Joseph

Joseph

Satan = f. "God" = Brahma = Peter = Vijay/Bijoy = Hitler = Peter V. K. Funk = PF

Shiv = Shankar = Joy/Jai (song Jai Jai Shiv Shankar) = Indra = Joseph = son of f. "God"/f. Satan/f. Peter = son of f. "Brahma" = Sw. Viv. = Joseph Stalin = NL

NAZI BOSSES PF AND NL WILL BE TORTURED MERCILESSLY.

Numerous clones on and inside Earth.

f. Ward Simpson (f. "God" TV/f. Satan TV) = f. CLONE f. Shiv/f. Joseph/f. "শিবপ্রসাদ"/f. "রজত"/f. tyrant STALIN

Kishalay Sinha [G]

WILFRID [cf. late Dr. Wilfred Funk]

"I suppose we shall never see Wilfrid Pigeoncote here now that he has become heir to the baronetcy and to a lot of money," observed Mrs. Peter Pigeoncote regretfully to her husband.

"Well, we can hardly expect to," he replied, "seeing that we always choked him off from coming to see us when he was a prospective nobody."

"There was a reason for not wanting to encourage his acquaintanceship," said Mrs. Peter. "With that notorious failing of his he was not the sort of person one wanted in one's house."

"Well, the failing still exists, doesn't it?" said her husband; "or do you suppose a reform of character is entailed along with the estate?"

"Oh, of course, there is still that drawback," admitted the wife, "but one would like to make the acquaintance of the future head of the family, if only out of mere curiosity. Besides, cynicism apart, his being rich WILL make a difference in the way people will look at his failing. When a man is absolutely wealthy, not merely well-to-do, all suspicion of sordid motive naturally disappears; the thing becomes merely a tiresome malady."

Wilfrid Pigeoncote had suddenly become heir to his uncle, Sir Wilfrid Pigeoncote, on the death of his cousin, Major Wilfrid Pigeoncote, who had succumbed to the after-effects of a polo accident. The new heir to the family dignity and estates was a young man of about five-and-twenty, who was known more by reputation than by person to a wide circle of cousins and kinsfolk. And the reputation was an unpleasant one. The numerous other Wilfrids in the family were distinguished one from another chiefly by the names of their residences or professions, as Wilfrid of Hubbledown, and young Wilfrid the Gunner, but this particular scion was known by the ignominious and expressive label of Wilfrid the Snatcher. From his late schooldays onward he had been possessed by an acute and obstinate form of kleptomania; he had the acquisitive instinct of the collector without any of the collector's discrimination. Anything that was above the value of ninepence had an irresistible attraction for him, provided that it fulfilled the necessary condition of belonging to some one else. On the rare occasions when he was included in a country-house party, it was usual and almost necessary for his host, or some member of the family, to make a friendly inquisition through his baggage on the eve of his departure, to see if he had packed up "by mistake" any one else's property. The search usually produced a large and varied yield.

(From SAKI/H. H. MUNRO/HECTOR HUGH MUNRO: "The Seven Cream Jugs" in "76 SHORT STORIES", Rupa & Co.)

Kishalay Sinha [G], W.P.

Saki's sarcastic, pungent style reminds Me of the entertaining, witty style of humorist P.G. Wodehouse.

G

HELL

The pseuonym that H. H. Munro adopted is taken from the Cup bearer in Fitzgerald's RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM which in those days was in the height of its popularity. Obviously it had endeared itself to Saki, and like innumerable versifiers then and thereafter, he is pleased to parody some of the quatrains. But perhaps his perversion of Hafiz comes nearer to the spirit of his own stories:

'You are not on the Road to Hell',

You tell me with fanatic glee;

Vain boaster, what shall that avail

If Hell is on the road to thee?

(From the INTRODUCTION by E.V.KNOX to Saki: "76 SHORT STORIES", Rupa & Co.)

