RE: I'm a winner!

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What you said was very interesting, you said you won, but you did not say $10,000 you said won “first prize”. That indicates the “honour” of winning was more important than any physical entity.

 

I find that very revealing about the personality of Homo sapiens. I do get this inane question “what would you do if I gave you a six figure sum” to me being a teacher of arithmetic it means “add  up six numbers” so what are this numbers. I guess they mean £1,000,000, well unless the money is actually given to me I don’t know, they say sort of “let me spend it for you”. I find this rather annoying. They never actually give it to me so it is rather annoying.

 

When I was young and Haley and I had six million pounds each before some psychopath butchered my face we dreamed about what we would do with it when we married, I was only 6, well 6 year and 6 million are easily parted and after my facial value went from 10 billion bucks to ½ a dollar, I lost me job. Haley wanted to build a huge palace, I wanted to us my money to build public works (history shows that Roman and Greek magnates did that and became senators) – did you hear the one about Jesus the Shit house owner, he sold the urine to the washer women down the street and the solid as a fire brick, and the one about Jesus the brothel keeper who used to buy girls and set them free, he was unpopular with the senators because they used to ask “where was that one I slept with last night, the one with the round boobs, she was with lubricious up the road, oh! you set her free  - I’ll get you for that”. “Oh that Jesus is always setting his slaves free, he is such a bugger”.

 

It is from the library at Herculaneum among other treasures.

 

Mind you I did other things, I think I got up to about 100 billion but Wilson nationalised me, he wanted me work for him, “but you stole me money” so I said “no”.

 

I did get round to designing nuclear weapons and used several them in some battle I was in (I am unclear when it was) my memory is discontinuous.

 

“Film starlet to battlefield surgeon to atomic missile aimer” I unhappy about the thousand people I killed a day during this war and regret every one.

 

 

My mum’s knife wound to the head has turned her into a babbling screaming imbecile but is now a little better. There is no memory.  The idiot doctors got the brain function wrong and force it down the populations thought “working class” they sneer as they cut up their brains, I think they (the workers) have nearly all died.

 

The streets are nearly clear of people and this genocide was to kill those of “non Norman” origin, no one stood and chance, they said they were cleaning up “socialists”.

 

I have found people still alive, but not so many as there were.

 

They did not want “working class” people any more. So now there are no workers.

 

I did make the mistake of thinking Britain was a democracy and a land of opportunity, best to leave at once if you can.

 

I find human beings especially good looking rich guys rather unpleasant.

 

The Brits are “mental”.

 

They are malignant psychopaths.

 

 

 


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