FLUORIDE WASTE DISPOSAL PROJECT

To afford a house I had to move to the backwoods: Lincoln.  

In 1982 I became the first person to notice that since 1970 people had been force-fed waste from Fisons fertiliser factory at Immingham.  Europe's largest phosphate plant had run out of room for it.

I hope solar panel production won't mean more fluoridated people.  The first symptom of silicofluoride effluent surpluses is PR people.  Experts are worried about the average state of average people's teeth, they will say.

Dentists can earn more fixing teeth damaged by fluoride than by filling holes.  But to swallow this fluoridation story you have to believe dentists support it.  So why did they want to put themselves out of business?

If there were any pro-fluoride experts they must have been hiding all those 20 years.  Behind the chemical alteration of Lincoln's feti with this neurodevelopmental toxin were only banal pen-pushers who were too scared of looking ridiculous to debate with me.

That's how weak Lincoln's MP, Anglian Water and  Lincoln City Council's basis for fluoridating people was.  The usual way we deal with official neighbourhood poisonings is to pretend it isn't happening.  Mine is to satirise unsafe totalitarian pseudoscience.  I made some hideously inauthentic freemasons' lives hell and hell, I'm proud of that. 

You can live well off dumping waste in Lincoln's arteries. You can't earn a penny opposing it.  A neo-nazi stabbed me in the neck. The cops let him get away.  My partner's daughter's adult teeth never grew properly. The bin men wouldn't take my rubbish.  Lincoln's fluorocrats made me an unperson.  Life was impossible.  I sold up and went.

Are you a bit of a mug when it comes to fluoridation?  Take this simple test to find out if you think like a human being or a woolly-brained fluorocratic bumblebum.                        Look at the photo.                         Do you see an area?  Can you spot a man?  And I expect you noticed some water.                        Area.                Man.                 Water.               Now think very very carefully.                     Which one of these three has teeth?                    Are they yours?                Are they public?                      If you easily answered MAN NO NO you are a perfectly normal person.             Your common sense is its own reward - you won't get a job fluoridating people or any money reward with those answers.                          But maybe you feel uneasy right now instead.                   Perhaps the truth is that you avoided a direct answer?                    Sadly, these are the classic symptoms of woolly-minded fluorocratic bumblebumdom.                  As a sufferer you are a dangerously smug apparatchik, over-obedient and addicted to damaging behaviour.             With your arrogant thoughtlessness you are potentially capable of a profitable chemical attack on babies in the womb for the greater good of the superphosphate industry.                     My unpaid job is to make you look again and again until you get the answers right.                Until then I will relentlessly take the piss out of your organisation and you personally in any medium I choose.                   Probably you only fell into this latter-day Lysenkoism out of a misguided sense of professional duty.                 You feel you can hide your intellectual laziness behind your company logo.             You do not see yourself as part of a program for chemically altering populations in areas with water supplies.                   Cults can be dangerous.                  Fortunately there is a cure.                 Woolly-minded fluorocratic bumblebums can use this simple cult de-programming technique.               Whenever you see the phrase "fluoridated water" repeat "Water does not have any teeth" ten times.               If you hear something about a "fluoridated area" say "Areas do not have any teeth" ten times.                    Try it now, out loud.                                                                                            Go on.                      Tell the others at the secret meeting.               Of course, that takes courage.               And the will to oppose lazy groupthink.               You weren't hired for that.

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DIRTY CHICKEN FACTORY PROJECT

Owning fab intellectual properties like solarpanel.si involved me living near a big smelly Slovenian chicken factory.  

For a small-town mentality you need only two things: a small town, and a mentality.  

Throughout a century of royalist, nazi, communist and capitalist administrations the stench of drying blood and boiling guts has  pumped out over the charming, historic little town, unabated.  

Slovenia's a traditional family-oriented society with statues of Jesus in every village.  With their sex hangups intact the very friendly Slovenians are too timid for protests.  Anyway to protest about rendering stenches in Chickentown, they'd need official permission...from the same people they'd be protesting about.  

One guy did campaign once but had his tyres slashed.  Finally someone arrived without relatives in town. Lacking any chicken genes I was able to confront the situation: www.aaa.si.  

The stinky haze has diminished in frequency and maybe intensity.  But now, hiding in some animal feed,  it is seeking revenge.  With its greasy fingers in the 2012 EPK, Perutnina Ptuj has been busy warning local Christians on the chicken gravy train about the dangers of the wrong, foreign type of arts.

No tourism please, we're drinking