#GWOBs: Samantha Morton's abuse: A cautionary tale for Scottish women? @Guardian
One of the advantages of living in Ulster improper (by which I mean any of the three Ulster counties excluded from Ulster proper by the Government of Ireland Act 1920) is that you can get any of the Brit papers handy enough, especially in the likes of North Monaghan with its significant Protestant & Unionist population. And so I've just finished reading the lead articles in today's Guardian which relate to the child sex abuse scandal in Nottingham and the Scottish Independence vote. Not the 'Defence of the Union Vote', mind you which some would portray it as. My key point of contention is the curious interplay between the lead articles because the real struggle now in terms of achieving Scottish Independence lies in winning Scottish women over. So is it any accident that the Guardian leads with Samantha Morgan's revelations as to her own childhood abuse issues ahead of the title 'Union hanging by thread as yes camp narrows gap'? I've something to say about all of this so I guess I best say it before September 18th.
The childhood abuse visited of my own family home was due to a complex interplay of forces both within and without the home but lets just consider the forces within the home. My father - since deceased - did not want his second son and name sake to be Gay. But Maurice - my older brother - is Gay and is a significant mentoring business figure within his own community in Greenwich Village (NY) where he made his living as a publican and property dealer. Maurice - and his partner Sal - were among the first to obtain a civil partnership licence recently upgraded to a marriage certificate. If Maurice has issues with his homosexuality it lies with the bizarre circumstances within the family by which my parents and siblings apparently decided it would be better for the family and for me if I were gay, instead, so that Maurice could get on with the business propagating the family tree while I was 'Priested'. So they literally tried to get me take his place through a series of interventions the worst of which was my farming out to an odd-ball English bachelor car sales man who befriended the family in guise of canoeing instructor. A man who I would essentially be parceled out to over a series of holidays and excursions from the age of 12 till my 18th. birthday by which time I had developed persistent mental health issues masked by my addictive personality. Norman took me to Nottingham in the Seventies, among other places, way back when Samantha was making her way down her Mother's Fallopian tubes no doubt giving a top-notch performance as is her norm. I was progressively groomed into sharing a bed with Norman for reasons he constructed with my parents 'apparent', consent. Having been sent away initially with my two siblings - Maurice and my twin Peter - the others were withdrawn and I was left to fight my corner on my own in a brand new pair of snugly fitting Speedos. Hindsight has been my task master since because Norman arrived on the scene just three years after my twin brother's sexual grooming and serial abuse. A confounding event with complex out-workings for me which made the ongoing risk exposure even more difficult to comprehend much less believe or relate to. I was being subtly terrorized into sexual submission and subservience without my knowing in a very intentional and planned manner. The point was within the developing dynamic (my twins need to level the playing pitch not to mention avoid being victim all over again; my older brothers need to retreat from his emergent homosexuality; and my older siblings and parents shared desire to peg Paul as the queer 'Priestly Boy') I was charged as the boy liege of the latest Uncle Tom Cobley type family attachment. Today I am roundly rejected and alienated from and by all because the seed of that dynamic has found new expression in the matriarchal desire to advance the family around the success narrative defined by fertility, socialization, integration, status and success. (Just to throw some assorted verbiage at it). It matters little because I'm enjoying the down time and using it to redefine my direction and priorities.
And so I wish to offer a seemingly confounded Samantha Morton - and her 1'400 fellow victims in Rotherham - this insight. Institutional child sex abuse is not accidental it has a specific motive and a polemic to do with predetermining or heavily influencing a persons emergent sexual orientation and proclivities in favour of the needs of the abusers of the day and the interests they serve. In Ireland vocation formation was the over-riding defining social ambition both of the Church and of the pious clergy classes who were diverse in terms of their social profile whether urban/rural or working/middle or any combination thereof. So in my case my parents and mentors saw the opportunity to kill two birds with the one stone which was to gain a priest while ensuring that my Father's name was carried forward by his namesake Maurice. But the plot went sour and neither outcome was achieved. The point is there was a clear motive and here's the kicker: the pederasts were not only grooming they too were being groomed by the institutional Church, the State and a seethingly ambitious Piety. (I use the term 'Piety', rightly or wrongly because it was essentially a class defined by Faith. As for 'Seethingly', just trying to make an oblique Mr Kipling reference there). In-any-case, in the case of Rotherham, the motive was clearly to recruit children into prostitution by sexing and/or sexulaising them early in a manner intended to release there inner 'Nymph'. The two part film simply titled Nymphomaniac starring Charlotte Gainsboro is worth watching in that regard.
