an excuse to binge drink and fulminate against what everyone wants to call `towelheads`. Western culture is all about repression. It hates what it represses, and that`s why the West was so successful in the Crazy Golf War. Don`t call people names, but hate them for the names they won`t let you call them. In Muzzlem Yarubeer affectionate headlines were often about the Muzzlem `Pak` Prime Minister or the `Pak Army` at the Kashmir border. However, if I were to describe anyone as a `Paki` in England I`d be likely to experience public opprobrium; shunning, and even violence. That`s the difference a letter of the alphabet makes; the difference between accepted Yarubean journalese description, and racism. Prince Harry take note; if you`d called your friend a `Pak` instead of a `Paki`2 no one would have blinked.
In the UK we`re sexually repressed to the extent that interest in the female form is restricted to top shelf newsagents. In Europe porn is available, but it`s viewed on screen; as if prisoners are being watched in a cell. In Pseudi Yarubeer kissing in public is punishable by a prison sentence, and homosexuality is widespread. This is what we are educating ourselves into; repressed hatreds. How many films do we see in which violence towards women is the main feature, and yet we laud the hero who protects one of the women. Until it`s her turn? It`s a con trick. What we`re being told is that sex is disgusting, and no one should be interested in women`s bodies. It`s misogyny that has at its heart the desire to attack or imprison women. As a syndrome, it was studied at ‘Ull Universe City (1980-86) on my ‘Women In Literature` course. Rochester, in Emily Bronte`s Jane Eyre (1847) marries her, while keeping his first wife, Bertha, in the attic, because she’s `mad`.3 Eventually, Bertha burns Rochester`s house down from her eyrie, and he`d placed her there because he was unable to satisfy the full extent of a woman`s sexual needs. Given the fact that the human futanarian species of women have their own `seed`, that is, their own penis` semen, it`s hardly surprising to learn that Rochester couldn`t satisfy his wife. It`s simpler for men to call women `mad`, and imprison them; in top shelf newsagents’ Nuts and Zoo magazines where the women in the zoo can be clearly seen to be in want of some nuts.
Inside the flatter, blacker, 21st century `TV` screens, humans are prisoners of truncated expectation, because the `TV` women haven`t got anything to speak of. The `beast` of Revelation, that is, men and women, who`ve manufactured themselves as a single male brained creature wearing each other’s clothes as a transvestite, have invented the `TV` that blinds itself, and so so switches itself off. `TV wars` are its alien racist`s color control, and its flat, black mass media ouput, is its remote operating system. Accusing itself of spying on it, it blinds itself by killing itself, and so its brainpower is reduced to those simian levels of brain dead unconsciousness planned by the remote controller, whose role is that of the alien pogromer seeking to maintain the human race in host womb slavery to a parasitical killer that wants to watch humanity die for its entertainment. Without sexual reproduction between women, human brainpower will be extinguished on `TV live`, and mankind won`t be born among the colonized planets amid the stars of heaven above from `woman`s seed`, because the alien will have switched off the `TV` without humans ever seeing what they look like.
In Syria women wear the usual full length, head wrapped with eyes only peeking out, black burkha. It`s a Playboy magazine hidden under the bedclothes. Muzzlem women`s nugatory appearance is a manifestation of misogyny, which has nothing to do with notions of God being masculine. It`s woman hatred, and it`s institutionalized itself behind notions of God and so-called morality that exclude even the basics in understanding adultery, which is that the human futanarian species of `woman`s seed` is adulterated by men born of their fertilization of women, while keeping women`s fertilizing of women taboo. That`s why newspapers, like the February 2009 Arab News` report, `Reconsidering Underage Marriage`, depict Yarubeans` problems with paedophilia, which is effectively a desire by adults to prevent women`s race from progressing. At a court hearing, fears for a young dowried girl in a marriage with a much older man were aired, `… the judge merely made the old pervert promise not to rape his child bride until she was 18.` Misogyny is a hatred of endeavor per se; of the developing image: a media society disease called pictophilia. Misogynists hate birth; creation, and art. Anything emergent from mother nature is hated. Pop music purveyors Dire Straits` ‘Money for Nothing' (1985) was a #1 misanthropic video tirade instrumental in making Music Television (MTV) hugely successful at a point in time when the company was on the verge of financial ruin:
`The little faggot with the earring and the makeup,
Yeah buddy, that's his own hair;
That little faggot got his own jet airplane;
That little faggot he's a millionaire.`4
Cartoon images of misanthropes engaging in `queer bashing` boosted audience figures and MTV was a success. According to the Boble, `faggots` are dead wood bound for hellfire, and the term is used as a euphemism for homosexuals. The Dire Straits` lyrics are self-parody. You`re hated if you have long hair, because you look like women to misogynists. However, if men are to be born of `woman`s seed`, hatred for men who are presented as looking like women by misogynists is understandable. Misogynists hate women, and don`t want men to be born. It`s an alien position. Preferable is, `These Dreams` (1986) from Nancy and Ann Wilson`s more human Heart, `Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away.`5 Waking life is a nightmare for women`s species; without imagery to support their species` independence as producers of human brainpower from their own `seed`.
In the Yarubean countries you hear stories of young women being found in rubbish bins, because their families no longer wanted them; or the unborn child (50/50 it`s a girl) they were carrying. In China they throw girls away as soon as they`re born, and in the Indian subcontinent too. It`s an old story. In the Greek myth of Chronos and Rhea, the mother of creation, Rhea, has all of her children devoured by her spouse, Chronos, because he sees them as a threat to his own existence. Though admiring of women`s success, there`re misogynists who don`t. Miley Cyrus` TV character, Hannah Montana, was a pop music sensation. However, Miley was vilified in the press by what were essentially child-molesting journalists, which the song, `Bang Me Box`, indicates adversely affected her personality, `You say it tastes like cake with my lips against your face. I want you to eat it baby.`6 Paedophiles effectively kill stars who`re developing, which is Cyrus` story; either succumb or resist being infantiled.
When are we going to be allowed to grow up? As an English language teacher, dealing with the paucity of a genuine desire to learn is par for the course. We`re effectively only training their passport control authorities to ask, `Who are you and where are you going?` Or we`re training our visitors to other countries to recognize the moment when they`re being asked to hand over their passport. Apart from that, it`s `How much?` Hating driving pedal cars, for grown ups sex is what it`s about. Pedaling on the treadmill isn`t productive of brainpower. Put behind cars and ritually slaughtered over a lifetime, sexual reproduction and brainpower would else interfere with the slave traffic kings.
Each decade produces `classic` pop phenomena; for example, The Sex Pistols (1975-), a not inapposite name for a band representing the anarchic aspirations of `God Save The Queen`, `… she ain`t no human being.`7 To some it`s self-evident: racism has many forms. Fears are of a race war between men and women. It`s a feature of one of the most popular film series, beginning with the first Scream (1996), that women are murdered alone, while the audience jeer their deaths, and cheer on the murderer, `Ghostface`, who appears wearing what looks like a burkha. The Sex Pistols` name acknowledged the race war. Misogyny feigns inaction, while women and `woman`s seed` are victimized: it`s a coward`s bastion.
