The importance of questioning the historical record and not taking anything for granted

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Having been a little while since last anything was written, life has now freed me up to do something. there are no excuses and even the reasons are pretty flimsy, however I have been creative, productive and have re-acquainted myself with stinging nettles and getting my hands dirty. Being a gardener certainly has its advantages, I spend quite lot of time listening to the birds sing, get plenty of fresh air and being self employed am barely in a position to walk out of my job or indeed be sacked. If I do decide on taking this drastic action, I can reinstate myself after having a cup of tea, or switch my attention to other things that need doing around the home. Like making the kitchen look nice, painting the floor in same and various other little bits and bobs. I shall also knocking out a large amount of dead plaster, stripping off a quantity of horrid wall paper and removing some old tiling adhesive, all filthy tasks. I shall start by buying a couple of birthday cards for two elderly female relatives. one in her eighties, the other I think is ninety six. My mum says the other person is ninety four, either way it’s pretty impressive and a good age to be. Both birthday cards are unfortunately late, at least I remembered.

A Russian has said something unfashionable and more than likely 100% accurate, that Hitler was a Jew. Certainly a good number of his entourage could make that claim, or at least have that claimed for them. Does Hitler look Jewish to you? What fun, a member of the chosen race hating and murdering his own kind. Makes for a conspiracy doesn’t it? A Jewish conspiracy, one centred on self hatred and loathing of your fellows. I wonder if Hitler was a Jew, there is plenty of ‘evidence around to suggest something in that direction, here is just one example:

https://cdn.preterhuman.net/texts/conspiracy/David%20Icke%20-%20Was%20Hitler%20A%20Rothschild.pdf

Click on it and have a read, and then look for other material on the same or related topics. It is important to establish facts in history and not just take someone else’s word for it all. After all the word history is comprised of two other words His story and that is very important, we must not be afraid to explore and even perhaps debunk the narrative. If we are then hated for distilling the truth from the lie, then good. let us remember what Orwell wrote in 1984: ‘Who controls the past, controls the future: who controls the present, controls the past… The mutability of the past is the central tenet of Ingsoc. Past events, it is argued, have no objective existence, but survive only in written records and in human memories. The past is whatever the records and the memories agree upon. And since the Party is in full control of all records, and in equally full control of the minds of its members, it follows that the past is whatever the Party chooses to make it.

What if Hitler was a Jew and what if the Jews had a conspiracy all along to rule the world and a host of other things as well, like not allowing people to question the figures of those murdered in the holocaust. What if the figures are all wrong? After all they changed the number of those murdered at Auschwitz/Birkenau several times over the years and they are only human after all. Humans are very fallible creatures and their ego, especially the collective ego does not allow for any questioning of what can be termed sacred cows. The holocaust is just one of those bovine beasts, after all they have been raking it in ever since it happened and it shows no signs of slowing down just yet, new books are published on the subject almost every month, just go to your discount book store and look for yourself.

In other news I woke up with a sore throat this morning, so I have been taking it easy and having regular periods of rest, hopefully the hot Ginger and Orange concoction will see me right and chucked some Turmeric in for good measure.

https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/98241616

Trannies, fires and the decline of empire

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A few minutes taken away from the study of the decline of Empire and India in particular, provides relief for my eyes, a correction of posture and something to let all that learning sink in and ferment into something useful. Letting my hair down (literally) and contemplating my empty mug, do I need more tea? Not right now is the answer to that particular question. Instead I am to ponder how I misread an earlier slightly more important question and have thought how I could have wasted a lot more time on answering a question, that would have been wrong, irrelevant and off key as well. In other words a total and unmitigated fuck up, that I could well do without. Just like the beastly dream that I am am sure kept me awake half the night and probably did nothing of the sort and more like just the early hours of the morning instead. It involved, packing my bags moving out and going away, leaving someone else behind. It had to be done and as much as I contemplate my dreams, it has to be done. if you want your car to move you have to release the brakes, it is simple. One thing has already been sent on it’s way, the other slightly bigger thing is going to be retrieved boxed up if needs be and sent on its way to. I don’t actually give a flip for the past, I would rather focus on the present instead.