Kishalay Sinha [G]

LOUIS [cf. late Norman Lewis]

"You must go to Vienna alone if you are bent on going," she said; "I couldn't leave Louis behind, and a dog is always a fearful nuisance in a foreign hotel. Louis would die if he was parted from me for even a week. You don't know what that would mean to me."

"Look here," said Strudwarden, "this eternal Louis business is getting to be a ridiculous nuisance."

"He loves me," said Lena, bearing the shawl-swathed Louis in her arms. "He loves only me, and perhaps that is why I love him so much in return. I don't care what you say against him, I am not going to be separated from him."

"You must get rid of that dog," said Strudwarden's sister when Lena had left the room; "it must be helped to some sudden and merciful end. I am convinced that she doesn't care a brass button about the animal itself."

"I don't mind admitting," said Strudwarden, "that I've dwelt more than once lately on the possibility of some fatal accident putting an end to Louis's existence. It's not very easy, though, to arrange a fatality for a creature that spends most of its time asleep in a toy kennel... my brain is a blank as far as any lethal project is concerned. The little beast is so monstrously inactive; I can't pretend that it leapt into the bath and drowned itself."

"I have an idea," said Elsie, "get a box with an airtight lid, and bore a small hole in it, just big enough to let in an india-rubber tube. Pop Louis, kennel and all, into the box, shut it down, and put the other end of the tube over the gas-bracket. There you have a perfect lethal chamber. You can stand the kennel at the open window afterwards, to get rid of the smell of the gas, and all that Lena will find when she comes home late in the afternoon will be a placidly defunct Louis."

"Novels have been written about women like you," said  Strudwarden; "you have a perfectly criminal mind. Let's come and look for a box."

Two minutes later the conspirators stood gazing guiltiliy at a stout square box, connected with the gas-bracket by a length of india-rubber tubing.

"Not a sound," said Elsie; "he never stirred; it must have been quite painless. All the same I feel rather horrid now it's done."

"The ghastly part has to come," said Strudwarden, turning off the gas. "We'll lift the lid slowly, and let the gas out by degrees."

Some minutes later, when the fumes had rushed off, he stooped down and lifted out the little kennel with its grim burden. Elsie gave an exclamation of terror. Louis** sat at the door of his dwelling, head erect and ears pricked, as coldly and defiantly inert as when they had put him into his execution chamber.

(From SAKI/H. H. MUNRO/HECTOR HUGH MUNRO: "LOUIS" in "76 SHORT STORIES", Rupa & Co.)

** A truculent-looking mechanical, robotic toy which emitted a bark when you pressed it. - G

Kishalay Sinha [G], W.P.

SHOCK TACTICS

On a late spring afternoon Ella sat on a greenpainted chair in Kensington Gardens, staring listlessly at an uninteresting stretch of park landscape, that blossomed suddenly into tropical radiance as an expected figure appeared in the middle distance.

"Hullo, Bertie!" she exclaimed sedately, when the figure arrived at the painted chair that was the nearest neighbour to her own, and dropped into it eagerly, yet with a certain due regard for the set of its trousers; "hasn't it been a perfect spring afternoon?"

The statement was a distinct untruth as far as Ella's own feelings were concerned; until the arrival of Bertie, the afternoon had been anything but perfect. 

Bertie made a suitable reply, in which a questioning note seemed to hover.

"Thank you ever so much for those lovely handkerchiefs," said Ella, answering the unspoken question; "they were just what I've been wanting. There's only one thing spoilt my pleasure in your gift," she added with a pout.

"What was that?" asked Bertie anxiously, fearful that perhaps he had chosen a size of handkerchief that was not within the correct feminine limit.

"I should have liked to have written and thanked you for them as soon as I got them," said Ella, and Bertie's sky clouded at once.

"You know what mother is," he protested: "she opens all my letters, and if she found I'd been giving presents to any one there'd have been something to talk about for the next fortnight."

"Surely, at the age of twenty --" began Ella.

"I'm not twenty till September," interrupted Bertie.