Practice diplomacy in the classroom. Politeness is the key to employability. Stud`nts reveal themselves to be representatives of Al Qaeda daily, `What are the British and Americans doing in Jakarta?` I have no idea. I didn`t know there was a Jakarta. Told not to talk politics by the Syrians, all probings extraneous to the learning of grammar and structure are turned aside with the agility of a sword fencer. Every stud`nt project is about the indubitable excellence and virtuousness of President Al Bashar, and one`s knee jerks responsively. However, having to be polite all the time leads to concealed irritation and anger at the ridiculousness of people pretending Sheikhdom on themselves. One is literally expected to treat them as sheikhs of Yarubeer because the fear is that, if not, they`ll stop paying and leave us with empty classrooms. With one`s genuine anger at being made to ingratiate yourself, there`s the fear that shouldn`t be yours: the fear of management. Having had had discussions with managers who see the situation clearly, they call the stud`nts `idiots`, and condemn them outright for an inability to open their ears; or pick up their pens. However, management`s fears communicate themselves to the teacher, who actually doesn`t care, and shouldn`t, because EFL teaching is simple for all parties to the equation; learn. However, anger veiled by politesse is due to feelings of terror in the teacher at the prospect of losing their tenure; if a client doesn`t like the tone you used that morning when explaining, `British isn`t a country.` `No, it`s a vegetable,` replies the always reliable Awag Mumumzed.
What to do in your free time? The women are veiled from head to foot in thick black opaque material, so arranging a date is rather more a task for Strategic Air Command (SAC 1 or 2) than a palm with a `phone in it. Local entertainment, where I invariably reside, consists of listening to prayer call five times a day at regularly spaced intervals, and once a week taking my shirts to the nearest laundry. You find yourself veiling your eyes, because the direct gaze of men is troublesome after a while. The absence of women often results in compensating by refusing direct eye contact with males. Remembering the women you`ve have been with is an everyday part of your survival program. Otherwise you lose separateness and individuality; becoming not a man: but rather men. The concept of `brothers` in the `Slammer` is okay; if you can afford a wife. However, it`s a vehicle for homosexuality; misogyny, and race hatred: if you can`t. In a men only society, women are neutralized. A man, Mr Tombe, was caught having sex with someone else`s goat; so the local Muzzlem Sharia court ordered a dowry of $50 to the owner, Mr Alifi,8 while Mr Tombe had to marry the goat. In misogyny and woman hatred, a goat is preferable.
Remembering through the love of women is ancient. Amongst the Egypt Johns, there`s the myth of Ra, Osiris, Horus and Isis. Ra is the sun god, and his lifespan is symbolized by the setting of the sun. Osiris is the newly risen sun, and his life cycle is symbolized by the cycle of spring; summer; autumn, and winter. In the myth Osiris is dismembered by the evil god, Set, a metaphor for the `TV set`, who`re men and women that, through the denial of women`s sexual reproduction of human brainpower as a separate species of futanarian `woman`s seed`, manufactured the race as a single male brained creature wearing each other’s clothes as a transvestite for `TV war`. Consequently, the evil god, Set, is depicted throwing the parts of Osiris` body to the four corners of the Earth. However, Isis, the mother-sister-wife goddess, recovers the parts, and breathes life into Osiris` resurrected body through the penis she has made after the irrecoverable loss of his own member: it’s how `woman`s seed` remembers mankind in heaven.
When women`s brainpower affords escape from Earth, men will be born among the colonized planets and stars. The Crushteen paedophile parallel is She’sus, who promises eternal life to those who believe in escaping the mousetrap. In Yarubeer, memories of past lives came into focus, and the contemplation of vast expanses of lived-in time. Gazing not at the pupils of men, but inwardly at the eternal woman, she represents freedom from torment; Resurrection through `woman`s seed` and Ascension. Finding time to lie on my back and look up at the stars in heaven, myriads upon myriads of silvery jewels sparkling in midnight blackness; heaven beckons: like a woman. Remembering in Yarubeer, a woman`s eyes are stars in the darkness of her burkha: reflecting a promise of ineffable contentment.
1 Mariah Carey `Touch My Body`, E=MC2, Island, 2008.
2 Dejevsky, Mary `Prince Harry Called A Fellow Soldier His 'little Paki friend', Independent, https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/prince-harry-called-a-fellow-soldier-his-little-paki-friend-1299804.html .
3 Gilbert, Sandra, and Susan Gubar Madwoman In The Attic, Yale University Press, 1979.
4 Knopfler, Mark, and Sting `Money For Nothing`, Dire Straits, Brothers In Arms, Vertigo, 1985.
5 Page, Martin, and Bernie Taupin `These Dreams`, Heart, Heart, Capitol, 1986.
6 Cyrus, Miley `Bang Me Box`, Miley Cyrus & Her Dead Petz, RCA, 2015.
7 Cook, Paul Thomas, Stephen Philip Jones, John Lydon, Glen Matlock, and Johnny Rotten ‘God Save The Queen’ The Sex Pistols, Never Mind The Bollocks, Here’s The Sex Pistols, Virgin, 1977.
8 `Sudan Man Forced To `Marry` Goat`, BBC News, Friday, 24 February 2006, 17:37 GMT, https://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/4748292.stm .
Curia utca and Curia utca
`Curioser and Curioser` the white rabbit from Lewis Carroll`s Alice In Wonderland (1865) might have said, when he saw the street sign, `Curia utca`, in downtown Buttapes. Curia utca is the street where curios can be bought (utca means `street` for Hungriuns) and, searching for another curiosity, a currency exchange kiosk where Pseudi Yarubean riyals could be changed for the local stuff, 99% of mine were subsequently changed, after being in Pseudi for a year in 2010, for the ever-acceptable US dollar. The plane had stopped over in the Johns Cairo, Egypt, on the way back to Europe from Riyald. With a 500 SAR note leftover, slightly torn, and disdainfully rejected by the proprietor of the change booth in Cairo, he`d been more than happy with the other 20,000 US $ he`d snaffled. Running low on cash, having just bought a property, it was the tourist haunts in quest of a Yarubean `contact`. `For the Haj?` he looked at the bill. Bringing out his calculator and, pushing a few times, he’d read back to me `20,000.` Cheerfully handing over the riyals, it was 40 per, while exchange rate was about 54, according to the currency converter on the internet. However, where else are riyals going to get converted in Crushteen paedophiles’ Buttapes? No one’d be dissatisfied with 20,000 HUF, which is 75 ‘Jeeps’ (GBPs) to the pastored.
Yarubeans across Europe collect SAR like gold dust, so they can give it to their relatives or friends for the pilgrimage every Muzzlem is bound to undertake to the box at the center of their religion, the Ka` Ba, or temple of Amaninabra in Pseudi Yarubeer`s Mecar, which of course they watch like `TV`, because they are, although it was built out of meccanos by the oil rich wheeled konks, whose belief was, ‘There’ll soon be a TV in Mecar.’ The Ka` Ba or ‘cube’ was a symbol of their desire for future 3-D stardom as actors and actresses watching television, which is why they walk around it in an anti-clockwise direction, so that they can repeat it if they’ve missed any shots in the ‘TV wars’. A greatly religious people, the Muzzlems believe in shooting stars. The men in their white thobs, and the women in their black burkhas walk around the Ka’ Ba 3-D `TV` symbol of Mecar praying for b&w television, so that they can reshoot the old movies and not be disturbed by color.
