I have had so many lovely messages of support from so many people that I just don't have the space to put them all on this blog. I will start a new blog just for all the wonderful things you are saying because I am too modest to put them here. I will call my new blog: The Admirers of Perfect Beauty and Charm and All the Men Want to Shag Her.
The London Woman's campaign of netloonery and malicious supression of my beautiful research is just a small band of deluded people. I pity them, even though they have tried to hurt me so. I wonder what is so wrong in their lives that they have to believe a shrieking obsessive hag like the London Woman and my other stalkers.
I think it is because they have no beauty in their lives. People adore me, people love me. London woman may be getting married, but men want me so much that they pay me for sex, sometimes as much as FIVE POUNDS!!! I bet nobody has ever paid London Woman for sex!!!
Sad girl, she may be married but nobody will want her like they want me. Beauty has a price and it's a price I get paid for.
But she still obsesses over me, she's made a WHOLE BLOG POST about me on her abusive and squealing blog that nobody reads. Will she never SHUT UP and leave me alone? Why does she need to constantly make a single blog post about me?
It reminds me of the film Raise the Titanic, which was based on my research and stolen by Lord Grade who maliciously and abusively abused me maliciously. I wrote this as a poetic metaphor, one that the saboteurs won't have the intelligence and sophistication to understand. But the ship is my beautiful research that is sunk by an iceberg of malicious slander, libel and loonery.
Just when the saboteurian iceberg thinks it has won my Top Nigerian Lawyer, Mr Abacha rides to the rescue on a lifeboat and raises the ship and we win and the iceberg is taken away to the desert to melt, slowly and painfully. I keep a little chink in my fridge and use it in my pina coladas. Everyone ends up happily, apart from the iceburg people who brought it all on themselves. They could have let the Titanic float gracefully by, but no. they were envious and spiteful so deliberately sank the ship.
Nobody likes them. But the Titanic finishes it's journey into London and crowds line the docks to see my beautiful research finally come home.
It would have been quite enough having to deal with the Special Branch PR Unit on it's own. But of course I wouldn't have had to. Exactly what Special Branch officials opposed to my research needed, was for a small pack of stalking abusers to make false allegations about me which they could massively use as a lever to discredit me. In fact, they were fairly desperate for anything to use. And The Met are attempting to do exactly this.
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