"At the age of nineteen years and eight months," persisted Ella, "you might be allowed to keep your correspondence private to yourself."

"I ought to be, but things aren't always what they ought to be. Mother opens every letter that comes into the house, whoever it's for. My sisters and I have made rows about it time and again, but she goes on doing it."

"I'd find some way to stop her if I were in your place," said Ella valiantly. ...

"Is anything the matter?" asked Bertie's friend Clovis when they met that evening.

"Why do you ask?" said Bertie.

"When you wear a look of tragic gloom, it's especially noticeable. Didn't she like the handkerchiefs?"

Bertie explained the situation.

"It is rather galling, you [You] know," he added, "when a girl has a lot of things she wants to write to you [You] and can't send a letter except by some roundabout, underhand way."

"One never realizes one's [One's] blessings while one [One] enjoys them," said Clovis; "now I have to spend a considerable amount of ingenuity inventing excuses for not having written to people."

"It's not a joking matter," said Bertie resentfully, "you [You] wouldn't find it funny if [IF?!!] your mother [Your puritanical "father" Krishna] opened all your [Your] letters."

"The funny thing to me is that you [You] should let her [him] do it."

"I can't stop it. I've argued about it --"

"You haven't used the right kind of argument, I expect." ...

It was a day or two after the conversation that a letter addressed to Bertie Heasant slid into the letter-box at his home, and thence into the hands of his mother. Mrs. Heasant was one of those emptyminded individuals to whom other people's affairs are perpetually interesting. The more private they are intended to be the more acute is the interest they arouse. She would have opened this particular letter in any case; the fact that it was marked "private" merely caused her to open it with headlong haste rather than matter-of-fact deliberation. The harvest of sensation that rewarded her was beyond all expectations.

"Bertie," it began, "I wonder if you will have the nerve to do it: it will take some nerve, too. Don't forget the jewels. They are a detail, but details interest me. ["Don't forget Your keys." - UIUC fake "Cynthia".]

"Yours as ever,

"Clotilde."

"Your mother must not know of my existence. If questioned swear you [You] never heard of me."

For years Mrs. Heasant had searched Bertie's correspondence diligently for traces of possible dissipation or youthful entanglements, and at last the suspicions that had stimulated her inquisitorial zeal were justified by this one splendid haul. That any one wearing the exotic name "Clotilde" [or a fake young "Japanese" teenage girl "Miki"] should write to Bertie under the incriminating announcement "as ever" was sufficiently electrifying, without the astounding allusion to the jewels. Mrs. Heasant could recall novels and dramas wherein jewels played an exciting and commanding role, and here, under her own roof, before her very eyes as it were, her own son was carrying on an intrigue in which jewels were merely an interesting detail. Bertie was not due home for another hour, but his sisters were available for the immediate unburdening of a scandal-laden mind.

"Bertie is in the toils of an adventuress," she screamed, "her name is Clotilde," she added, as if she thought they had better know the worst at once.*

* If you are caught in the toils of an unpleasant feeling or situation [or s. honeytrap], you are trapped by it."- Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English

(From Saki/H. H. Munro: "SHOCK TACTICS" in SAKI: 76 SHORT STORIES, Rupa & Co., 468 pages, Rs. 95.)

SPECULATIONS

God = K. S.    (w. "Mary"?)

Adam/Krishna/Jesus etc./Son of God vs. Satan/f. "God"/f. "Brahma"/PF

Sons of Adam or Satan: WF and NL/f. "Shiv" = Cain and Abel

Kishalay Sinha [G]

DESTROY NAZIS

Indian Army and CBI and Indian police will destroy all Indian male and female Nazis.

G

FEMALE ANGEL TORTURED IN HELL (YouTube) - video of one of millions of raped and tortured human females endlessly tortured and raped in underground hell for billions of years by Satan/Peter and his evil gang of male and female Nazis who will soon become extinct after raping and torturing female and male humans on and inside Earth for billions of years. - G

Fallen Angel Talks of Hell's Torment!!! REPENT!!! Hell is Real!!!/Prophets Among Us (18:20) *

PASTOR: HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO HELL?