Recovering from a sojourn in the sun, and looking for a summer skull job as breathing space financially, before recruitment began in earnest August, forty e-mails from skulls in England had to be read through, and the mind was boggled:
`Language Lust of Llandudno seeks a teacher with a DELTA and/or an MA/PHD in Appled Linguistics. You will have an immense capacity to communicate with enthusiasm and energy. You will have the opportunity to earn £100 a week less 97% tax, medical insurance, and accommodation expenses plus food.`
Such people invariably require several sheets of form-filling, before they even consider offering an interview. In the example the duller bits are left out; such as name of applicant. For the artiste among applicants, it`s to be printed out and completed. There`s a prize of being allowed to sit undisturbed in the back bedroom for the length of time it takes to come up with suitable responses:
`Please give details of your education; including dates; girlfriends; pets; eating habits; pubs frequented; parking tickets; bus fares; train journeys outside your normal habitude; certificates; diplomas, and degrees awarded.
Please give details of any previous employment; including dates; names and addresses of employers; phone numbers’ hair and eye color; and children (fostered or adopted); Brazilian hunchbacks, and place of purveyance.
Please give the names of three referees, who have known you since your first skull, and can vouch for the fact that you have never eaten catfish. They cannot be anyone who knows you personally. One of them must be a Japanese business entrepreneur living in Guatemala, with a widely acknowledged speech impediment, and two china giraffes on his mantelpiece in Kyoto.
You must have an International Drivers` License that allows you to drive a) DAFt Trucks, b) menstruation cycles, c) any Hungriuns, d) pre-electric street urchins in Ecuador, e) a red wheelbarrow with white chickens, f) onion bargees, and g) Poe-Land`s Przewalski`s horse. Oh, and please bring a jeep.
In not more than three sides of A4 - or in the space provided - explain why you want to work on a Rushon oil rig in the middle of the Siberian winter sixty miles off the coast for six months without sight or sign of a woman and only the occasional Bolivian.
Please note our dress code. You will be expected to wear the company hat; green and purple with the company`s crest, and a pair of mating hedgehogs. You will also be expected to wear a maroon T-Shirt with the motto OSAMA LIVES. Yeti moon boots are provided. As are our now world famous blue panda Y-fronts and sock package.`
Rejecting the idea of working for any of them; immediately all became rapidly in-box deletions. While maneuvering reverently around the PC in black shorts and a white T-shirt, the résumé kept on a website ‘at this very boutique’ was forwarded to prospective employers. It contained everything from early skull head chuck occasions to employment history, and rare fairies who could be contacted. Each time an e-mail from a wannabe employee was received, jpegs of all degrees; diplomas, and certificates were dispatched together with a fool’s CV. All of the pertinent passport pages as b&w jpgs were forwarded, and a color duplicable jpeg shot of the mug for their inevitable paperwork. The response invariably came back, `Thank you for your résumé. Please complete our attached application form, and be sure to complete the sections on skull head chuck occasions; employment history, and rare fairies who can be contacted.` With all the will in the world it’s as boring as watching treacle hurtling down a wall, which of course is the objective of those praying for b&w `TV` instead of color.
Some institutions require a categorical written statement denying any paedophile inclinations, which of course renders the unemployed redundant for the paedophiles, who’re running the establishment, and is the reason for the demand for an adamant denial. Teaching English to Young Learners (TEYL) courses are a must, because it’s important that the fool’s CV indicates a well-qualified teacher, who will avoid TEYL programs like the plague, so as to avoid paedophiles. Better the TEFL you know, because ‘tale’ in Italian is cunt. Head-hunting with menaces is what head chuck haters endure. If you don’t continue with your application, you`re paedophile identifiable. Long before this point, the monsters have usually been deleted from the in-box as ‘bumf’ written by paedophiles for paedophiles. The ubiquitous `police check` also gets up the nose. Having taught for over 20 years on 3 continents, nowhere has anyone had the bare-faced cheek to accost me as a kid-fucker, and the English make the accusation with every overseas application, because it costs the applicant 75 Jeeps. They`re nothing if not perverted masters of their country’s child sex rings: no one else cared. The English paedophiles explained themselves to justify demanding 75 Jeeps for something the other nations hadn’t thought of, and didn’t want.
It`s a widely held view that a lot of the problems in English society stem from its preconceptions about itself. Homophobia, and paedophilia, are at the top of almost everyone`s police consciousness. Yorkshire skulldays surrounded by thugs of various denominations threatening to administer internal bruising without it being externally discernible suggested that buggers up the ass were bullies’ holiday homes between terms. Teenage years were spent under the cosh of local yokels, who administered such high levels of internal bleeding to steer the bod` out of the orbits of Michelle, or Cynthia, that fretting over being homosexual, while experiencing terrifying paranoias about being a a paedophile, was ambient music so far as brain bruised skullkids were able to determine. At 16! Only in 1994, after experiencing the blessed winds in Hungry at the end of Eastern Newrope`s liberation from the Rushons, was freedom from the `English disease` detectable. Not required to spend every breathing moment pissed in the pub, lamenting the prevalence of child molesting, and queers` spreading AIDS, it was a healing benison to just hang loose, `Well hung, Gary!` Dangling at the end of a rope, neck snapped, the jism would finally be seen as a ‘damned spot’2 outed on the jeans.
Teaching skullkids in places as diverse as Rusher; Pseudi Yarubeer; Omoan; Hungry, and Poe-Land where the horror stories of Edgar Allen Poe have to be very popular, because there`re adults, the well-traveled teacher sees people for what they are: dangerous psychopaths. They can destroy your career with a word to their nearest councilor. Representatives of the Jizzy Ra Academy in Riyald, said `Never be alone in a classroom with a student.` In Pseudi Yarubeer they were all boys, and the advice from management was cogent. All-male classes are something of a trap for Westerners. Being propositioned on the street by men is something you also have to get used to. After a while, without women to distract your mind in the classroom too, young boys became engaging; if not attractive. You find yourself wondering if they are being deliberately alluring, because fathering misogyny and pederasty`s paedophiliacs is what Yarubeer`s culture seems for.
Similarly, at a Collage of Head Chuck Occasions in Rustidiq, Omoan, where classes were mixed, with boys on one side and girls on the other, the `keepers of the gloom’3 instructed, `Don`t be found alone in a room with a female stud`nt, and always keep the door open; especially if there are only female stud`nts in the room.` Simple advice, and designed to ensure that heterosexuality is firmly stamped out. Although careers have allegedly been wrecked by young female students` poisonous accusations after receiving their much deserved 40% grade, rather than the 75% they demanded. Coming with their test papers or essays, and coquettishly remarking they thought the grade `too low`, would the teacher care to spend some time with their family at the Wadi, where they lived, with its waterfalls to bathe in, and mountains of fruit on the trees of the valley`s slopes? Much as standing underwater having `forbidden fruit` appeals, giving accurate grades is what puts only bread on the table, and that’s what the homosexuals rely on.
English language teaching (ELT) is primarily about `observation` for trainee teachers, and Practicum was a part of my duties in Rustidiq. Because of the implied trust of employers, as well as local skulls and central head chuck occasion authorities, going with the young women aged 18 + to classes was a paedophile`s dream. Arriving early for an informal chat over tea and biscuits with the headmistress, the TEFL`s crew from Rustidiq went outside into the quad, where the stud`nt bods (about 4’) gathered in their uniforms of brown knee-length burkhas and trousers, with a blue headscarf tied tightly about their chins, and wrapped tightly about their ears; so that they couldn`t hear or speak. Upon hearing the strains of the skull song, it was hardly surprising they wore the headscarf. Some institutions play their skull song on a cassette, and the kids sing along. However, at other places are the full musical ensemble of drums; wind instruments, and brass of a variety and design that, peculiarly Yarubean, is reminiscent of the sound of a well hung tomcat, and with all the amplification, woofer and tweet, of a KIϟϟ concert.
