Ferrarii Clan /Sir Laurence Gardner-: A study.
To denounce bestiality in the West which condemns us in God's eyes.
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Post 180. Of StumbleUpon and FaceBook.
Tuesday 27 October, 2009 - 16:38 by The XXIst century Templar ( a barbuto ). in Default
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Let it be noted in the way of a personal OBSERVATION, WHICH IS NOT A COMPLAINT AS I PERSONALLY DO NOT FEEL ANY NEED FOR THESE BORING COMMUNITIES, that, in my opinion, communities such as StumbleUpon, FaceBook etc. are not suitable for publishers of large, sometimes complex, original, generally serious, text such as I am, their text-editing-programs being in fact inadequate. These communities are more suited to modern expositions of digital-photographic-work in which the Japanese Industry has done all the work, being exhibited by small mental-capacity individuals who may also occasionally upload, without commenting, work from more skilled ( I am not saying intelligent ) authors. These low level-capacity people ( 85% of members ) who abuse PC skills and technology, appear to concentrate their creativity, if any, on sabotaging, in various ways, expressed when in writing, in limited sentences of a barely Intermediate Grade English, including the accusations of spam, unsolicited approaches, sexually seductive language, etc., efforts of individuals at being original, creative, civilised and and gregarious. On the one hand one receives invitations and suggestions of suitable members to contact from the psychologists at StumbleUpon/FaceBook, on the other one gets accused of spam or soliciting if one corteously or facetiously contacts members at random. Yes I have been rude in a few occasions, but only as a reaction to intolerance and a priori rudeness. Cranky, mentally disturbed people, people who easily take offense and lack a charitable approach, should not join communities such as these. Managements, whoever the Hell these are, at SY, FB and in the Christian Churches ( the Roman Catholic in particular) are only interested in the usual American way in BIG, BIG, BIGGER................., in the number of members, not in the quality of membership. StumbleUpon is reputed to have more than six million members. One never knows if the icon shown is relevant to the member's personality, the real gender, age, location, declarations and statements of the members about their personality or motives for joining. It can be a total lie from people bent on playing sick psychological games with the purpose of attracting in order to clubber, a game the tarantula plays with the fly! I have far better things to write about than to play with these nuts! I reached 16 visitors a day to my Blog by even admitting I have a natural interest in pornography tha I focus onto keeping healthy. But it was becoming a full-time job, a waste of time. These communities reflect the modern, vile, democratic, American approach to social psychology which encourages groups to isolate, victimise, persecute, finally ostracise the individual who may not fit into the stereotype preached by Democratic Constitutions about the equality of all! In western kindergartens, individualistic children are given labels from the Psychological Sciences, i.e., autistic, etc. and made to feel ubnormal.
No wonder we are swaddled with moronic politicians and professionals who cannot make decisions unless by Committees.
See shows like Bigbrother and similar shows featuring two competing opposing groups in isolated islands in tropical scenarios, etc.
When viewing these I am reminded of Pericles the Athenian Statesman, one of the greatest of the Golden Era of Greece, who, upon asking the Athenian goat-herder who had just asked him to write Pericle's name on the 'ostracon ' , the pottery scrap used to vote, the reason why he had voted for Pericle's exile, replied he did not know, that it was the name most heard, being most mentioned around. Let me remind you that a Politician's ostracism then resulted in the confiscation of property and exile!
These communities have fast become the meeting places of all sexual deviants who have found these not requiring any expenditure in contrast to the public places they used to meet at previously. This is actually a recent statement from a highly authoritative Italian Magazine "L'Espresso " about a phenomenon happening in America and elsewhere. They are also being used by political agitators of various denominations and creeds who again, just upload articles from terrorist and political groups without comments, so as to not draw criticism to themselves, the writers of the articles remaining anonymous, most members and agitators being anyway incapable to express themselves in syntax longer than a couple of sentences, as these people can barely write at the level of below even Intermediate English. So one who becomes critical of them or tries to generate a reasoned disalogue, gets judged in two short sentences, without construct or reasoning by these total ignoramuses who claim intellectual equality and authority on the basis of just being members and the obsoleted Constitution.
