Ms Cressida Dick, Metropolitan Police Commissioner

On 22nd July 2005, Mr Jean Charles de Menezes was shot eight times at point blank range by the Metropolitan Police’s CO19 firearms unit. Cressida Dick – current Metropolitan Police Commissioner – was in charge of the operation. The then Metropolitan Police Commissioner, Sir Ian Blair, justified de Menezes’ execution on the basis that he refused to obey police instructions. Scotland Yard added that de Menezes’ clothing and behaviour aroused suspicion.

Mr de Menezes lived in a building that was under police surveillance. On the day he was killed people who fitted the police’s racial profiling were stopped a short distance from the building and asked to produce ID. However, de Menezes was not stopped a short distance from the building. As pre agreed at the highest operational level, he was allowed to board a bus and then a tube, before being shot seven times in the head at point blank range on the orders of Ms Cressida Dick, the current Metropolitan Police Commissioner.

The inquest into Mr de Menezes’ death returned an open verdict, implying that the police’s account of the event was unconvincing.

Now, I have long championed people breaking the glass ceiling at work, including the Asian men who broke through a decade ago to become Metropolitan Police Assistant Commissioners, and Ms Dick herself.

Ms Cressida Dick: Ma’m, congratulations on your promotion.

But now as then, I remain gravely concerned about whether such promotions amount to anything more than window-dressing and a nod to affirmative action, rather than a decision based on merit. Among the Asian males who rose to the top echelons of the Met Police’s leadership I sensed a lack of intellectual nous, and of clear as well as flexible decision-making and judgement.

The same can be said of the Metropolitan Police’s female Commissioner. Her colleagues may well laud her as an excellent operations manager, but leading an operation and leading the Metropolitan Police are vastly different jobs, each with its own specific skill-set. The first is largely tactical whereas the latter is a multi-dimensional, strategic, oversight role, from which police forces in other countries take their cue.

My own latest experience confirms that just as Ms Dick was in charge of the police’s race-hate execution of de Menezes more than a decade ago, so it is that under her tenure under-the-radar right-wing fascist police officers use police apparatus to tag my and my sister’s movements (as has been the case since 1988). Now, though, the information is immediately shared with right-wing fascist lay people, who according to my information have been assured that if they attack my 70 year old sister and myself all CCTV footage will be deleted and the assailants will not be identified. But, the UK right-wing has gone one step further: it has struck a deal with right-wing fascists from mainland Europe to go in for the kill, assuring them that they will get free passage back to their country afterwards.

In a nutshell, with or without her knowledge, Ms Dick has since her appointment created an atmosphere in the Met Police whereby any right-wing activity by her subordinates will be covered up.

On Saturday 10th March 2018, I took my 70 year old sister for her weekly food shopping, and her usual cup of tea at a well known coffee outlet. We were following a well established pattern of movement and activity. Both the coffee outlet and the supermarket have a customer base comprising a balance of Asians and race-Europeans. But on this day there was a noticeable lack of Asians within a particular age-range at both venues. In their place was an overflow of race-hating race-Europeans of the same age, all exhibiting the same hateful looks and mannerisms, and threatening gait.

You have to realise, the same people visit the same outlets at approximately the same time each day/week. Thus, to a person like me, who is well versed about who my fellow shoppers are and their age group, anybody out of the ordinary stands out like a sore thumb.

At the coffee outlet a group of two men and two women – who took a detour before following us into the café, where they met with a female already seated – were aggressive and confrontational; they were looking for an opportunity to attack both of us. Meanwhile, a third man stood alone along the pathway that we always take. A table conveniently became free and we sat down.

Opposite us, a woman wore an ear-piece and angled a phone equipped with a surveillance-enhanced microphone towards us, as one would position a listening device. She was part of a one-woman, one-man team. She and her partner launched into an over-the-top argument, stopping suddenly to adjust her earpiece and reposition her phone to better capture our voices when my sister and I began speaking.

Later that day, I asked what had happened to the Asian lads who were meant to back me up in such situations. Two separate sources told me that plainclothes police had warned them to stay away, as an operation was under way, else they would be arrested under the terrorism act. A similar threat had already been levelled about a decade ago against a Muslim gentleman I knew well, whose home was raided because of our close association; the police said they were responding to a phone call for help from his house, and he impressed upon them that this could not have been the case as his grandmother who spoke no English was the only person at home at the time. To this, the police officers retorted menacingly that they would arrest him under the Terrorist Act and see how his grandmother with her non-existent English would secure his release from jail.