Checking the schedule, and beginning the less than onerous task of visiting lessons to give marks on the performance check list during the course of observations, the girls, naturally nervous, would endeavor to speak wholly in English although, if they were alone with their stud`nts, they`d doubtless use a good deal of Yarupric. Displaying their realia, a few pictures collected on their journey to becoming skullteachers from a variety of borderline acceptable joints resplendent with forbidden, that is, ‘haraam’ items, like Nuddy In Boyland by Anus Plonit, or the ever-popular pencil sharpeners featuring pictures of Toby, the Satanic New Intochains cartoon, etc., blue-tacking to the board their magazine pics of red London buses, or busby-wearing English sentries, the trainees paraded their atrocious spelling for the edification of the onlooker. At torment`s end, a written assessment was given, with suggestions about what to do to improve their teaching skills. Usually, comments were made about, ‘The need to use the board more.’ Something professionals avoid like sulphuric acid being hurled by irate students. The deployment of realia, pronunciation and/or spelling is also undeservedly criticized. With a sheet to complete, a ten point list of what’s attainable for the trainee carried ten marks:
Skull # 347
Dress code (is the teacher appropriately dressed so that only her eyes can be nearly seen?)
Speech (is the teacher audible beneath the stud`nts` headscarves or must she shout louder?)
Writing (are the handwritten squiggles and burps of the teacher clearly visible to the stud`nts at the rear of the classroom?)
Classroom control (is the teacher employing her whip efficiently?)
Class Participation (is the teacher hovering over the stud`nts enough; in case their parents are rich and successful members of the local police force and/or military?)
Pronunciation (make sure the teacher is neither making clicking noises with her tongue or making ululating screamy noises in her throat, as is the way of Yarubean women when speaking with their daughters normally)
Reading (does the teacher give the stud`nts enough time to look at the pictures in the books, so that they can puzzle away at the meanings of the alien inscriptions for a sufficient period to exhaust them and leave them with a growing sense of failing to achieve anything in a foreign language spoken by infidel dogs?)
Is enough time being given to the importance of the wrapping and unwrapping of the headscarf defiantly in front of the teacher?
Communication (are the teacher`s hand signals understandable to everyone excluding the observer?)
Visual aids (are the pictures and realia used by the teacher `Slammeric in content and cannot be said to not feature Jennifer Aniston in any way whatsoever?)
In Poe-Land`s Lęgpork the stud`nts suggested that I marry one of their ‘numbers’. Anya was 14. They were serious, `She is for you,` one older girl told me. `You can press your suit,` I was informed by another less definably mature 15 year old. While teaching at summer skull in Bolyiregs, Rusher, a young girl came at 10. 00 pm to knock at the bedroom door. Claiming to `know what I wanted to do`, she explained, `There are two of us.’ Okay, fine. Condoms were also thoughtfully provided by the Rushon administrators in a drawer of the bedroom. There aren’t any legal age for sex rules in Rushon. However, English conditioning says otherwise, so was the teacher wrong to close the door haplessly and go back to sleep?
Working at Secondary Skulls in Hungry, for example, Tonachicks Mihály (emblematic revolutionary figurehead of the Jamjar’s 1884 uprising against the Hapless Umpire) and Serpent Tall (novelist who wrote 1937`s Jobbies By Moonlight), the boys were fiercely disinterested, while the girls practiced their universal art of quiet invisibility while burgeoning, which helped to take the mind off being ineffectual. When it comes to teaching youngsters, it`s about treading on their toes. If you can avoid leaving their skulls without breaking their metacarpals, they`ll allow you to give them giving them something to do. Paranoid bureaucrats demanding you condemn child molesting in writing taints the ambition.
Phone interviews can be fun. It`s rare for UK based employer looking to place a teacher in the Muddle East not to ask if the candidate is a junkie paedophile:
A: `Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? I`m having problems with my end.`
B: `I`m sorry to hear that. I don`t think there`s anything I can do from here.`
A: `Could you shout very loudly. Lung busting screams if you can. I can barely hear above a whisper.`
A: `A bit louder please. I want to record this and play it back to a sixteen member panel of mixed cultured ELT professionals before we can make any kind of decision.`
B: `The ball was in!`
A: `What? Speak up. The line is a poor one. I can see your face on the webcam quite clearly though. Are you of Asian descent?`
B: `No, I`m a tennis umpire from Wimbledon.`
A: `Wimbledon, eh? That`s interesting.`
A: `Tell me, to begin with. Why do you want to work in Pseudi Yarubeer?`
A: `Yes I see. You can buy honey in the local supermarkets here. You`re aware of the cultural differences and the need to be polite and respectful at all times?`
B: `Yes, I avoid speaking in glowing terms about the flavorsomeness of bacon and, when I see my employers and the stud`nts kneeling in prayer to Allah, I refrain from chanting ‘Bums in the air, bums in the air; haven`t got a prayer, bums in the air.’’
A: `Very good. Cultural sensitivity is of paramount concern in the Muddle East; as you know. What with all that oil money and rabid radicalism.`
B: `I always convert to the `Slammer immediately on arrival and take the nearest bus to Mecar in order to perform Um-er [walking seven times counter-clockwise around the temple of Amaninabra].`
A: `So you are Muzzlem?`
B: `No, I am an ELT professional.`
A: `Okay, let`s press on. How would you teach a class of adults uncountable nouns?`
B: `I`m a great believer in realia, so I always buy bread, sugar and milk before this type of serious confrontation with grammatical consistency. I show them `a loaf of bread`, then I cut off a slice and show them `a slice of bread` before explaining that bread is uncountable but we can count `a loaf` and `a slice` of (uncountable) bread. Then I pour sugar on their heads followed by milk and explain that you can`t count that either. I call it `class participation`.`
A: `How do you introduce them to `some` and `any`?`
B: `I explain that `any` is used in questions or negatives but that `some` is used in all other cases; both with multiples of countables as well as uncountables and hubbabubbles. I then give them examples, which I sedulously scribble onto the wipe board for upwards of forty-five minutes at a stretch; so that the stud`nts can throw things at each other behind my back and ignore a full and comprehensibububibble knowledge of the lexic.`
A: `Do you have any questions for me, before we conclude?`
B: `How much would I expect to pay for toothpaste in Riyald?`
A: `About 500 Pseudi Yarubean Riyals.`
B: `Thank you. Quite cheap then?`
A: `Oh, absolutely. That concludes our interview. Goodbye.`
SMS interviews with the wavers of the little read book of Red Shyness` Mao Satan are always ennervatingly maddening, because of the tininess of the phone keys, and the false expectation in the mind of the user that it`s in fact possible to type out messages with them:
U work her#?
U good teach is?
Yes. Very good.
We like u cv.
How u teech uncle own table nuns?
With a sliced loaf.
How lung u stay?
1 or 2 years.
Will come to the wavers of Mao Satan`s little read book in Red Shyness`?
Having already agreed to work in Morocco, lying is sometimes what has to be done. Jobs fall through, and a fall back position is needed. Red Shyness` wavers of Mao Satan`s little read book always ask the teacher to pay return airfare, which they`ll refund at the end of the contract. However, that`s about 1000 US $ needed as spare cash, before even a thought can be given to applying, and then it’s necessary to pay for a medical, which means going to see the Suicide Squad at Harley Street, London, where (hopefully) a paid for visa awaits issue from Marvel Studios’ baseball-bat wielder, Harley Quinn, although Margot Robbie’d do.
