Intellectual Freedom 1 Wombats 0

Here I am in my counsel's offices, with my special desk, putting the finishing touches to the casework as we prepare to go into battle. Everything is going better than expected and there will be some very sorry wombats leaving the courtroom, heading to Parkhurst and long sentances for their hideous abuse of me.

"And He was there in the wilderness forty days, tempted by Satan, and was with the wild beasts; and the angels ministered to Him." Mark 1. 13

It has been forty days since I sent my Angel of vengence to delete my internet abuser stalker hate blog. It's clear that these - and I will not name them because they are not important and I waste no time even thinking about them - merry band of mob stalkers and justice perverts will stop at nothing in their merry harassment dance.

They are nothing but vagabonds on the internet superhighway, desperate for publicity and media attention even though not one of them is a serious researcher and they have no research credentials. I pity them because they have nothing in their lives of any import and they have no interest, desire or ability in research.

They cut tragic, silly and comical figures. Everyone is pointing their fingers at them and laughing. you can hear it everywhere you go, the sound of fingers being pointed and the etheral and beautiful "Ho Ho Ho" echoing through the crisp London air as everyone joins in the mocking of these deluded fools and their theories of utter foolishness. They are just embarrasing themselves and people are making fun of them.

I warned them but they didn't listen to me or any of the gentle helpful people as they were determined to carry on wombatting and dancing with their malicious gibbons in their eagerness to harrangue innocent researchers gently going about their business without offending anyone. Little do they know that the entire world is watching them. They are under surveillance and everyone can see them and watch their clownish antics. They are in for a big surprise as they wander foolishly down their chosen path of abuse and cruelty.

They continue to entertain the most silly of speculations and continue to waltz around matters that do not concern them and of which they no nothing as they pontificate and gyrate and conjugate their little hearts out.

Well no more.

Forty days ago their pathetic stalker hate vendetta blog was deleted in an instant. I did them a favour as it would only have embarrassed them if they tried to introduce it into court. Any serious judge would have thrown it against the courtroom wall and broken wind over it's pages.

But. It. Is. No. More. It's gone, vanished, departed, disappeared. This is how the wombling meercats of cynical despair need to learn a lesson and that lesson is never tangle with a serious researcher who has a super ace top legal team.

My lawyers dealt with them in an instant, not even pausing to take a breath.

I won't boo hoo over them. I never think of them. They are of no interest to me and I won't be giving them any publicity. This is why I never mention the evil vendetta stalker mob. I ignore them and so should you. go on. Ignore them. Start now.

Hurry up.

I spend my time not thinking about them and finding their bungling attempts at justice perverting to be comical and their barmy theories to be highly amusing and their sanctimonious and portentious dribblings on the internet to be the height of hilarity.

I'm so glad that I never think about them and I never read their hideous stalker hate blog - which doesn't exist and has been deleted by Blogger on the advice of my super ace legal team who Blogger are rightfully frightened of as they are the best. I wouldn't like to be up against them - well in one sense :-) Who would want to be held up against them with their strong arms holding tight so you couldn't squirm away and finding yourself being utterly helpless and dominated and then watching your case being minutely examined and held up into the daylight by their meticulous attention to detail and then, when you've been completely overpowered by their strategy and tactics you are then you are defenceless and your brief is gently penetrated most deeply and expertly by their main guy and his impressive legal acumen, building his case away until you are left gasping and sweating as he finishes his probing and rests his case before withdrawing from the court. A rising star indeed. He will protect me and care about me and keep the abusers away.

Now that's what I call a case conference.

So everyone - and I'm talking to my many thousands of readers - just do what I do and ignore the malicious pervert stalker vendetta mob. justice is coming to them very soon and they will rue the day they ever began their chittering and chattering and chuntering and all their huffed up puffed up blow my house down nonsense.

Today's sandwich was Freshly Felched Trout dripping with Legalese and was bought in the usual way.