Race-European police officers with a balanced mindset – yes, they do exist – had warned me some time earlier that since Ms Dick’s and Sara Thornton’s applications for the Metropolitan Police Commissioner job fascist police officers had been gleefully congratulating each other that under the leadership of either woman they would now have a free hand to ‘deal with’ matters, as one of their own was certain to get the post. In my case, they warned me that was in the interest of the fascist police to assist in my and/or my sister’s murder to send a message to Asians in general that they are not allowed to insult the white race in a white country, especially using humour, while the whites can say whatever they feel like about us and others. Subsequently, I was told that this message to put certain types in their place had come directly from the current Metropolitan Police Commissioner’s office, according to the police canteen talk. Since 1988 information from internal police officers has proven to be accurate.

There you have it. As of Saturday 10th March 2018, the Met Police – and by default the UK’s police forces – are under orders to facilitate my and/or my sister’s killing at the hand of right-wing fascists.

Ms Cressida Dick: Ma’am, I do not doubt you will back and support your officers to the hilt once I and /or my sister are killed. Upon retirement, you will be able to bask in the achievement of having officially managed to kill at least three brown people, just because you and your officers could – and of course will – get away with it.

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Manufacturing fear

This essay was written in January 2015 after the French terrorist attack on satirical magazine Charlie Hebdo, in which 22 died and a further 17 were injured. The core of the essay is easily transposed onto the terrorist events at Manchester Arena in May 2017.

For your information please google Wikipedia for the following:

i. List of terrorist incidents in France from 1800 to present day

ii. List of terrorist incidents in Great Britain

You will be shocked at the sheer scale of terror activities listed in Great Britain from 1960s to present day. It is as if we in the UK are living in a war zone, where Islamists are but pin-prick amateurs.

Over the course of the past few days Paris, France has experienced terror at the hands of five people. These included two brothers, an associate of theirs and his wife, and a teenager who initially drove the car for the two brothers. A few weeks earlier, in another mindless terror attack, grown men – probably fathers themselves – gunned down and killed innocent children and teachers at a school in Pakistan.

To make sense of the islamist terror attacks, I need to take you back in time, to Jerusalem.

A guy named Hazrat Muhammad was taking his locality by storm. (The Sufis – mystics beyond faith – were coerced and compelled into joining Hazrat’s movement). Hazrat himself was a psychic-medium of excellent quality, albeit not advanced in the awareness layer. His aim was to secure for the wandering caravan people of his time, people without limitation or boundary, a shared identity that would bind its members without them falling by the wayside or preventing them converting to religion. His community up to that point had a fluid conception about what passed for ritual and religion, as did Sufism until it was brought into the Mohammedan faith under force, duress or necessity. Then Sufism too became rigid and inflexible as time went on.

Hazrat’s vision for a central identity required that someone contrive a book of rules, basic tenets, to help guide a fledgling sect as it transformed into a society hoping to realise a dream. So, he penned his ideas.

In old India (Aryadesh) each aspirant announcing their inner awakening attended one of several centres of advanced learning (e.g. Varanasi) to test their theory, idea and concept. At these centres they were ridiculed, abused, called names, verbally attacked, or beaten, and imprisoned. These centres were the place where you either made your mark or failed. In Hazrat’s time, cities of advanced awareness existed in Tashkant in Uzbekistan, Baghdad in Iraq, and Tehran in Iran; whereas Kabul in Afghanistan and Bishkek in Kyrgyzstan were too far out. Lesser known cities of advanced awareness also existed in areas we now call Jordan, Abu Dhabi, Lebanon, Syria, Qatar, Kuwait, Bahrain, Oman – countries which were invented by the British, in conjunction with the French, after the defeat of the Ottoman Empire. As Makkah was nearer to Jerusalem, Hazrat headed to Jerusalem to test his ideals for a new kind of society.

The Hebrews, also known as Yahu-be, held sway in Jerusalem, and looked down on the nomadic communities, in about the same attitude and manner in which Untouchables in India are viewed. Hebrews were of the opinion that culture and civilisation stemmed from them, as did the Europeans much later with their belief that human civilisation began in some cave in France. Both were flummoxed when faced with evidence contrary to that belief; but their modern weaponry meant the locals of the new countries into which the Europeans ventured allowed the debate to rest in the latter’s favour. In the same way, Australian aborigines with their dream-time were and are to this day laughed at by Europeans, when in fact the aborigines are talking of actual facts of a bygone time and series of events; similarly, the Sikh in India are dismissed as wholly wrong along with their Sikh scriptures. And Hebrews in Jerusalem dismissed the caravan communities around them as a backward sub-human community.