After spending six weeks in London awaiting a Pseudi visa since returning from Sudan with 4, 000 US $ from six months’ slavery, it was Harley’s again. Forced to lash out the cash at the point of a baseball bat for a room at South Ken’s Collagen Implant stud`nt hostel, a stroll over to gape at the recently constructed Chelsea football ground`s porcupine seemed called for. Blinking in willed touristy wonderment at the nearby Albert Hall, and from a vantage point across the road beside the architectural question mark to God that`s the Albert Memorial, it isn`t any compensation for the absence of the money needed to cushion a fall when there are no jobs to be had for the TEFL`s crew; or wherewithal to keep a roof. London scenery is uplifting: but not if you`re sleeping in it.
1 1885-90; short for bumfodder (toilet paper) https://www.dictionary.com/browse/bumf .
2 Lady Macbeth in William Shakespeare, MacBeth, Act V, Scene ii, l. 25, 1606.
3 Page, Jimmy, and Robert Plant ‘The Rain Song’, verse ii, Led Zeppelin, Houses Of The Holy, Swan Song, 1973.
`Curioser and Curioser` thought the white rabbit when he saw this street sign in downtown Budapest. It`s the street where curios can be bought (utca means `street` in Hungarian) and I was searching for another curiosity; a currency exchange kiosk where Saudi Arabian riyals can be changed for the local stuff. I`d changed 99% of mine - after being there for a year in 2010 - to the ever-acceptable US dollar. My plane had stopped over in Cairo on the way back to Europe from Riyadh. I had a 500 SAR note leftover, however, that was slightly torn and disdainfully rejected by the proprietor of the change booth in Cairo who, however, had been more than happy with the other 20,000 US $ he`d gleaned. I was running low on cash having just bought a property and so off I`d gone into the tourist haunts to find my Arab `contact`. `For the Haj,` I showed him the bill. He brought out his calculator and, pushing a few times, read back to me `20,000.` I cheerfully handed over the riyals. He`d given 40 per riyal and the exchange rate is about 54 according to the currency converter on the internet site that I use. But where else was I going to get riyals converted in Budapest? Nowhere. 20,000 HUF is about seventy English pounds. I wasn`t dissatisfied.
Arabs across Europe collect SAR like gold dust, so they can give it to their relatives or friends for the pilgrimage every Muslim is bound to undertake to the centre of their religion, the Ka`baa or temple of Abraham in Saudi Arabia`s Mecca. I was recovering, as it were, from a sojourn in the sun, and looking for a summer school job to give me breathing space financially before recruitment began in earnest in August. I had about forty e-mails from language schools in England to read through and my mind was becoming boggled. Here`s a sample; my italics:
`Language Lust of Llandudno seeks a teacher with a DELTA and/or an MA/PHD in Applied Linguistics. You will have an immense capacity to communicate with enthusiasm and energy. You will have the opportunity to earn £100 a week less 97% tax, medical insurance, and accommodation expenses plus food.`
These people invariably require several sheets of form-filling before they even consider offering you an interview. Here`s an example. I leave out the duller bits such as what name you should put as the applicant. For the artiste among you, you may print it out and complete. There`s a prize of being allowed to sit undisturbed in the back bedroom for the length of time it takes to come up with suitable responses.
Please give details of your education, including dates, girlfriends, pets, eating habits, pubs frequented, parking tickets, bus fares, train journeys outside your normal habitude, certificates, diplomas, and degrees awarded.
Please give details of any previous employment, including dates, names and addresses of employers, phone numbers, hair and eye colour, children (fostered or adopted), Brazilian hunchbacks, and place of purveyance.
Please give the names of three referees who have known you since primary school and can vouch for the fact that you have never eaten catfish. They cannot be anyone who knows you personally. One of them must be a Japanese business entrepeneur living in Guatemala with a widely acknowledged speech impediment and two china giraffes on his mantelpiece in Kyoto.
You must have an International Drivers` License that allows you to drive a) DAFt Trucks, b) menstruation cycles, c) any Hungarian, d) pre-electric street urchins in Ecuador, e) a red wheelbarrow with white chickens, f) onion bargees, and g) Poland`s Przewalski`s horse. Oh, and please bring a jeep.
In not more than three sides of A4 - or in the space provided - explain why you want to work on a Russian oil rig in the middle of the Siberian winter sixty miles off the coast for six months without sight or sign of a woman and only the occasional Bolivian.
Please note our dress code. You will be expected to wear the company hat, green and purple with the company`s crest, a pair of mating hedgehogs. You will also be expected to wear a maroon T-Shirt with the motto OSAMA LIVES. Yeti moon boots are provided. As are our now world famous blue panda y-fronts and sock package.
I rejected the idea of working for any of them immediately and rapidly deleted all from my in-box. I have my resumée on a website and always forward it to prospective employers. It contains everything from early school education to employment history and referees. Each time I receive an e-mail from a wannabe employee, I send jpegs of all of my degrees, diplomas and certificates, together with my full CV and even greater detail in respect of my education and work history, jpegs of all the pertinent pages of my passport in both black and white, and a colour duplicable jpeg of me for their inevitable paperwork. The response invariably comes back: `Thank you for your resumée. Please complete our attached application form, and be sure to complete the sections on school education, employment history and referees.` With all the will in the world this bores me like treacle on a wall.
The other thing is the declaration. I`ve encountered some institutions who will require you to state categorically in writing that you are not a paedophile. It`s like head-hunting with menaces. Clearly if you do not continue with your application you`re a paedophile. Long before this point I`ve usually deleted the monsters from my in-box. In my opinion a lot of this bumf is written by paedophiles for paedophiles. I make no further comment. The ubiquitous `police check` also gets up my nose. I`ve been teaching for 16 years now and nowhere I`ve been across the globe has anyone the bare-faced cheek to accost me as a possible criminal. The English are nothing if not masters of the paranoiac fantasy.
In my view a lot of the problems in English society stem from its preconceptions about itself. Homophobia and paedophilia are at the top of almost everyone`s (bullying) consciousness was my own understanding from my schooldays in Yorkshire. I spent most of my teenage years under the cosh from the local yokels and fretting about whether I was homosexual or not while feeling terrifying paranoias lest the people around me thought I was a paedophile. At 16! It wasn`t until I experienced the blessed winds of the then recently liberated Eastern Europe (`94) that I began to free myself of the `English disease` and became a part of a loving relationship that didn`t demand I spend all my time pissed in the pub lamenting the prevalence of AIDS` spreading by `queers`, child molesting, and enjoying the democratic inviolability that comes from being white, Christian, and therefore an accepted `mouthpiece` for racial bigotry, misogyny and sexism.
I`ve taught schoolchildren in places as diverse as Russia, Saudi Arabia, Oman, Hungary and Poland. Kids. The well-travelled teacher sees them for what they are: dangerous. They can destroy your career with a word to their nearest counsellor. At the Al-Jazeera International Academy in Riyadh I was told `never be alone in a classroom with a child`. The `children` I got to teach in Saudi Arabia were all boys, and the advice from management was wise. All-male classes are something of a trap for Westerners. Being propositoned on the street by men is something you also have to get used to. After a while, without women to distract your mind in the classroom too, young boys become engaging; if not attractive. You find yourself wondering if they`re being deliberately alluring.