A hunchback of Notre Dame

Productivity increases, new opportunities emerge and I am less bothered by people wanting to speak or otherwise ‘chat’. The video chat thing is both a curse and a blessing, actually it is a burden, fuck the blessing. It prevents all or a lot of the above from happening and most annoyingly stops the listening to of music. This causes acute distress and upset ( I am joking here) It is worse than that, it is downright inconvenient. I do not really give two tits what is happening on the other side of The Atlantic, likewise I do not give two turds what is happening on the far fringes of Europe. I keep up to date on world events and do not believe half of it and only bought a newspaper last week cause I was bored waiting at the hospital to pick up some meds. The time I bought one before that was during the bog roll famine, I used it to wipe my arse and later on to make a fire in the garden. I like making fires, the bigger the better and the destructive the greater I love them. Actually this is not true, it upsets me greatly to see forests and woodland being torched, by idiots dropping cigarette butts. But it warms my soul to see French cathedrals going up in smoke and I laugh my cock off when same multi millionaires hand out fortunes to repair the wretched place. Just like some medieval indulgence to ensure remission from purgatory. A pity they cannot find the same sums to house the homeless and lift people out of poverty.

This person does not have a uterus

Hypocrisy is one of the by words of religion, strangely enough you find it a lot in the political realm as well. There is just more lying involved and less buggering of children, though perhaps they all bugger each other. none of them it appears know what a Uterus is or which members of the species have one. I will give you a clue here: if your name was previously Eric, Kevin, George or anything else from the big book of boys names then you will probably find you do not, or for that matter never will. Recently a Tory (conservative) MP came out as being a tranny, just after being arse raped as well. Poor chap it must have hurt like buggery, I hope his assailants used some lube on him first. Anyway enough of tories, burning churches and sore arseholes. I want a new mobile phone, having become convinced my current antique is no longer doing the job. Like the Tory tranny MP it is buggered but not literally. It has been abused and maltreated over the years and is now genuinely fucked. I shall take myself to the phone shop, explain my predicament in less vulgar language and obtain a new machine, possibly even a new service provider. I am done with Oh poo or whatever they are called, dislike the automated voice they use and all the crappy offers they want to shower me with. .

In the mean time I am going to have another brew and contemplate going for a little drive or other outward excursion.

RANDOM WONDERINGS

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So working at home has overtaken me and the upload device on the website has ground to a halt. I am unable to upload my painting of Betty Page with her breasts exposed, so I am drinking tea instead. Clicking on the reload button has of course taken things back to zero but I could do with a break from the art work thing. having thrashed out a ton of material yesterday, I think I am in need of a rest. That shall come later I have some more work to do first and training later. Then I shall sleep like a baby and for having done a good days work I shall sleep even more soundly. I do not know about other forms of employment and for that matter I do not really care, having decided long ago it is a pointless exercise wasting my time on other peoples shit, it never lasts for long and I only get depressed and somewhat suicidal. The very idea of slaving on the minimum for some other bastard fills me with a sense of horror, only exacerbated by the medication I am on which lists confusion,depression and aggression amongst the side effects . . Still I am glad to be near free of discomfort and this I imagine will only decrease as the dosage increases. Hopefully some day soon the doctors will be able to fix the thing completely. Only time will tell on that one.

BETTY PAGE

What else? Oh yes I went into town the other day, Saturday to be precise. It was as I thought it would be, a god damned awful experience, it started raining, parking was hideously expensive and is enough to deter me from going there again. looking at it, what is there I cannot get delivered to my door? In future I may just cycle in and get some exercise at the same time. I may just tolerate it that way and not want to top myself for living in such a shite city. Please do not come here, it is diabolically awful in any number of ways. The only saving grace is the nice buildings we have, not that you can really go into them. The custodians of the places are a bunch of fussy so and so’s, they do not like common riff raff entering their temples of learning. I cannot say blame them for being so. The buggers inside called students pay a fortune to learn shit in those places, they cannot have them being contaminated by the townies. The Dons would not like it very much either, the riff raff might drop cigarette butts on the ground and even belch or Dog forbid. Fart.