So it seems to me Samantha was being prepped for prostitution by her carers to be fed out to Pakistani pedophiles though that thought has plainly not been processed by her yet. Obviously someone is paying the workers in the care system - and those planning the location of the homes - large amounts of dosh to deliver the service in a manner likely to produce prostitutes. Samantha's confusion seems to lie with the fact that she was not overtly raped merely sexualised. But that's the point Sam cept for the process to have worked you were supposed to go outside, onto the streets, in an attempt to liberate your inner Nymph at which point the sexual accusations are all on you. As it is they are already implying your meteoric rise to fame was due to your sexual disposition as much as your talent. But that's a nudder matter entirely Mrs Morton because we live in very liberated society; a society which has no issue maintaining a world wide porniverse online 24/7 for every living soul to be implicated by and insinuated into. And the Mafia need fodder for that project too just as the Church did for there's; just as the gambling casinos need gamblers. (No marks for guessing what the clientele profile of your typical gambling casino looks like). And the politicians stand and serve the project in the practiced pose of 'Traditional, obsequious, crafty, money-grabbing bastard'. Best enjoy your life Samantha and dam the begrudgers because this will be a hard fought battle should you chose to fight it. My advice is to raise your family, enjoy your career and leave it to hairy arsed cannon fodder like me to plough that battlefield for you. I am so sick and tired of this appalling viral narrative of the intentional sexual abuse, programming and exploitation of pubescent youth that I have no problem being the proverbial 'Destroyer of worlds', bringing me nicely onto the link with Scottish Independence vote.
What the Guardian is not saying is that the British child care system is plainly hopelessly compromised and has been for some time. That it has become a recruitment ground for prostitution and that the location of homes - many intentionally located within Redlight districts - is no accident of market forces. Just to get away from Team Scotland and Better Together, the opposing sides in the Scottish Independence debate, Scottish Truthers (plus @DavidIcke and his likes) have been getting at the extent to which the British judiciary and system/political class have been corrupted by pederasty and pedophilia. It seems to go back to the Thatcher era and the bridgehead or convergence point she created between the institutional Catholic & Anglican Communions, the Establishment and Political Classes. A nexus point men like Jimmy Saville used to traffic their victims along rat runs just out of plain sight. And to think I got to play a walk on part in that war too: sure I'm am made man Sam. David Icke has been digging at the rot in this royal root for years but is marginalised due to his strange belief in extra-terrestrial reptilian life. So my advise to the women of Scotland, who are progressively turning to support the Scottish Independence vote, is to consider carefully the hint the Guardian is making; which is that the British child care system is being used to foster mafia sponsored prostitution. Why? Because the phrase 'Youth is wasted on the young', has a darker meaning to it too. Some would simply take it from you for a laugh and with it your self-respect and any chance you ever had of being well within yourself.
Scotland needs to be in control of it's own social services and Scottish women need to secure that control by voting Yes overwhelmingly. David Cameron makes it to address 'Scottish Widows', but not to 'Scottish Prostitutes'. Guess he didn't see the merit of that photo-op but the warning signs are all there. The writing is on the wall and just about on the typeface too. What a dread it would be for Scottish women to discover, only later-on this year, the full implications of the Savillie Enquiry: that Saville was just the King Rat in an underworld which intentionally processed and fed off human waste. That Pederasty & Pedophilia are the perverse faces of the Fascism rank within the British Institutional Establishment. The wonder from a Catholic perspective is how Pope John Paul II ever made it to sainthood having made Thatcher a Knight of the Catholic Church and herself having seen to Savile's knighthood. As to why the Queen is being silent well the sewers also travel to Buckingham Palace so I guess she's trying to protect her own Tush. 'Hello what's this vile beastie from the netherworld attached to my derriere'?
A Yes for Scottish Independence is a vote against institutional child sex abuse and the prepping of vulnerable adolescents for prostitution. It is also plainly a vote against inherited systems of patriarchal control.The Scottish Sterling, which Alex Salmond referred to, is already circulating in Ulster proper. I lodged two Scottish £50 notes last week in the AIB in Monaghan. The Bank clerk, never having seen the rather impressive notes before, had to check a catalog to verify there existence. But sure enough there they were picture perfect so perhaps this a well kept bankers secret. It really wont matter in the end because the Union will persist in one form or another. My thought lies with Ulster improper getting together with Ulster proper at some point to re-consummate the original nine county Ulster formation. And a word to Samantha Morton by way of conclusion. As a 13yr old girl two male care workers had no right to undress you and sexually stimulate and favour you whatsoever even if they are now saying it merely constituted 'Frolicking'. You were not some Filly in the field to be trot about. That was your moment, your discovery and your gift to gift to your chosen one when you were ready to explore it and gift it; up to which point your clitoris was and remains your own to stimulate or not as you chose. But you got there in the end and found your Mister Right, which is the main thing. Don't worry too much about all this bullshit just keep making good TV while others bury these bastards, all their likes and all of their lies, in the institutional rubble of regret.
And well done to the Guardian for living up to its title. This really is guarding the only realm that really matters: the realm of consciousness. That's a point the 'Better Together', tribe ought see and get with because we are going to be together regardless. Let the People be the Realm!
(Just as a curious afterthought with reference to @DavidIcke and his reptilian theory. The home in which Samantha Morton was abused was called 'Redtiles', which she pronounces curiously like 'Reptiles'. A reference to reptiles being from Mars there David not Saturn. Just a curious point of schizo-fonetics I thought I'd point to).