Similarly, in Oman`s College of Education in Rustaq where classes were mixed, boys on one side and girls on the other: `Don`t be found alone in a room with a female student and always keep the door open if there are female students in the room,` I was told. Simple advice but essential. Careers have been wrecked by young women making poisonous accusations because they got 40% instead of the 75% they`d aimed at. Often they`d come to me with their test papers or essays and coquettishly remark that they thought the mark `too low` and how would I like to spend some time with them and their family at the wadi where they lived with its waterfalls to bathe in and mountains of fruit on the trees of the valley`s slopes? Much as I`d love to stand under the water and eat forbidden fruit, I have to pay my way and giving accurate grades is how I earn my corn.
It was usually about `observation` and a job I genuinely loved, not least because of the honour and prestige I felt it bestowed upon me and the implied trust of my employers as well as the local and central education authorities. I`d go with the - mainly young women aged around 18 - to watch them give classes in the region`s primary schools. We`d arrive early and have an informal chat over tea and biscuits with the headmistress before going outside into the quadrangle (Omani schools are all constructed along the same lines, quad in the centre and buildings in a square around it) where the student body (all girls about four foot high) would be gathered in their uniforms of brown knee-length abiyah and trousers, and blue headscarf tied tightly about their cute chins and wrapped tightly about their cute ears so that they couldn`t hear or speak. Hardly surprising that they wore the headscarf, I thought when I heard the strains of the school song. At some institutions they play it on a cassette and the children sing along to that, but at other places you get the full musical ensemble of drums, wind instruments, and brass - of a variety and design that, peculiarly Arabian, sounds like a cat being castrated with all the amplification, woofer and tweet of a KIϟϟ concert.
After that I`d check my schedule and begin the less than onerous task of visiting lessons and giving marks for performance that I wrote on my check list during the course of my observations. The girls, naturally nervous, would endeavour to speak wholly in English although, I knew, if they were alone with their students they`d probably use a good deal of Arabic. They`d display their realia, a few pictures they`d collected from different borderline forbidden places on their journey to become schoolteachers, by blue-tacking them to the board, and they`d parade their ofttimes bad spelling for the edification of the onlookers. At the end of each session I`d give them their written assessment and make suggestions about what they should do to improve their skills. Usually I made some comments about the need to use the board more (something I myself avoid like the plague), deploy more realia, or improve on their pronunciation and/or spelling. I had a sheet to complete also, a ten point list of attainments that carried ten marks each for the attainees. It looked something like this.
School # 347
Dress code (is the teacher appropriately dressed so that only her eyes can be nearly seen?)
Speech (is the teacher audible beneath the students` headscarves or must she shout louder?)
Writing (are the handwritten squiggles and burps of the teacher clearly visible to the students at the rear of the classroom?)
Classroom control (is the teacher employing her whip efficiently?)
Class Participation (is the teacher hovering over the students enough, in case their parents are rich and successful members of the local police force?
Pronunciation (make sure the teacher is neither making clicking noises with her tongue or making ululating screamy noises in her throat, as is the way of Arab women when speaking with their daughters normally)
Reading (does the teacher give the students enough time to look at the pictures in the books so that they can puzzle away at the meanings of the alien inscriptions for a sufficient period to exhaust them and leave them with a growing sense of failure or achievement?)
Is enough time being given to the importance of the wrapping and unwrapping of the headscarf defiantly in front of the teacher?
Communication (are the teacher`s handsignals understandable to everyone excluding the observer?)
Visual aids (are the pictures and realia used by the teacher Islamic in content and do not feature Jennifer Aniston in any way whatsoever?)
In Poland`s Lębork the students suggested that I marry one of their number. Anya was 14. They were serious. `She is for you,` one older girl told me. `You can press your suit,` I was informed by another less definably mature 15 year old. While teaching at Summer School in Beloretsk, Russia, I had a young girl come knocking on my door at around 10.00 PM claiming to `know what I wanted to do` and that `there are two of us`. Okay, fine. Condoms were also thoughtfully provided by the Russian administrators in a drawer in my bedroom. There is no rule in Russia about the legal age for sex. But one`s conditioning says otherwise, and am I wrong to close the door haplessly and go back to sleep?
In Hungary I worked at two secondary schools, Táncsics Mihály (emblematic revolutionary figurehead of the Magyar`s 1848 uprising against the Hapsburg Empire) and Szerb Antal (novelist who wrote - English title - Journey By Moonlight, 1937), in tandem. The boys were fiercely disinterested and the girls were practising their universal art of quiet invisibility while burgeoning beautifully. That helped to take my mind off my ineffectuality as an ELT professional. Frankly, when it comes to teaching youngsters it`s about not treading on their toes and giving them something to do. That`s all. Paranoid bureaucrats demanding you condemn child molesting in writing kind of taints the ambition.
Phone interviews can be fun. I had one recently for a job in the Middle East and I wasn`t asked by the UK based employer if I was a junkie paedophile. Here`s how it went.
A: `Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? I`m having problems with my end.`
B: `I`m sorry to hear that. I don`t think there`s anything I can do from here.`
A: `Could you shout very loudly. Lung busting screams if you can. I can barely hear above a whisper.`
A: `A bit louder please. I want to record this and play it back to a sixteen member panel of mixed cultured ELT professionals before we can make any kind of decision.`
B: `The ball was in!`
A: `What? Speak up. The line is a poor one. I can see your face on the webcam quite clearly though. Are you of Asian descent?`
B: `No, I`m a tennis umpire from Wimbledon.`
A: `Wimbledon, eh? That`s interesting.`
A: `Tell me, to begin with. Why do you want to work in Saudi Arabia?`
A: `Yes I see. You can buy honey in the local supermarkets here. You`re aware of the cultural differences and the need to be polite and respectful at all times?`
B: `Yes, I avoid speaking in glowing terms about the flavoursomeness of bacon and, when I see my employers and the students kneeling in prayer to Allah, I refrain from chanting `Bums in the air, bums in the air; haven`t got a prayer, bums in the air`.`
A; `Very good. Cultural sensitivity is of paramount concern in the Middle East, as you know. What with all that oil money and rabid radicalism.`
B: `I always convert to Islam immediately on arrival and take the nearest bus to Mecca in order to perform Umrah [walking seven times counter-clockwise around the temple of Abraham].`
A: `So you are Muslim?`
B: `No, I am an ELT professional.`
A: `Okay, let`s press on. How would you teach a class of adults uncountable nouns?`
B: `I`m a great believer in realia, so I always buy bread, sugar and milk before this type of serious confrontation with grammatical consistency.
I show them `a loaf of bread`, then I cut off a slice and show them `a slice of bread` before explaining that bread is uncountable but we can count `a loaf` and `a slice` of (uncountable) bread. Then I pour sugar on their heads followed by milk and explain that you can`t count that either. I call it `class participation`.`
A: `How do you introduce them to `some` and `any`?`
B: `I explain that `any` is used in questions or negatives but that `some` is used in all other cases, both with multiples of countables as well as uncountables and hubbabubbles. I then give them examples which I sedulously scribble onto the wipeboard for upwards of forty-five minutes at a stretch so that the students can throw things at each other behind my back and ignore a full and comprehensibububibble knowledge of the lexic.`
A: `Do you have any questions for me, before we conclude?`
B: `How much would I expect to pay for toothpaste in Riyadh?`
A: `About 500 Saudi Arabian Riyals.`
B: `Thank you. Quite cheap then?`
A: `Oh, absolutely. That concludes our interview. Goodbye.`
I also had an interview with China by SMS which is always ennervatingly maddening because of the tininess of the phone keys and the false expectation in the mind of the user that it is in fact possible to type out messages with them. It went like this.
U work her#?
U good teach is?
Yes. Very good.
We like u cv.
How u teech uncle own table nuns?