Sophia Loren in The Millionairess

This is of course all fantastical, all the above people fart, belch and the smokers amongst them drop ciggie butts on the floor they are human like the rest of us. Though saying that there is nothing wrong with having standards and good manners. Likewise there is nothing wrong with telling people you do not like to piss off , just do it as politely as possible. The weather has brightened up a little since I started writing so I am going to put some suitable clothes on and go plant the Foxgloves and those other things I have forgotten the name of. By the time that’s all done it will be time for lunch. The cats are currently fast asleep, kitchen noises will soon change that and it is predicted Ninja Cat will be down to investigate, scrounge and get in the way too. Otherwise life is pleasantly on the quiet side, I am able to get on with what I have to do, relax, if you can call it that, though this is the way I do relax. By doing things, being creative, productive and getting things out of the way that might otherwise bother my head unnecessarily.

Words and Pictures 2

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This medication I am now on: I am not sure if I like it or really dislike it. It seems to have slowed me down immeasurably, concentration is more so my brain is somewhat numb and things inside are perhaps more distant. By that I mean the heart, the discomfort is still there but not nearly as pronounced. Sometimes I want to just say fuck it all and finish myself off but you you know something? Life is not like that, at least not here or right now. I have to piss a few more people off first and move all this artwork that has built up in the spare room. I may sell some of it. In the meantime I am putting it all online on various sites. It almost feels like depression, but without the inertia, that accompanies such. No black dogs either, just black cats. maybe it is having finally ditched mainstream employment, and handling the change that has caused this emotional state. Fuck knows! The state of the world, mid life crisis…Any number of different things, but most of all the medication, I think it is that, one quickly followed the other, actually they all came together. Too much to handle? No just enough, just let me process it all first. I have been to hell before and this is the ante chamber, I know where the exit is, up the backstairs and to pastures new. The last time me and the devil met, I grinned like an idiot and got out of there pdq.

I would be fucking slaughtered within half an hour if I was doing my old job now. These meds have slowed things down a degree or three, sorry if I drag on about the meds but they are ( I think) helping me get things done. maybe it is just the incentive to get things done and to keep doing things, making progress and moving forward. Someday all this shit will be over and we can dance again, not because the music is playing but because the nonsense is over and nobody listens to the bull crap anymore. At least I know now why I am shouty and want to thrash people, it is the medication not lunacy. Is there anything to temper this urge to kill people? I suppose alcohol might help as may weed, blitzen I have both at my disposal Fuck!, Arse, Bollocks! Piss! Where have the paintings of Glastonbury gone? Oh wait I have not checked under the sofa yet, I must make some tea. Found them in the bedroom cupboard along with a bunch of Pink Floyd memorabilia, maybe someone or somebody will buy it and help me clear some space here.

I won some lottery yesterday, clearly choosing my numbers is a better way forward than those lucky dips, do you remember the lucky dip at the fun fair? Putting your hand in a large bin full of small parcels and coming up with something, that promised to be either rubbish or clutter. I may head into town later on and go on a charity shop raid for nice books and that. There again, I may say stuff that idea, it is cold out, despite the sun shining and the meds are playing with my head. Maybe the fresh air will do me good, it certainly did last time before I started the meds. There is no harm in looking and there is usually fuck all to buy in town. It is totally gutted and devoid of any independent stores, the council have really ballsed up their ‘attempts’ at encouraging trade in Oxford. I hope they fall at the next election, we could be well rid of the socialists and their bent arsed agenda.

black, cat, asleep, box, lazy,

Have a beautiful day today… and tomorrow.

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I was going to write a load of angry words about various people, they can fuck off, there are better nicer things to write about.

Spring has pretty much arrived and flowers are poking their noses through the soil, first among these are the Hyacinths, if you get a chance sniff them, they have the most fantastic fragrance. Turn off the television set, stop buying newspapers, unless to line the cat tray and pay more attention to the sounds of nature, spend time outdoors, go for walks in the park or cycle out somewhere clear your head and soak up some positive vibes. make a nice pot of tea and invite friends around to share, make sure you have cake or biscuits or make a nice meal, if possible make something vegetarian,it is more harmonious than eating slaughtered animals and there is quite enough violence in the world without adding to it. be thank full for what you have.