Hazrat faced an uphill struggle to get his book stamped and accepted as a base guideline for his people’s development. Like all newcomers, Hazrat was badly treated. In fact very badly…

Allow me to digress for one moment…

Hebrew history has many a distortion to fact. Globally, we are told one Hebrew played a pivotal role in crucifying another Hebrew. In fact, the latter was a married man with two wives and several children, who retained regal authority and left the area. His family traveled through Europe and settled along the way, with some subsequently reaching Scandinavia. At each place they became the region’s rulers.

Oft quoted books, the Torah and New Testament, written by lawyers who were part of the religious elite as well as the homeopaths of the day, rewrote history and slotted in the argument of crucifixion in order to carry weight and secure pity in establishing their own creed. A creed based on victimisation and forgiveness, in which truth was, and is, a necessary casualty. Moreover, in fact, the tribal nature of the Hebrew people is evident in the manner Christianity evolved specifically, as a tool and vehicle of genocide laced in intolerance. Mirroring Hebrew idealism, Islam spews the same fanaticism. The Israel of today exhibits openly its intolerance and its use of the victim card. However, as a Sikh I have to accept and defend the Hebrew peoples’ right to behave and express their emotions as they see fit.

Back to Hazrat…

Hazrat was on a losing streak to begin with. Encouraged to convert and become Hebrew, he declined. His people had always suffered at the hands of the elite, as happens the world over to this day, so his refusal did not go down too well. To cut a long story short, Hazrat, a very sincere and determined fellow rewrote his book twice in order to appease the temple stalwarts in Jerusalem. Each time, the hierarchy found reasons to withhold approval. So, Hazrat re-worked his book yet again, but this time just left amongst his own people.

Hazrat’s initial writing is lost, or its pages eaten away by paper mites; whatever the reason, his initial book no longer exists. What we now have is interpretation, based on personal assumptions and concepts, of what the author wrote and meant. And the interpretation itself has several schools of thoughts in any case. Eventually, a newer book was devised; but the scions, stoked by compelling interpretation and infighting, turned to the kind of radical and polarized position we witness in Islam today. We read a reactionary set of rules of do’s and don’ts.

But Islam is not the only faith to have reinvented itself some time after the demise of its founder.

Buddhism has also divided itself into two opposing groups over the interpretation of its initiator’s original writings, which have been lost in antiquity. Furthermore, a third trend has evolved over time to include women as a separate independent entity wrapped in the hue that presents itself as original ethos Buddhism.

For further proof of how faiths have diverged from their original conception we can study Sikhism. Less than two hundred years after its establishment, it had three veins running and co-existing simultaneously. The fracture is papered over, but the division remains. One of the veins, the Namdhari Sikh movement, are like the later day European Christians who cobbled together a mixture of Celtic nature worship (a Brahma worship identical to Vedic ‘Hindu’ ritual) and Christian ethos, resulting in the confused notion of Christmas, and ‘new year’.

The Namdharis pay full respect to the Sikh scriptures, but interweave it with their own Brahmic, nature-based ritual. A further Sikh division evokes another fanatical aspect: revolving around the baptised Sikh. This new ‘sect’ is a group of angry people of both genders, who view all other Sikhs with disdain and contempt. The group is so fanatical that the women of this ‘sect’ wear turbans, mimicking the men, as if without that turban they would be denied their identity as Sikh. They also have a version of heaven, where their concept of heaven does not really exist, but the symbolism remains in their mind.

This new ‘sect’ within Sikhism in time will become intolerant of all other Sikhs, resulting in a massive fracture within Sikhism if emotions are not controlled. Their idea of meditation is repeatedly shouting a selection of mystical words from the Sikh scriptures. The energised, angry shouting depletes their bio-system of oxygen, and they experience the lack of oxygen as the experience of a deeper connection. They give me the hardest time, such that I refrain from visiting a gurdwara when I know they are going to be present in large numbers. It is simply not worth the argument, nor the hassle to get involved with their ‘awareness’ as they call it.

The study of how Sikhs are evolving gives us a very good insight in how faiths in general, and Islam in particular, developed.

Reverting…

The Quran is a product of the ignorance of a Hebrew hierarchy that was so frightened by Hazrat and by the deep and dangerous purity of his original work, they had to find a way to stop its publication, lest Hebrews converted in droves. The powers that be assumed the masses were gullible and stupid. They were not; they had enough common sense to work out a position for themselves.

But the Hebrew hierarchy, regardless in which area of society it lords over, even to this day deems us stupid. Yet, no one ever studies this disease, stupidity, with which you and I are apparently contaminated, as an aspect or characteristic of the very elites that rule us!