DEMON [fallen female angel]: YES

PASTOR: WHAT'S IT LIKE DOWN THERE?

DEMON [fallen female angel, screaming]: I'VE BEEN HERE SO LONG! YEARS! THOUSANDS! MILLIONS! YEARS!! YEARS!!  IT'S SO DARK IT'S SO HOT IT'S SO HOT IT'S BURNING UP DOWN THERE PEOPLE SCREAMING PEOPLE SCREAMING! EVERYBODY SCREAMING! DEVILS DOWN THERE! ALL OF US ARE DOWN THERE! SATAN! HE'S DOWN THERE! NOBODY LIKES IT DOWN THERE! IT'S SO HOT! IT'S SO HOOT! IT'S SO HOOOT! IT'S SO HOT! EVERYTHING IT HURTS! LITTLE THINGS BE CRAWLING ALL OVER THE PLACE! IT HURTS! LITTLE BUGS EVERYTHING!! BUGS ALL IN YOU ALL OVER YOU! PEOPLE SCREAMING! IT'S JUST A HOT PLACE! EVERYTHING IS HOT! IT'S HOT! IT'S HOT! IT'S SO HOOT! IT'S SO HOT! OH WE'RE JUST BURNING! AND BURNING! AND BURNING AND BURNING ! OOHH!! OOHH! WHY DID I BEIEVE HIM !? SO MUCH TORTURE! TORTURE!! OOHH!! OOOHH! OOOH! ALL THE TORTURE! ALL THE PAIN! ALL THE PAIN! OOH! ALL THE PAIN! [screams in pain]

PASTOR: ALL THE PAIN IN HELL HUH?

DEMON [fallen female angel]: PAIN! PAIN! SO MUCH PAIN! [screams]

PASTOR: YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER LISTENED TO HIM. HE IS A LIAR ISN'T HE?

DEMON [fallen female angel]: YES!

PASTOR: AND HE IS TELLING LIES TO PEOPLE NOW ISN'T HE?

DEMON [fallen female angel]: YES!

PASTOR: AND THEY BELIEVE HIM... YOU WANT TO GO BACK TO HEAVEN DON'T YOU?

DEMON [fallen female angel]: YES IF ONLY I HAD A CHANCE. IF I ONLY HAD A CHANCE I'LL GO BACK... OOOHHH... IT'S TOO LATE IT'S TOO LATE GOD IS NOT GOING TO BELIEVE ME, HE'S NOT GOING TO FORGIVE ME!

PASTOR: GOD IS NOT GOING TO FORGIVE YOU?

DEMON [fallen female angel]: NO HE'S NOT.

PASTOR: HM. YOU NEVER ASKED FOR FORGIVENESS.

DEMON [fallen female angel]: I JUST KNOW... I JUST KNOW ... (CRYING) ... IT'S TOO LATE ... IT'S TOO LATE ... OH IT'S TOO LATE ...

PASTOR: I REALLY FEEL SORRY FOR YOU BUT YOU HAVE TO GO TO HELL THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.

DEMON [fallen female angel]: OH... I KNOW... I KNOW... I MISS HEAVEN SO MUCH! I MISS IT SO MUCH! IT WAS SO PEACEFUL! IT WAS SO PEACEFUL!... I DON'T WANT TO BE IN HELL FOREVER. [cries loudly]

PASTOR: You rebelled [cheated on God?] before God made people?

DEMON: (???) WE WERE HUGGING TOGETHER. [REALLY? JUST "HUGGING TOGETHER"? OR WILLINGLY GETTTNG FUCKED AGAIN AND AGAIN? PLEASE DON'T LIE. - G] OH, LUCIFER! ["OH LUCIFER DEAR! OH LUCIFER MY LOVE!"] HE WAS SUCH A NICE ANGEL ["WAS"? NOT IS? WHY NOT STICK TO HIM PERMANENTLY?] AND ALL OF A SUDDEN HE JUST DECIDED HE WANTED TO BE RULER!