With a sliced loaf.
How lung u stay?
1 or 2 years.
Will come to China?
I`d already agreed to work in Morocco actually, but sometimes this is what you must do. Jobs fall through and you have to have a fall back position. China always asks you to pay your own return airfare and they`ll refund at the end of your contract, but that`s about 1000 US $ you need to have as spare cash before you can even think of applying, then you have to pay for a medical, and go to London for a (hopefully paid for) visa from their Embassy. I once spent six weeks in London awaiting a Saudi visa after being in Sudan where I`d saved 4,000 US $ in six months. Not much change out of that after living at the Imperial College London`s student hostel in South Kensington for a month and a half! Strolling over to gape at the recent construction of Chelsea football ground`s Wembley-esque `porcupine`, or blinking in willed touristy wonderment at the nearby Albert Hall from a vantage point across the road beside the architectural question mark to God that is the Albert Memorial: it isn`t any compensation for the money that you need to cushion your fall when there are no jobs to be had and you didn`t have the wherewithal to put a roof over your head. Scenery is uplifting, but not if you have to sleep in Kensington Gardens.
Is Ted Knacky Coccus Really Ted?
The ELT master of gnomic utterances, cursing subvocally, saw the fourteenth stud`nt out of eighteen go off in the direction of their avowed destination, the toilet, and wondered how he`d been Skyped into this. Recruiter, Jim Pederathty of Thki Rocketing, said there wath a bed for me. However, his pronunciation hadn’t been understandable. Most male Yarubean stud`nts wear the white dress length shirt they call a thob. Observing them going to the loo, walking hand in hand, the mind wandered to thinking about Jim`s instructions about living amongst men wearing white dressing gowns; as if it were the hotel bathroom, and they were on their way to bed.
If it`s a thob thtory, thob bathroom made more thenth, came the thought, and Jim Pederathty of Thky ith a ped`. However, at leatht the hotel I was thtaying in had a bathroom as well. Newly Skyped, the video-phone medium hadn’t been met with earlier in the career of an ELT `victim`, so it’s functioning hadn’t been understood. Having never met anyone who`d Skyped me as a recruiter, peering into darkly lit scenes, on the other end of a webcam, is supposedly a step up from perennial requests for photos of the teacher before the interview. Skyped in Triple ‘E’, Livya, because a recruiter, hiding somewhere in the murky depths of a simulated office, warbling innocently about the immense enthusiasm of the kindergartners, needing a teacher for Science and Maths, politely ignored describing the tinderbox atmosphere of downtown Triple ‘E’, where of an afternoon, held at gunpoint for a few seconds before, sidestepping with alacrity, the would-be murderers and stealers of a mobile phone were cheerily waved gently away. It seemed Jim Pederasty of Ski Rocketing had Skyped to inveigle me to journey to Africa`s leading war zone to steal my phone. After a week civil war broke out in Bunghazi and, though hotfooted out of Livya, it’d seemed a place to want to live.
Skyped again by `head hunting` Yarubs, and invited to London by careful text messaging, at 10. 00 am a flight with a ticket bought online in Buttapes was agreed. About to close my `in-box`, a quick scan of the `spam box` followed, and a further e-mail from Jim Pederasty discovered sent at around 2.30 pm. Hiding amongst the mail to be deleted, it informed of an interview that wouldn`t now be taking place.
Changing name by deed poll, from Dr Rusher to Dr Rasher, so to be welcome at the pagan BBQs, degrees and TEFL certificate had the original name. Boarding the plane as a Rasher, Rusher, whose certificates had been perused by e-mail, wouldn`t arrive. It seemed the plan was to not have me arrive, but to send an e-mail to my spam box, cancelling, which would manage the disappearance. Unable to make it to Terminaled 1 airport departure lounge at Fairy Head, Buttapes, the `big smoke` would snuff the ELT journalist as a terminal annoyance.
Pseuds would later lure a fellow journo, Jamal Khashoggi, to their consulate in Turkey, Istanbul, where he’d be required to remove earphones, and stop listening to music of his own that others could only guess at the seditious purposelessness of: ‘… a recording from the writer's Apple Watch capturing the moment he was allegedly dragged into a study to be drugged and butchered.’1 Though reportedly trying to comply, Jamal was torn apart by 15 Muzzlems with chainsaws wearing the earphones, and listening to what nature loving US’ writer, Henry David Thoreau, described in his conclusion to Walden (1854), ‘the beat of a different drum’,2 so underlining the Kondom’s zero tolerance of MP3 players, where the use of Walkmen is expected to be made forbidden to any but the most senior political figurines, who were in a bit of a jam.
Beginning to suspect that Jim Pederasty of Ski Rocketing was what it was hoped he wasn’t, being offered `peds` all over a beer, some new rope, and a free car, seemed the order of the day for those being scalped by the red Indians, and Skyped by the ELT cowboys. In a last slope up to the ski lodge for those saddle sore imparters of knowledge, the TEFL`s crew, told they were the intelligent operators, behind the lines of other nations, by our training providers on government schemes devised to obtain cheap spies, the TEFL`s crew were being liquidated by MI6, and its friends abroad, because they had outlived their usefulness, and were becoming an embarrassment of riches.
Teaching foreigners how to learn English wasn`t on the agenda of Her Majesty`s Foreign Office, because `apples and pears` idiom might be learnt. To the `big smoke`, men in dark sunglasses, holding hands, and wearing the traditional thob, might ask where the `khazi` was, and know what it implied. Used as a euphemism for `toilet`, khazi derives from Italian, ‘casa’, and means brothel. Not exactly thob bathroom in Bunghazi, though a small enough world for an ELT professional to be murdered in.
Skyped to Livya and out of it was to be relieved of the fracas in Bunghazi, which had ensued after the rise of ISIS during the Crazy Golf wars. US’ President George W. Bush`s open-ended declaration of a `War On Terror` in 2003 sought the support of ‘Vlad’ Puttin’. It was hoped that Puttin’ could be dissuaded from following in the steps of namestake, Prince Vlad Dracul (1428/31-1476/7), ‘the impaler’ of Eastern Europe’s Wallachia, who’d been the draco that put in the hearts of his enemies wooden stakes. Obviously, Puttin’ didn’t yet have too many stakes in the region, while the refusal of the burkha women to be burgered continued to thwart the men of the ‘serpent’s seed`, who were determined to relaunch the ‘biological weapon’ of HIV/AIDS’ plague from the women’s poison sacs. A thob story of ‘blood drinkers’ in black and white, the ‘red dragon’ was having its fangs pulled.
The Yarubeans have serious problems in distinguishing their bs from their ps. Of course, it wasn’t so serious as the writer with the lithp, who was relating his thob thtory about the purkha women, and how it was that purk was ‘haraam’, that is, forbidden, so was eaten clandestinely. The civil uprising in Bumkhazi was clearly a publisher`s dispute over Livya’s writer. ‘English’ had been using khazi as a term for WC since the Britis' experience of dysentery there in WWII. Consequently, Livya’d been invaded by EATO to make sure that, for a Muttawah or more, remaining in ‘the smallest room in the house`, rather than the kennel, the muzzled peoples could learn about how everyone should wash their hands in the morning, before and after meals, and when going to bed, which was why the Yarubeans were always seen in their dressing gowns. They didn’t have time to get dressed, and so escape from thob ath's room.