Reverting to France…We are supposed to accept that individuals associated with the Charlie Hebdo attack secured their weapons and bullets using units of mass communication, and that the authorities had no idea?

What nonsense.

The entire drama is an exercise by the spooks who build into the equation collateral damage (people dying), as we witnessed during the Sydney mess. Innocent humans will die; in fact they have to die in order to instill fear of what a terrorist can do.

In France, however, the French over-refined the drama, and miscalculated. They knew the gunmen were heading to the head office of magazine Charlie Hebdo. They arranged a Muslim police officer to confront them. Now, go and do some basic research about how many of the French police are Muslim. Not many. Yet we are to believe that on that day, at that time, a Muslim police officer was at hand to confront the two brothers?

How convenient.

Then, the next day, during the next incident an ethnic police officer just happened to run into one of the group, and she got herself killed.

And the chance of two Muslims police officers getting killed in such a situation?

Guys, you and I have a better chance of scooping the lottery than these two events having two Muslims, or ethnic officers, facing an armed gunman – gunmen whom the spooks of all NATO countries, the ANZAC countries, and good old Mossad, would have been following in minute detail.

I know from experience that our house is ‘visited’ virtually each time we leave home. They go through our entire house room by room, and cupboard by cupboard. Am I supposed to accept that the houses of these guys were not ‘visited’? I know from experience that spooks in the UK also use illegal Indians who are trying to gain permanent residence in the UK to trail us if we are in a predominantly Asian area.

What has happened in Sydney and Paris is that the spooks and the governments knew beforehand about the events, but the French screwed matters by deploying Muslim police officers to confront the gunmen in both the Paris incidents. They also were of the opinion that the gunmen in the first incident would not get access into the building. They thought an armed confrontation would take place on the street resulting in the death of the Muslim police officer. Then the main armed response unit would arrive and take out the two brothers.

Err, it backfired big time.

The brothers had a rocket launcher and it seems an arsenal of weapons. Where and how were these obtained? As I know, my family and I cannot breathe without the spooks’ knowledge. In fact, we purchased five extension leads with individual switches in order to better control electrical units plugged into them. These extension leads were to replace 15 year old extension leads. And guess what? The UK police harassed us for weeks after that purchase. So do not tell me that these guys were able to secure heavy duty arms and the spooks did not track each and every (cash) purchase. What next, these guys are going to purchase a tank and the authorities are going to tell us they knew nothing of the fact?

We are endlessly told how each keystroke of our computer is monitored, and each phone call listened to in real time. So please, we may be the ordinary people, but we aren’t stupid.

We will mob-protest one day, and insist that Israel give Palestine people their independence, and not use the area as a shooting gallery or an open prison camp. We will insist that European powers leave the Arabs to their own arguments and devices. What they do in their own back yard is none of our business. Our ordinary lives have enough pressures. We do not need to be used as cannon fodder by the spooks who seek additional funds to secure a better pension plans for themselves.

But will things change?

Not a hope in hell.

At times, I wonder: would Hazrat, the Great Prophet, have written his theory and handed that ‘awakening reason’ to the caravan dwellers, if he had known of the manifesting result?

What he initially wrote was deep indeed, it still is in a few passages; but unfortunately, to understand the depth one also needs depth. You do not climb a cloud-enveloped snow-covered mountain whilst lying on the ground in the valley looking up at its peak.

Religion is a tad more complicated.

Emperor Nero and his Mistress

Emperor Nero wooed his Mistress in a lush oasis miles from dunes and sand, at a camp named after the Hebrew royal David. In Armenian, Kurdish, Russian, Sanskrit, Gurmukhi, Hindi, and Urdu, Jews are still called by their original name of Hebrew.

The Mistress opinioned that war was a last resort and even then only as a defence, but Emperor Nero was a determined charmer and seducer. He charmed, and the Mistress was duly seduced and gave an oath to lead the verbal charge laced in guile and deceit. Thus began a new world order: an order based on corruption, misinformation, falsification, sexing up of documents, and the feathering of one’s own pockets as well as of those of one’s generals and henchmen.

The Mistress, head of a clan-nation island off the shore of a mainland, spared no one upon return from Oasis David, four days’ sailing away, and galvanized the neuro-idiots with an emotionally cooked oral schedule reinventing Sodium Hazelbean, formerly an allay, as paradigmatic of an aggressive Lady-Boy prostitute who steals gentlemen’s wallets without providing much sought after relief in return. “Oh, the shameless thief” shouted the neuro-idiots in unison in tandem with the Gentlemen and Gentlewomen Dacoits ensconced in plush, leather green benches as the elected nose in trough representatives in the Home of Elected Representatives of the neuro-idiots and the rest of the islands asses.

