XPost: sci.med.psychobiology, sci.psychology.misc   
   From: me@myself.com   
      
   Yes.it called Springfield and it is just a tiny but heavy steel electrically   
   controlled steel interlocked double gate that only tanks and high exposives   
   could get into or out. The curtain wall are 10 feet high with rollors at   
   least a yard think and it is almost invisible at the end of a peaceful   
   surburban street called Glenburnie road, this runs off gateside, I used to   
   live at number 1. and is surounded by domestic houses manned by soldiers.   
      
   You cannot know it is there and the map does not show where it is.   
      
   It is huge, you can see it from the air. Tall prison blocks dating back to   
   1800, with these blocks connected by wired in tubes to allow the inmates to   
   be carried from one to the other, no one has ever escaped.   
      
   I was put in once at 9 on heresy charges and the butched me face, this was   
   protect the royals from their income loss that would have resulted from any   
   expoitation of my rediscovery of teslas engine (a fusion reactor - physics   
   not known) at 6.   
      
   Previously I was a childhood actor with an amassed fortune of 6 million   
   pounds. Some one wanted it - I stood no chance.   
      
   I know the criminal who carried out the attack. He also hypnotises nice   
   working class girls (they are gally slaves to him) and he takes them out to   
   lonely country spot (he showed me where it was) and he strips them and rapes   
   them and after training he puts his blade through the head and has them as   
   pets. The society that used the unconsious slave girls has the Prince as its   
   patron - the ultra respectable society of which I am a member for amateur   
   photography.   
      
   And they have sex parties in their lovely country homes with their horsy   
   daughers serving tea and cakes in the massive 5 million pound mansions but   
   the girls who are sex slaves are lobotomised girls trained like dogs.   
      
   These are our Norman rulers at play, because I found friendship and they   
   told me.   
      
   Just next to us is the biggest mansions with billionairs living next door to   
   paupers and we can even talk that is how I got to the lecture (as one of his   
   cases) I know the lady in the place called Church House and she is actually   
   quite nice, and one of the wives of the very rich architect was once my girl   
   friend many years ago and they like me because I once acted to save her   
   wandering baby from being mown down by a car and I know a millionairs child   
   has blood cancer for which there no cure so they suffer as we do, but they   
   did not realise that we have heart attacks too.   
      
   And one of these billionairs had a beautiful daughter who had a horse and   
   paddock and I educated her,  she rode her horse round the roads and they do   
   have sickly children like us.   
      
   I do not know why this polarisation occured I think it a cult that has some   
   how torn england apart Richard the lobotomiser (sex maniac) and David (child   
   molester) and both are high court judges.   
      
   Richard confessed it was the whole front banch who were in the game with   
   their tri-cornerd hats and dublet and hose, just like mine, if I could find   
   it.   
      
   The preist who supervised the blessing between me and Diana, an honest man   
   with a double barreled name, the vicar of St Marys, said he told thes fairy   
   stories because his income came from them, he was the second son of the   
   nobility so he got the church job. Like my uncle John a vicar of the parish   
   in Streatham.  (never seen so much gold leaf there).   
      
   I'll tell the truth in order to carry my unconcious friend out, the duty   
   shrink sign the release forms and since I am in reality an old man with   
   heart disease the orderlies helped me carry her as she was too heavy.   
      
   When we got to the car he helped me put her in a covered her with a towel   
   and taped her head to prevent her unconcious body lolling. I did not risk   
   them putting her clothes on or undoing the ties.   
      
   I was then told to wait while the gate was given clearance for us to leave   
   and the orderly waved me on.   
      
   She is now back with her husband. She never was mine and never intended to   
   be, she wanted to employ me the publicity and brainwashing was terrible.   
      
   --   
   Begging For Mercy   
   "Rick Morris"  wrote in message   
   news:C1664199.14FB4%wmorris@neb.rr.com...   
   > On 10/26/06 4:04 AM, in article   
   > gS_%g.85404$3D1.37412@fe3.news.blueyonder.co.uk, "Pleading For Mercy"   
   >  wrote:   
   >   
   >> next time you check the local asylum   
   >   
   >   
   > There are no "asylum"s where I lve. Is there actually a place that uses   
   > that   
   > term where you live?   
   >   
   >   
   > --   
   > Propaganda is a specific type of message presentation directly aimed at   
   > influencing the opinions of people, rather than impartially providing   
   > information.   
   >                                        Wikipedia   
   >   
      
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