I advocate more control, safeguards and legislation concerning these large Blog Communities. Blogging is a magnificent tool of the Democratic Freedom of Speech but must not be allowed to operate in an anonymous or deceiving way.
One should be free to say whatever one likes, however one must be accountable, responsible and traceable. Reasoned arguments or accusations must be countered by equally reasoned ones.
For example, my invitations to visit my Blogs, including the Telstra one that does not even technically allow Advertisement were labelled by the various virago and sexually deviant cliques as spam, commercial advertisement. Why? Because they objected to my articles expressing my opinions about sexual deviations and about uploaders of terrorist-related articles. I did not deny their freedoms to go to Hell, just asked them to reason with me and to enlighten my ignorance. An Australian virago from South Australia, a teacher(!!!!!!!!! ) objected to my Poem "Of Bodies, Minds and Souls ".
Else our magnificent Blogging Facilities shall be abused and used by terrorrists and our very enemies and opponents and desentitise the minds and souls of western voters.
I take the opportunity to paste the poem that caused the spam accusations and enmity with the sexusal deviants who practically dominate StumbleUpon through their joining together and praising one-another's crap so as to acquire credits and authority with the Management.
Of Human Bodies and Souls.
Last night my Angel Guardian came
to chat to me in my sleep.
To me he said-: "" My waif, it's time.
To thee to tell I have some truths
of human bodies, hearts, minds and souls.
When of opposite genders thou shall think
remember oh waif of mine, beloved of God,
that of the gender that is like your own
the body thou must not seek to hold.
the body you are allowed to seek to hold,
only if it is free and no other has a claim to it. Remember further oh friend of God and mine
that humans are not allowed to claim
both bodies and souls to hold
even of the opposite gender.
If body thy shall choose,
the soul shall not be yours
if soul you choose on the other hand
it is not wise to claim the body too.
together with human love
Even god-like thou shall feel
and actually be free
from the constraints that
Nature us plagues with.
The two, body and soul are in a struggle bound
that death alone shall unbind and free.
But, anyway, remember too
that while the body temporary is and vanity on earth
the soul eternally thou shalt benefit with.
The soul my friend who God seek
belongs to God eternally
and you are only allowed to borrow it
never can it belong to thee
as a possession
but only as a loan from God
Who is jealous, and rightly so, of it.
There is a competition
for the soul that to God belongs,
from God to borrow
that Creation that imperfect is
has unwisely entered in,
since the Beginnings when God,
without origination or generation involved,
----as the case was for the Eternal Word----
made humans to exist in a Creation
that is of God but divine is not.
The struggle is between Nature and God
and is said by some wise moderns
of the struggle the Purpose and Goal shall be.
There are further good news though
even in this scenario of Doom.
These are that Grace, Love and Hope
which are from the good Good,
can conquer all
The struggle my friend who art in love with God is worth it all!
God Who understands the scenario God made
which God did not ORIGINATE or GENERATE( Baraah), but just MADE ( Asaah),
is still at work to facilitate
that all immortalised may be
and divine be made
so that both glorified-bodies and souls
of all beloved,
whom on earth we meet and love,
we shall be able mutually
to hold in Eternity.
Remember though that then,
no gender shall divide
the bodies from the souls
floating as these shall be
in of God's love the ethereal ocean
that infinite bliss shall give,
all bathing in God's light
that all mysteries shall reveal,
but more I am not allowed to tell Thee,
Sleep well my waif, with God!""
Allelujah, Maranatha et Amen!
Post 179. A Repeat. Of Capital And Small 'o's.
Friday 23 October, 2009 - 16:05 by The XXIst century Templar ( a barbuto ). in Default
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Of Gaseous Clouds, Walkingabout, the Nullarbour Never Never Wastes, etc...............
