Goodbye Human Rights Faddists!

I do not care to devote anymore blog pages to the issue of human rights and matters pertaining. Not because I don't care (I do care) but because I'm sick of the cocktail lounge human rights faddists who pick up an issue, obsess over it for a few days and proclaim and expose themselves to the whole nation as experts in the situation and then drop it and wander off to the next fad or thought or fancy that flits across their minds.

Gadabouts. Frolickers. Johnny Come-Latelys.

I'm glad I'm not like that. I am a serious researcher and not some faddist. You won't see me monkeying around with a serious matter and then drop it when the fad passes. I'm not some profligate panda or some kind of a la mode meerkat.

No. I pick up an issue, spend a couple of days presenting my analysis and then I move on.

Fad: a practice or interest followed for a time with exaggerated zeal

Not the same thing atall.

I have been getting some beautiful support from people who share my views and IP range. They've been leaving comments in the newspaper columns comparing me to the Guilford Four.

In terms of the extent of the Special Branch approved libel and slander campaign, there is a comparison, but there is no parallel between the sentences and suffering under sentence in the individual cases. I am basically being told that I do not have a right to be on the face of the earth, which is not quite the same. It's worse. Much worse. There were four of them so they're only suffering a quarter asmuch as I. Additionally I've got internet vendetta stalker squads after me, they never had that indignity.

When were the Guildford Four ever pursued by wombats? Ever stalked by malicious gibbons?

No.

Infact, thinking about it are these so-called supporters of mine really being beautiful, truthful and gentle in their support of my cause? They seem to be implying that there are four of me. This is a typical SB smear operation, one that appears one way but subliminally works in the opposite direction to the apparent objective.

This smear is clearly trying to imply that I am a scitzophrenic with four personalities. A vicious smear, but SB have been playing this merry tune for a long time and are wearing out their bagpipes. I throw lemons at them. I dance by a duckpond and wave nettles it the air.

That'll teach them not to mess with me.