PASTOR: HM.

DEMON: AND I THOUGHT HE HAD A GOOD CHANCE OF IT! OH I DON'T KNOW WHY... WHY... [WHAT'S WRONG WITH AMBITION, NEVER MIND MORAL OR IMMORAL, ETHICAL OR UNETHICAL? YOU HAD SEXUAL AMBITION, I SEE NOTHING WRONG WITH YOUR AMBITION. LUCIFER THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE HAD AMBITION OF POWER. NOTHING WRONG WITH HIS AMBITION EITHER. WHY SHOULD YOU ABANDON HIM NOW? WHY BE OPPORTUNISTIC AND TREACHEROUS? FRANKLY, GOD DOES NOT HAVE THE SLIGHTEST ILLICIT AMOROUS FEELINGS FOR YOU. GOD DOES NOT THINK OF YOU AS PARTICULARLY EXCEPTIONAL - YOU ARE JUST ANOTHER FEMALE WITH A V. WHY BE SO OPPORTUNISTIC AND SO TREACHEROUS? WHY DONT YOU CONTINUE WITH LUCIFER YOUR LIGHT? WHY BE SO OVERDRAMATIC AFTER CLEVERLY WATCHING THE POWER GAME AND OBSERVING THAT AWESOME GOD IS INFINITELY POWERFUL? AS USUAL, YOU ARE ACTING LIKE A TREACHEROUS DOUBLE AGENT. GOD IS JUST. GOD CERTAINLY DOES NOT WANT TO BLOCK YOUR STICKING WITH LUCIFER AS LONG AS LUCIFER LASTS. GOD IS NOT TREACHEROUS - GOD HAS NO CHEAP ILLICIT PLANS AND GOD DOES NOT RESORT TO HYPER DRAMA TO GAIN ILLICIT GOALS. AND GOD DOES NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE WEAK AND FALLEN. GOD'S MIND AND EMOTIONS ARE BEYOND THE GRASP OF ANYONE. I AGREE HOWEVER THAT THE INTENSE FEELING CONVEYED DOES SOUND GENUINE AND IT DOES SEEM TO ME THAT SHE HAS INDEED BEEN BRUTALLY RAPED AND TORTURED BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN I WILL THETRFORE GO OUT OF MY WAY AND PUT HER ON A PEDESTAL - THERE ARE MILLIONS OF FEMALES WITH V. WHO HAVE BEEN SIMILARY RAPED AND TORTUREE AND THEREFORE SHE IS NOT THE ONLY ONE - SHE IS NOT UNIQUE - SHE IS NOT EXCEPTIONAL - THIS MAY SOUND BRUTAL BUT I DON'T MAKE EXTRAMARITAL PLANS UNNECESSARILY. JUST AS MALES OFTEN TORTURE FEMALES, LIKEWISE FEMALES OFTEN TORTURE MALES - NOT PHYSICALLY (IN GENERAL) BUT EMOTIONALLY. - G]

PASTOR: YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE FOLLOWED HIM.

DEMON: HE WAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL ANGEL. [WOW! HOW BRILLIANT! KEEPING  BOTH OPTIONS OPEN! HOW SMART! I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY LUCIFER IS INSANELY JEALOUS WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST REASON BECAUSE GOD DOES NOT HAVE THE SLIGHTEST ILLICIT AMOROUS FEELINGS FOR HER OR FOR ANY OTHER FUCKING FEMALE - IT'S ONE WAY IF AT ALL - LIKE MILLIONS OF IMAGINARY ONE WAY REAMED BY MILLIONS LIKE HER WITH V. JUST AS MILLIONS OF MALES HAVE ONE WAY IMPRACTICAL DREAMS - HER HYPER DRAMA RESULTS FROM HER COLD STUDY OF THE POWER  EQUATION - A STUPID ANALYSIS BECAUSE SHE THINKS TOO HIGHLY OF HERSELF WHEREAS THERE ARE AN INFINITE NUMBER THROUGHOUT THE UNIVERSE - NO BIG DEAL. GOD IS NEVER "HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE" WITH ANY FUCKING FEMALE. THAT IS THE BRUTAL HONEST TRUTH. UNLIKE EVERYBODY ELSE, SEX IS NOT THE BE-ALL AND END-ALL OF GOD'S SUPERHUMAN EXISTENCE. GOD CAN ENJOY DRAMA BUT DRAMA HAS 0% INFLUENCE ON GOD. - G]

