Harassment from Nazis

As I noted a while ago, a local far-right group called Australia First had (wrongly) decided I’m the person behind a blog that opposes them. The story was covered here (I’m the unnamed “incorrectly identified man”).

Anyway, after I got lawyers and threatened to sue them, they’ve admitted they were wrong.

However, rather bizarrely, they now say that the person who they thought I was, is in fact my brother, and that I’m partly responsible for the blog. They’ve also stated they’re going to delete various articles, but (so far) haven’t actually deleted them.

I can’t decide whether they truly believe what they’re saying, or are ‘playing silly buggers’ in the hope that I’ll get worn out and give up.

I am a bit worn out, but I’m not giving up. From what I can see, the material on their site is still libelous. So, unless they make further changes, it’s off to court.

Further stages in the fall of a great empire.

Some time after the appearance of the Harbingers, a madness will effect all women in the capital, such that they attempt to eat their own infants. This may be ended by extraordinary supplications to the gods, such as the building of great temples filled with precious stones.

Then the rulers will go mad with cruelty, having the innocent torn apart by wild horses. They will believe passers-by to be trees or vines, and mutilate them with axes

Then the women of the capital again become mad and eat their own infants- or, if their infants are already eaten, themselves- but this time there will be no remedy.

Then the women will become birds, the land will become barren, and the empire will fall.

(thanks to noisms for his research on this topic)

From Imajica

It was the pivotal teaching of Pluthero Quixos, the most celebrated dramatist of the Second Dominion, that in any fiction, no matter how ambitious its scope or profound its theme, there was only ever room for three players. Between warring kings, a peacemaker; between adoring spouses, a seducer of a child. Between twins, the spirit of the womb. Greater numbers might drift through the drama, of course–thousands in fact–but they could only ever be phantoms, agents, or, on rare occasions, reflections of the three real and self-willed beings who stood at the center. And even this essential trio would not remain intact, or so he taught. It would steadily diminish as the story unfolded, three becoming two, two becoming one, until the stage was left deserted.

Needless to say, this dogma did not go unchallenged. The writers of fables and comedies were particularly vociferous in their scorn, reminding the worthy Quixos that they inevitably ended their own tales with a marriage and a feast. He was unrepentant. He dubbed them cheats and told them they were swindling their audiences out of what he called the last great procession, when, after the wedding songs had been sung and the dances danced, the characters took their melancholy way off into darkness, following each other into oblivion.

Clive Barker.