( dedicated to David the Gaseous Telstra-Blog-Bard, Timothy the Heckler and Pecker or Haystack-Staker, Grotty Yaughty my disappeared bovine-ice-bleue-eyed, blonde, bleu-jean-tight-on-the-crotch-toting, alluring, strongest Fan, probably sunk off the Queensland Coast in her live-in Yacht, to whose memory I dedicate a contrite Requiem Aeternam donas eis Domine............, Yamarka the Scottish-Aboriginal Winger, The Ten-Canoe-People, Salem's Cafe' and its Comedies on TV, Douga the Eternal anti-Catholic Doubter and some sodomitic Anglicans, etc. ).
Sometimes I sit and wonder,
my thought
in analogies drifting
like smoke does,
in its upward random twirling,
like a fat gaseous cloud,
in the sky sitting,
slowly drifting,
patrician looking, all white,
humanly and patchily bald,
with just a twinge of grey,
that carbon emissions betray,
to better contrast the immensity
of the bleu sky around,
in contemplations immersed
of self-possessing doubts
watching the red vastness
of the Nullarbour plain below,
as seen alike in my memory,
by a passenger,
sitting tightly in the economy seat,
on a Flight of Virgin Lines,
going from Melbourne to Perth
or vice-versa bound,
wonderously it all contemplating,
yes the Nullarbour Plains,
of Yamarka and of the Ten Canoes-people
the incomprehensible delight,
resulting from too much sunlight
on bare headed skulls
when still young,
for the want
of a good bush-hat I guess.
Strangely enough
my everlasting obsessions arise
of how the Arabs for Salam Cafe’s
now highly noted and
in even greater repute than ever before,
could have had the Grace to discover
of the big Zero,
the vast array of virtues and uses,
without which zero
neither God,
Who is reputed to have created everything
out of nothing (nihilo) or Zero,
the One with a Capital Zed,
mind you,
nor capitalism,
which would have been limited
to a Jewish abacus to count,
could have prospered at all.
Bill Gate himself
would not have had a PC
to play around with and
the chance to invent
Window Microsoft to boot,
Even I wonder of why,
while the West chose the Zero
to appear as a big Capital ‘ O ‘,
like a big holy halo
or to be more earthly bound,
even like onto the large,
bovine, arctic blue eyes of G.Y.,
extolled and sung about
in greek ladies,
by even the great Homer himself,
in his famous Iliad and Odissey,
through which, looking up at you
as if in eternal and innocent wonder, struck,
who is to know?,
even this being the result perhaps,
of some superhuman orgasmic feat
she may have indulged in,
in times memorable, bygone and past,
halas!
( don’t you be fooled by them, o stranger ),
gently stirring your innards
like a gallon of olive oil;
how the Arabs decided,
perhaps more wisely and fittingly than the West,
that the zero should rather be shown
as a fig-shaped, twisted, squashed,
long suffering small ‘o’,
an ‘o ‘ that has been traumatized
by some sodomitic experience,
or perhaps just piles, or even both,
God may forbid, halas!
all contracted, twisted and anorexic-like,
perhaps to improve the picture slightly,
perhaps as being otherise too dry,
even like the little 'o'
a de Laurents model
would probably sport,
as if just out of a sodomitic, spasmodic and spastic
orgasmic gasping,
or, just after an aggravating cracking
induced by vigorous farting, in turn
induced by loud laughing brought about
not to mention
the more subdued and discreet ones
resulting from effeminate
oxfordian and cambridgean,
pseudo-Gregorian
Anglican chantings
Honny Soit Quy Mal Ye Pense.
Post 175. I Defecate, Therefore I Am.
Monday 19 October, 2009 - 16:39 by The XXIst century Templar ( a barbuto ). in Default
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I would like to explain to those readers, especially the gentle ladies I love so much, who shall accuse me of outrageousness, rudeness and uncouthness, why I have chosen such a natural activity that we share with all living beings in the Cosmos, i.e., the one of evacuation, of excretion......................
That is why I chose to not say-: " I fuck therefore I am ".
I have actually not been fucking for probably the last ten years, only sometime fantasising about it.
No one dies for a lack of fucking, but does so for a lack of excretion, for various reasons or causes, like no inputs, i.e. starving. While eating may be a human right, fucking is not!
