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A WORLD OF FOES IS RAGED AGAINST ME!

Lord Raffles

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AFTER long nights when I was forced to keep silent, despite heavy concerns, the time has come when I can finally speak openly.

This new revival of our Asylum from poverty, misery, and shameful contempt was a sign of a pure internal rebirth. MansonUSA was not affected, much less threatened, by this. Nonetheless, it immediately renewed its hateful policy of encirclement against Bedslam. Both at here and on other forums, we faced the infamous plot we all know about: to prevent the establishment of a new people’s forum, to plunge the Asylum again into impotence and misery.

As early as a fortnight ago, according to the testimony of prominent member Profane of the committee of the Administration of the Heirophant, Terroja had said that Bedslam Asylum was becoming too popular again, and that it therefore had to be destroyed. This willfull idiot's method was to begin a campaign of lies. He declared that Bedslam Asylum threatened MansonUSA. He then provided a guarantee of support and assistance to the users of MansonUSA to let them march against Bedslam.

Under these circumstances, I believed that I was called by my conscience, and by the history of Bedslam, to assure that not only were Terroja's shamefull accusations untrue, but also to reassure the ordinary users of MansonUSA through formal declarations that our interests did not conflict..

I behaved as the responsible Hospital Administrator of Bedslam Asylum, but also as a responsible representative of freedom & justice. But now the hour has almost come when it is necessary to respond to this plot by the warmongering Terroja....

BEDSLAM PREVAILS!
 
The story of dear old Flight Lieutenant Ebenezer J. Arthur was indeed a sorry one. A highly decorated veteran of World War II, flying a Spitfire, and having downed 15 enemy aircraft, the kindly Flt Lt. was pensioned off from the Army due to injuries and post-war stress syndrome.

Choosing to retire to a small village Hamlet in the Yorkshire dales, spurning his beloved Somerset countryside, Flt Lt. Arthur was forced to carve out a meager existence performing a number of perfunctory tasks for his fellow villagers. Turning his hand to carpentry proved to be but a small challenge, though the esteemed skill of ironmongery proved to be a much sterner test for Flt Lt. Arthur's trembling extremities.

It was during these testing times, that the homely Flt Lt's bachelor status began to spread via word of mouth about the Hamlet. From the pub, to the small store than Widow Beth Sidebottom ran, up to mad old Farmer Blakey, everybody caught wind of Flt Lt Arthur's inability to pursue a meaningful relationship.

Dear Bessie Angus was the spinster daughter of Father James Angus, Reverend of the Holy Church of the Virgin Mary, and 14-time former Heavyweight Champion amateur boxer of Yorkshire. Father Angus was determined to make an honest woman of his daughter, and his plucky match-making skills at the Hamlet's annual Michaelmas Fair proved to be quite a hit.

And so it came to be, that later that year, Flight Lieutenant Ebenezer J. Arthur did wed the spinster Bessie Angus, with his new father-in-law performing the ceremony at the Holy Church of the Virgin Mary.

As the happy couple departed the church, the ruddy-faced, yet happy villagers converged outside to meet them, and collectively the celebrated with the now famous Cheer:


"SHUT THE FUCK UP, LORD RAFFLES. ANYONE CAN DO THIS CRAP, NOW GO AND FIND A NEW FUCKING GIMMICK!"
 
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I am a Transient Phenomenon: the Doorman of the 21st century... one by one you will all come to realize this in the coming months, and one by one you will succumb to an overwhelming urge to submit...

I have willed everything I want into existence, and thus far have surpassed in achievement anything that the minority of skeptics and petty minded critics, armed only with their far reaching post counts could have dreamed of. The army which I have formed grows from day to day; from hour to hour it grows more rapidly. EVEN NOW I HAVE THE PROUD HOPE THAT ONE DAY THE HOUR IS COMING WHEN THESE UNTRAINED BANDS OF ASSEXUALS WILL BECOME BATTALIONS, WHEN THE BATTALIONS WILL BECOME REGIMENTS AND THE REGIMENTS DIVISIONS, when the old cockade will be raised from the mire, when the old banners will once again wave before us: and then reconciliation will come in that eternal last Court of Judgment - the Court of God - before which I am ready to take my stand

You may declare me a failure a thousand times, but the Goddess who presides over the Eternal Court of History will with a smile tear in pieces your jealous accusations: for she declares me victorious!





BEDSLAM PREVAILS!
 
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