Love your neighbours even if you do despise them and cannot think of a polite word to say about them, they are human like you. Do something creative, work the garden and plant some seeds, watch them grow, plant vegetables, you can eat them later and they will taste delicious. be polite to your manager, they have shit going on as well and need a friendly smile just like we all do. Help the new girl/girl at work, you were in their shoes once. Use eco friendly house hold cleaning products, they smell nice and are better for Mother Earth and you. Give thanks to the creator for even the smallest things, some people have even less. Banish worrying from your daily activities, you do not get paid for it and it gives you wrinkles and upset bowels. Think of beautiful things and these will come to you. Give thanks at the beginning of the day and at its end and reap the rewards.

I will be posting some new artwork in the near future

Irma Grese, part one

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I am coming to the end of a cycle on one of my art projects, that of painting Nazi’s. I grew bored of doing the interminable paintings of nude or naked women and sought a change. I have a couple of portraits of Adolf Hitler and Heinrich Himmler on the go and several others of characters like Dorothea Binz, Luise Danz and Ilse Koch. I am working on some others including Irma Grese, The Beastess of Belsen, or The Beautiful Beast and numerous other monikers that people chose to remember her by.

there is a lot of talk about who Irma Grese was, what she did and the rest of it. Some of it, is factual, her father was an arse, her mother committed suicide after finding out about her husbands dalliances. She did not do well in school and was described as shy by her sister Helene. She later took work as a shop assistant, applied to become a nurse and eventually found herself ‘Although I protested against it’ Being sent to ravensbruck female concentration camp, where she trained to become an SS auxillary (Aufseherin) Eventually winding up at Auschwitz-Birkenau being finally captured by the British at Bergen Belsen upon the liberation of that camp. Her portrait will be forthcoming, as will another one portraying her in the film Passenger film (1963) by Andrzej Munk. The lead role, that of a female camp guard is played by Aleksandra Slaska. the film was left unfinished, Munk having died in 1961.

Irma Grese

As things are, I am having a little rest from that topic and working more on some pictures of various Domina’s, that and some work on paintings of the Holy Family. I may well be putting down a few ideas this evening onto paper, I need to replace the light house from a few years ago, as the original found a new home. This time it may go down on paper, I am not sure without looking if I have the canvas I want for it and there is plenty of paper so. Making life easier for yourself is not about being lazy, it is doing what is right for you. Finding nice things to do and doing what is right to help oneself progress in life. How many people stay all their working life with an employer they hate, in a job they detest and never fulfilling their true potential? At least they were consistent and did not manage to be sacked or leave after a few months.

I think I would be a good concentration camp guard, the idea of moving people around with a whip and a club sounds rather good fun. Especially if you have a grudge against those who have pissed you off, prevented you from fulfilling your dream. Then definitely so. Irma Grese was one of those people, she might have been an excellent nurse and certainly wanted to be so. She was also in the right or some may say wrong hands also turned into a brutal beast or at least that is what the history books tell us.

Not Irma Grese

I shall be posting the painted work as soon as it complete.

Gold, Ego and Oxford

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

So I kicked the final remnants of junk out of the house today, all of it clothing and all to the same place as the other two loads. I now have a half empty cupboard and am going to buy some new stuff to replace it all with, the second exercise this morning was to go and get the weeks food shopping and now that is done I can fully relax and get on with more important things, things like painting and this. House tidying is a week day exercise, the garden is good for any day of the week. I also have a chunk of editing to do on some photos and would rather that be done now, than have a mountains worth later on, which is simply depressing.