***

GOD AND EVE

Satan and Devil: NL and PF

Son of God: Krishna

God: K. S.

From time to time, I have wondered, recalling the sentence "God made man in His own image," if Adam was perhaps God in human form Who caught His unfaithful wife Eve (one of His many queens) having illicit sex with Satan and therefore the infinitely patient God let Eve exercise her free will for billions of years and finally after billions of years of lethargy He finally decided to personally destroy rapist and mass murderer Satan and his evil gang of dirty male and female Nazis on and inside Earth. (This is speculation, not asseveration.)

Kishaly Sinha [G]

SPECULATIONS

God = K. S.    (w. "Mary"?)

Adam/Krishna/Jesus etc./Son of God vs. Satan/f. "God"/f. "Brahma"/PF

Sons of Adam or Satan: WF and NL/f. "Shiv" = Cain and Abel

Kishalay Sinha [G]

Crying of a fallen female angel (YouTube)

Fallen Angel Talks of [she cries insanely] Hell's Torment!!! REPENT!!! Hell is Real!!!/Prophets Among Us (18:20) *

* I will never tire of listening to her LOUD crying. I think I will ENJOY listening to this YouTube audio AGAIN AND AGAIN - what piercing wailing! (I wonder if Queen of Hell Pamela has been Satan's partner in torturing her in underground hell. - G)

I have never heard such heartrending loud female wailing as this female fallen angel (female demon) crying so loudly and so heart-wrenchingly in this intensely moving YouTube video. (Eve/Margaret?) Surprisingly, I got the video when I typed and searched YouTube by typing "Sita in hell" (if I remember right).

Kishalay Sinha [G]

Holi

I never saw My late "father" Krishna exploiting the occasion of Holi (not holy) to touch and maul female bodies and to smear the bodies of females with dry color powders and wet colour paints. I TOO NEVER TOUCH FEMALES NOR SMEAR VARIOUS PARTS OF FEMALE BODIES WITH COLOURED POWDERS AND COLORED PAINTS in Holi (not holy), falsely attributed to Krishna. (I am VERY GLAD I got Myself BORN AS "Son" of My HOLY "father" Krishna in this dirty unholy Satanic world. What a dirty world. Dirty RAPIST Satan and PROSTITUTE Eve have jointly RUINED this world. Read above post: Crying of a fallen female angel (YouTube). - G)

Kishalay Sinha [G]

Rapists and mass murderers Nazi cheats NL and PF are the world's biggest criminals. Listen to: Fallen Angel Talks of Hell's Torment!!! REPENT!!! Hell is Real!!!/Prophets Among Us (18:20) * [In this video, DEMON/fallen female angel: Eve/Margaret? PASTOR: Shiv/Sw. Viv./NL/Norman Lewis? Male voice at the end of this video: Brahma/PF/Peter V. K. Funk?]

* I will never tire of listening to her LOUD crying. I think I will ENJOY listening to this YouTube audio AGAIN AND AGAIN - what piercing wailing! (I wonder if Queen of Hell Pamela has been Satan's partner in torturing her in underground hell. - G)

G

B. K. - Brahma Kumar - Brahma Kumari - Brahma Kumaris and Brahma Kumars constantly talk about F. Shiv Baba in pseudo-spiritual "Peace of Mind" TV channel. F. Brahma and F. Shiv.

G