To make the case righteous and honorable, an eminent expert Doctor who happened to have a PhD in an appropriate ology, was paid to waffle a document supporting Lady-Boy Sodium’s illegal procurement of weapons from a weapons wholesaler other than Emperor Nero. “What!” shouted the neuro-idiots, “what!” (they have a habit of repeating ‘what’) “another weapons wholesaler and not Emperor Nero…well, this simply will not do” and so documents were duly presented to the Home of Elected Representatives.

Flies, there is always one isn’t there, and this fly had an untimely rendezvous with its fatal enemy, ointment, was that the Doctor turned out to be a tad too honest. Must have been a signed-up practicing member at the altar of the church Atheist. Let’s face it, no self-respecting monkey wrench or upwardly mobile career ‘servant’ of a recognised religious fraternity would have the testicles to speak out…but our honest PhD certainly did.

His objection? The document carrying his name, as presented to the Home of the Elected Representatives, had zero content similar to the document he had delivered to the oily autocrat. In an attempt to balance the honesty, Doctor Honest secured the ear-hole of Beer Belly journalist, who in turn inked the facts of the difference between the two documents. I always thought sweat, saliva and bodily fluids were the preserve of human-animals having sex, but no, I be wrong here. Apparently, documents can be sexed up too. Well I never.

Unfortunately, in the midst of all of this Doctor Honest went out to clear his head and decided to have a tug of war to test a theory that if he sped away in his car he could pull a tree from its roots. He tied a rope to a tree trunk and sitting in his car he tied the other end to his neck and sped away. Tree trunk was unmoved. Doctor Honest was no more. Naturally, conspiracy theorists abound with various outlandish ideas suggesting he was taking a blood sample with a syringe from an alien encounter. Sad fact is, Doctor Honest is no more, and in some quarters is mourned as a victim of the impending war against Lady-Boy Sodium Hazelbean.

Now, Lady-Boy Sodium Hazelbean, as the Head Honcho of a far away isolated region – his two bit parcel of land was called U-Rack – well, his best aerial attack projectile was papier mache on thin bamboo sticks controlled by string. Apparently, Mistress had nightmares of an imminent attack by a squadron of papier mache on thin bamboo sticks controlled by a length of string. Neuro-idiots foamed at the mouth and demanded protection from the imminent attack. The fact it took ten sailing days from the isolated piece of land U-rack to Mistress’ island was neither here nor there. Neuro-idiots swam in the tidal belief that a squadron of papier mache on thin bamboo sticks controlled by a length of string could attack in forty five minutes from U-Rack.

The drums were struck, and Mistress, looking with dewy-eyed longing into the eyes of Emperor Nero, strode into war. Lady-Boy Sodium Hazelbean stood no chance with the rest of the world ganged up against him, for fear of becoming Emperor Nero and Mistress’ next target.

Papier mache on bamboo sticks controlled by string stood no chance against fire breathing dragons flying through the air in the middle of a moonless night. One day later the attack was over, and the former ally, Lady-Boy Sodium Hazelbean, was removed. The people of the land simply exchanged one brutal dictator with another. Mass killing of its people carried on mercilessly for countless moons, season after season.

In all of this, I find it objectionable that some people, living as free and fearless people on various pieces of land, have come to call Emperor Nero the slang for pubic hair, a four letter word starting with the letter B. I refuse to dishonour a brave honorable leader of free thinkers with such demeaning names. Emperor Nero is Emperor Nero. And as for the Mistress, at times it is most unpleasant to hear the adjective B-Liar shouted out at the Mistress.

We have to realise and accept that the Mistress was internally and deeply touched in a part that an ordinary man cannot touch. Thus, we must respect the coupling of Emperor Nero and the Mistress. Another thing that I find very distasteful is the allegation that the billions amassed by the love birds are ill-gotten gains. Hell no, they worked bloody hard for that cake.

Now, the issue is that there always has to be God in such equations for it to become quadratic, lest they fall into the ignominy of indices, or much worse loll around as algebra.

And as a new inductee into the higher realms I am going to share a secret with you. The God of Emperor Nero and the Mistress is the God named the Devil. And it has to be said, Ali-Looya is not the word that comes to mind when one thinks of God-Devil.

Now, if you profess an attachment to God-Kindness and Fair, then guys, forget material wealth. God-Kindness and Fair governs nature, you know, jungle type of nature.

So now, you decide which God you prefer to pay obeisance to.

…and one day I aim to meet a master who can teach me sardonic wit.