Painting wise, I am attempting to clear the backlog of work that has been laying around. This will free up space and help clear my head to new ideas, or at least that is the plan. Despite buying a couple of bottles of beer today, I am now teetotal during the week and keeping a clear head for the purpose of study and work, by work I mean that which benefits me, not other people unless they are buying the products I have to offer. I think I have already expressed my feelings about making other people wealthier, though naturally I would like more of an income to satisfy my various needs, to buy things that I probably do not need. Maybe I should just buy a lotto ticket instead, then I can flip one at the job centre too. Oh for the joys of having pots and pots of money. I would buy Silver Bullion and nice gold coins and keep it all under the stairs like a miser. I am not daft enough to do that, so please do not come round saying you are a staircase salesman or other like Bullshit, If you do I will set the cats on you.

gold | Facts, Properties, & Uses | Britannica

Imagine going to the estate agent and saying you want to buy a house in their window and plonking a gold bar (or two) down on the desk to pay for it, I would love to do that, so much more fun, than writing cheques or making bank drafts over to people. A twelve kilo gold bar will set you back in the region of around £568,000, which is not actually that much, considering a half decent terrace house in Oxford. (Which is a shit hole) will set you back around £350,000 and that is Blackbird Leys which is a dung heap. The closer you move into the shit hole, the costlier the houses become. Personally I want out of Oxford, having lived in this town for far too long now.

Friday 7th January 2022, 17:50pm

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

So the job search has commenced with a couple of hours worth of studying The British Empire in India with a little bit of The French Empire thrown in for good measure. I am taking a break now, having completed what I set out to do and shall restart things on Monday morning, or that is at least the plan I have in mind. What has happened in the meantime? The new printer has been installed I can manage without the wifi business and it fits nicely on the desk, does not rattle or scream when printing and is way faster than the old thing, which now sits forlornly on the floor whilst I wonder as to its final destination. 1st J has successfully moved to Ithaca, which is her spiritual base, she is happiest there and has a place she is settling into so that’s good, I will continue to pinch the photos she made of the cats, if you read yesterdays article you would have seen the one of Lulu otherwise known as Lulabelle also known as meow meow. Anyway enough of Ithaca and more on something else, actually I hope to do a small article on Ithaca sometime, it is a nice town, and I spent many a happy time there in the last few years and hope to go back in the not too distant future.

One of the best things about not having to go to work is that you get lots of spare time to do the things that suit you, that have been building up over a period and need addressing. I have spent a part of today doing that kind of thing, printing documents, helping a mate sort his stuff out and a whole bunch of other stuff that I will not go into here. Having completed these tasks has lifted a bunch of weight off of my back and I am fully ready to attack (if that is the right expression) the next lot of stuff. I may well start tomorrow with a bunch more school work, print off some more paperwork and do stuff around the home, I wish the place to be half way tidy as I have guests on Sunday and first impressions always count the most, I will also go out and buy some nice food and make a nice meal to share. I will not bother shaving, I am done with that nonsense and she knows me to have a beard in any case plus I do not have a razor or other system of hair removal at my disposal.

Nun

I will be getting my backside into gear soon and get ready to go to training, I have not been for a while due to the Christmas break and it will be nice to have some exercise and get a couple of bruises. Hopefully nobody busts my fingers up this time as it hurts and I want my hands to paint, draw and and write and anything else that hands are used for. I may do some painting later on after I get home, or I may not it, it will depend on entirely how I feel.

Black cats and printers

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So yesterday marked another transition in the great and often eventful journey that I shall call Peters Employment History, I think I am up to 83 now, give or take a couple, I did make a list a while ago now, but cannot be arsed with anymore. Like many an old film or repeat TV series it has a hole worn in the proverbial and is barely worth carrying on. Living in the past or at least dwelling on it is all good and fine for a little while but does no good if you are looking to and driving forwards in life, it is in fact a bit like being in charge of a motor vehicle and like not paying attention to what is going on around you whilst driving, can prove to be highly dangerous and costly. In the meantime I am going to be pursuing my own affairs, putting stuff in order and starting this New Year with the correct footwear on to get things done and working. I shall also be developing and working upon my website and doing some art promotion. I Think it is too late to do Art Weeks this year, it has alluded me for several years now, so hopefully I manage to get my shit in order for next year and other forthcoming events this year.