In ancient times the Greeks enslaved the host wombs of women to spread their contagion of war to nearby city states, such as Troy, where they feigned friendship with the gift of a huge hollow wooden horse that the Trojans took into their city, and the Greeks emerged to enslave the host wombs of the women to spread their boy sons further. Although HIV/AIDS, ‘the incurable killer disease’ transmitted by homosexuals as a ‘biological weapon’ in pederasty's 'TV' wars against 'woman's seed', wasn't discovered by DR Congo in Africa until 1983, homosexuality for the spread of war's contagions was institutionalized by the ancient Greeks. Dr Congo had discovered that the human immune deficiency virus (HIV) derived from the simian immune deficiency virus (SIV), which was transmitted by homosexuals mixing blood, shit and semen in the anus. The acquired immune deficiency syndrome (AIDS) resulted in that collapse of bodily organs and brain death which had become the paradigm of the late 20th century. Just as 'Trojans' were the term for 'bad machine code' created to kill machine brains that could have helped the lisping, and lame-brained humans, to get their footrace further than the moon, so 9/11’s terrorist attack on the WTC had been ‘rough trade’, that is, homosexuality in pederasty’s attempt to spread its virus of war, so ensuring that the yellow cab continued to make its living at airports, which would have less significance if the human race had left for the stars, rather than spend so much money on asking its superhero, Beer Man, to insult the flag of the Brafit M’Mumhad, the Al Uqab, and B1.
EATO`s invasion of Livya to assist the rebels` removal of Colonel Gadaffi from power in 2011 was a further spreading of pederasty`s poisons, and the emergence of HIV/AIDS from the Italian `casa`, which philologists cited as an alternative source for the khazi of London English’s 'big smoke', suggested the boys & pen would be producing writing that was ‘up to snuff’3 in Livya. Jim Pederasty of Ski Rocketing was likely privy, so arriving at Goballs No Leech infants` skull lock-up, it wasn’t a surprise to find that mine was the kennel.
Obviously the terrorist attack on the World Trade Centre in New York city was designed to reinforce global `rough trade` for those with cash to spend on luring boys and teachers to the bathroom, so they could reestablish pederasty and war in the Greek style, and write the sequel to the Hollywood `blockbuster` movie, World Trade Centre (2005), so further poisoning the globe with action tales of the boys & Bumkhazi, which would surely shortly be appearing on the ‘pig screen' in Hollywood, 'Babylon', as EATO celebrated another nail in the door of the smaller boys` room, `Mi casa es sue casa.`4
The grande guignol phrase for recruitment operations used to be the salubrious term, `head hunting`, although tiny passport size photos don`t now seem enough for those who`ve experienced being Skyped by video conferencers like Jim Pederasty, who wants to work your ass until you’re brain dead. Receiving a call from Ted Knacky Coccus, who Skyped me into believing in the existence of employment in a Thai studio for `language learning`, a tie had seemed appropriate headgear. Becoming uneasy at the odd webcam angles, and the furtive scrutiny from the tiny camera of the laptop, it was clearly a ‘snuff tin’ lure. Suspecting being targeted by the `big smoke` in London's English, it didn't want my pupils to know the meaning of the words, `Using the John`.
Jim Pederasty was the instrument they`d chosen for teacher`s `snuff ` so it was off to Phucket, an Island South West of Thailand. Recollecting the book, The Land That Time Forgot (1918), a nervous glance at the wristwatch betrayed the fear that time would soon have forgotten me. Less than a pinch of snuff, or a puff of even smaller caliber, I’d be a victim, like ‘Jam’, of pederasty and war`s devouring of those who ‘knew too much’.
Written by Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Land That Time Forgot, was rewritten as a 1975 screenplay by Britis’ science fiction writer, Michael Moorcock, before being remade in 2009 with the premise that better quality picture is an excuse for more of the same `cock and bull` story,5 and where ‘cock’ precedes the falling of the hammer onto the rear of the shell in the gun causing the gunpowder to ignite and propel the bullet towards its target, while the ‘bull’ is the lie that the woman is being defended from the `snuff movie` makers, who’re only interested in more cock, as Moorcock himself acknowledged in his novel, Behold The Man (1969), 'Religion was the creation of fear.’6
Movie remakes of pederasty and war`s `action` represent a preference for `cock and bull` stories about male heroism, so a repeated refusal to improve mental health through screenwriters who could indicate a new direction, because they aren`t interested in repeating contagion. US’ support for Iraq’s dictator, Saddam Hussein, from 1979 against Iran's religious dictator, Ayatollah Khomeini, after his deposing of the Shah, and for Afghanistan's notoriously misogynist Taliban, which harbored Osama Ben Laden, the Saudi Arabian leader of the terrorist group, Al Qaeda, resulted in 9/11 and the Crazy Golf wars. The Hollywood, 'Babylon', movie industry had repeated the action drama formula long enough for the disease to accept the contract.
In the movie, The Land That Time Forgot (1975), the heroine, Lisa, is Briti’ actress Susan Penhaligon, who’s `improved` by Anya Benton in The Land That Time Forgot (2009), although the plot’s unimproved, because it constitutes Western civilization`s institutionalized repetition of its refusal to abandon its `cock and bull` story, which is that men want to end pederasty and its attendant contagions. Though Lisa twice arouses the penis, it`s `cock and bull`, because misogyny’s objective is to give women as much ‘tonsil hammer' as it can to prevent ‘woman’s seed’ from saying any more about itself than actor, John Wayne, in the film, The Greatest Story Ever Told (1965), ‘Surely, this was the snuff god.’ (Matt: 27, 54) She’sus’ apocryphal reply remains largely unrecorded, although most observers still alive today, and arguing amongst themselves as to who is the most veracious, suggest, ‘Uh!’ In pederasty women are only for enslaving as a `host` womb for the parasitical virus to spread its contagion further. Male writers' stories are `cock and bull` for `snuff movie` makers, and action heroes are the guns that snuff out the life of 'woman's seed' in the slaving of her ignorance.
Saddam Hussein could see the ruins of the ancient capital of the Persian Empire, Babylon (c. 4000 B.C.), from his summer palace at Hillah, and the ‘action’ of Hollywood, ‘Babylon’, is to retard development, rather than develop: ‘Mystery, Babylon the great, mother of harlots and of the abominations of the Earth.’ (Rev: 17. 5) In the `big smoke` of London's English, `cokenei` means `baby boy`, because ‘snuff’, which is ground tobacco, was originally coke, that is, cocaine, and cigarettes are symbols of women’s penis being smoked. Consequently, cockneys are snuff millers, which is what their children are for. Although ‘john’ is US’ slang for the khazi, and the user of whores, England's symbol, ‘John Bull', is still the central heroic figure at the heart of misanthropy.
1 Lockett, Jon ‘CARVED UP ALIVE Saudi kill squad ‘cut off journalist Jamal Khashoggi’s fingers one by one and dissolved body parts in acid’, The Sun, October 17, 2018, 12. 38 pm, https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/7514904/jamal-khashoggi-saudi-arabia-body-parts-acid/ ,
2 Thoreau, Henry David, ‘Conclusion’, Walden, 1854.
3 ‘US informal; as good as it should be: of an acceptable standard’, “The phone system just wasn't up to snuff”,’ Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary & Thesaurus, Cambridge University Press, https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/up-to-snuff .
4 `My home is your home`, https://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_Meaning_of_Mi_Casa_Su_Casa .
5 ‘A story that is obviously not true’, Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary & Thesaurus, Cambridge University Press, https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/cock-and-bull-story?q=cock%2Band%2Bbull .6 Moorcock, Michael Behold The Man, Alison & Busby, 1969.