Having said all these negatives about the sexual, let me add the only positive about it, that is about its reality-convincing-capacity whenever it results in the making of a baby.
But philosophically speaking, a baby is some sort of living excreta, in the sense of its being out-putted, from the mother, albeit from a different orifice of her body than the excretory one, many are sexually prone to confuse and delight in abusing today, in this Era of Manure of ours, as a sexual one.
Post 174. No one is innocent. Dissertation on Father Peter Kennedy.
Wednesday 15 April, 2009 - 20:43 by The XXIst century Templar ( a barbuto ). in Default
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Go and have a look at who has Imprégilo, or Impregìlo, there there are always the same ones, there are the Benettons, there’s Gavio, Ligresti, this lot would like to have nuclear power stations in Abruzzo! By now there’s no limit. We all deserve to disappear. But God, God, God, for the love of God where are you? God do not forgive because this lot know what they are doing!
So I want to know. You could forecast it. You could not forecast it. I don’t want to accuse anyone. But I’m still bowled over. I’m as angry as a beast! The earthquake happened at 3 in the morning and the Prefecture was warned at midnight. Those of the Prefecture carry away the stuff at midnight. The earthquake happened at 3 am. The guys of the Prefecture that should be the collecting centre, the crisis unit, they talk about crisis unit, the great Prefecture carries off their stuff in the night without saying anything to anyone? The functionaries save themselves and the citizens die? And I have to hear these things on TV from Travaglio? I jumped as high as that from my seat and this Fini, this nothing-man who says the things… is horrified, he said: “It’s shameful, the RAI” I’m telling you (Musso)Fini, I’m telling you, it’s you who is shameful, you who have not even see the programme, here we are talking about (Musso)Fini forecasting things, not about saying …. the Prefecture runs away, I have never seen that. It’s like saying this pine wood catches fire, the fire-fighters come and then run away. Are we joking? The shame dear (Musso)Fini, the shame is this lot who do the publicity show at the expense of the others!
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Post 173. La Lega Fa' Schifo.
Monday 13 April, 2009 - 20:18 by The XXIst century Templar ( a barbuto ). in Default
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However the parties have no love for the citizens that interfere. The State is “Cosa Loro” {their thing}. The will of the people gives them urticaria. But the referendum cannot be avoided. It can however be boycotted. The Lega, in particular, do not want the Italians to give their decision. The election law sets out that the “reward to the majority” in the number of seats is attributed to the party with the greatest number of votes and no longer to the coalition. The PDL could win without Bossi. The Lega would be useless. More or less as now, but without the parliamentary seats.
How to get out of this situation? The “vaselinaro” Maroni is thinking of having the European elections on 14 June, the Sunday after the first round of voting for the local elections. The extra costs for the tax payers: 4/500 million Euro. At this moment with millions of unemployed that’s an absurd sum of money. However, the psycho dwarf seems to have found a solution. To put off the referendum to 21 June, the day of the local ballotage. To do that a legal decree is needed. In fact the law number 352 dated 1970 sets down that a referendum must be held between 15 April and 15 June. At the second round, the number of voters collapses, the required “quorum” for the referendum is not reached and there’s a saving on the costs of voting.
An immense, colossal joke. If the referendum for the new election law were to be held at the same time as the European elections on 6/7 June, as would happen in any democratic country, the “yes” vote would win, the “quorum” would be achieved. All the parties know that. That’s why it is to be held later. From the “porcata” law to the “porcata” referendum.
The institution of the referendum, together with the laws on the popular initiative should be abolished. Anyway it’s just a way of making fools of us, one of the many of this Government and this scarecrow Opposition. If we had to live in a dictatorship, well fascism was better than these TV and newspaper prostitutes. Better than these double-breasted scoundrels. Better to have Grandi, Bottai and Balbo to Gasparri, Cicchitto and Maroni. Fascism kicked out the mafias (or at least it had a good try). The mafias have made Italy into the caricature of fascism and with our referenda they clean their backsides. They will never give up (but is it in their interests?). Neither will we.