My printer has decided to stop working, I think it dislikes the non OEM cartridges I am feeding it, the issue is always with the cyan cartridge, this printer does not like blue for some reason, even when I am printing in black and white. can you believe a printer is so stubborn and crap that it will refuse to print a B&W document or image due to a stoppage in an unrelated area? I have had this machine for almost 10 years now and am giving it one last go with an OEM cartridge and if it denies me the pleasure of making my work space shake and rattle once more then it is going to a new home. I imagine there is a Birkenau ii type place for unruly printers, where they are dismantled and otherwise destroyed and made into something new. I have included a link for anyone who does not know what Birkenau was and trust me there are plenty of them, my former workplace had at least three of them. All they knew about was LGBTQIA+ and other trendy stuff that permeates charitable housing projects staffed by the often idealistic and naive. I would like to mention I have no gripe towards the people I used to work for, actually I did not work for them I just happened to work in their premises. A place that is fit for demolition and where the drains back up into each other, flush the lavvie in room 217 and a phantom turd appears in room 220, you get the general picture.

Sometimes I think this country could do with tidying up and I am not talking about the litter on the streets and people who throw or dump their crap by the side of the road, though that needs addressing as well. The current system is well easy to take the piss out of, claimants receive the rent as opposed to the landlord, that tells you a lot about things. Any benefit you do receive can be spent on almost anything including drugs and alcohol and other non essentials. J tells me in the US or at least NY state you get a payment card that is restricted on what you can purchase and from where, no alcohol, luxury goods and the rest. It is hard core and prevents misuse, in my opinion it is a brilliant idea. I would like to see addicts being given a choice rehab or prison and forcible rehabilitation. Re-education and making things the more unpleasant for non conformers. The benefits system needs to be shaken up. rent payments being made direct to the landlord and robust punishment for those who take the piss. As for putting bloody refugees before our own countries citizens that idea and practice can fuck off immediately. Fill the English channel with man eating sharks, that would deter the fuckers, it’s impractical I know no self respecting man eating shark would want to swim around in that ghastly stretch of water and it would bugger up places like Brighton.

May be a close-up of cat
Lulu Courtesy of Jacklyn Jay

I am going to spend the rest of the day, studying, painting and doing something called eating. I am currently feeling hungry and need to correct this imbalance. In the meantime Lulu the cat has come to remind me she needs fussing and is more important than anything she can think of, which is namely food and sleeping. She likes sitting on the desk up here in the library, where she can be fussed over and stroked to her hearts content, she was brushed this morning and her coat is now softer and glossier than it has been in quite a while. I must clean out the tray later on and replace the litter.

Drink more water

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A few days, ok a week or so ago I bought myself a German steel helmet of WW2 vintage, it has a bit of blast damage on the top but is otherwise in excellent condition, despite it being 80 years old or so. I wonder who wore it, what their name was and all the rest of it. think to hard and you can get all sorts of interesting ideas into your head. I would imagine the owner is now dead, and there are many different ways of being killed, especially in war time. It is good not to dwell to deeply on these matters and better for the spirit to think along more pleasant lines.. There are of course those who would and do get enormous pleasure from death, the causes and effects of and bits of body spattered over a wise circumference. The rest of us watch action movies and computer games, that depict the same, just not as sticky.

J is well and still under going confinement due to the Covid, I am as well but my situation means I have more to do, have a garden and the rest. Doing the garden, will get me outside and clean my lungs out, I think I will blitz the garden tomorrow. pointless doing a covid test, I still have symptoms apparently there are shortages of the testing kit. This could be problematic, but cannot be helped. I shall just have to sit tight and be patient until such a time, these things change. it might be inconvenient, but without proper authority, going out could harm people, maybe even kill them.

The things I hear my ego saying about what I would like to do sectors of society. Think of all the things I dislike, types of people I dislike. and the rest of it. ‘The fat slug( in reference to Boris Johnson) would look good with some piano wire around his neck, swinging from a meat hook.’ ‘ The things I would like to do to cyclists with no lights or hi vis.’ There is also of course all the other thoughts as well. the ones about sex and the like. ‘ I would love to fuck her.’ She has a lovely arse and I want to spread her legs and give her a good pounding’ I bet her husband is not coming up with the goods.’

The Nazi women paintings and other work, are all coming along well. Last night I had an unpleasant bout of upset stomach, I won’t describe it to you. A Joanna Lumley show is on the Telly, she is in Egypt talking to some local who got chewed on by a Crocodile. That’s enough, more next time.