I have sent the following reply to the person I was dialoging with and
whom has hysterically mischaracterised my substantive view.
I will not enter into the futility of your response excepting to say
that I have a niece who has Filipino mother (the father of Dutch /
Friesian origins has had the sense to have a vasectomy) and I am
entitled to challenge you on facts your no Asian and no willy comments
as projections of your values which ought not be made in your profile.
But I have place them into the public arena by disseminating your
comments into Google Groups as part of my Christmas philanthropy and
will also in the next chapter of my book.
You can search for it under the title "YOUR BUTT IS SOMETHING TO BE
PROUD OF BOY!"
I have Manhunt Support Services contact me with a false characterisation
of my statements--that such a complaint is a malicious (and
unforgivable) act and is certainly not in keeping with your Christmas
tone of your msg.
Post by Andre Tice
The ultimate hypocrisy, gays celebrating Christmas.
Simple fact--all homosexuals will go to hell. Those who do not
celebrate Christmas will go to hell.
Rev. Samuel Harrigon -Good Old Gospel Ship Church
The escort said to me this morning as his homage and ability to
recognise my majesty in simplicity of being: "Dolf I just woke up and
want to say thank you for your understanding and patience."
I said, "I've had restful periods but no sleep as yet.
I'm still of the opinion, it was a great opportunity to meet you and
there was no more advantageous time than just before Christmas--and so
pleased that all issues of hospitality were so easy to organise.
I hope we catch up again. dolf"
He said, "U write like Charles Dickens. Was he on crack"
I said, "Language comes from inner being and experience--I don't have
any shame in the use of a wide vocabulary."
He said, "Touche!"
I said to my boy, "You know my sweet boy, he was jealous that I had a
boy like you. And that gave me a greater sense of satisfaction than his
cock would ever give.
I had conveyed to him that I had done much work in preparation by your
handiwork to his manhood.
He enjoyed my hospitality for 12 hours and wants me as a buddy--so
enamored was he."
He is Monet's equal and I will wash my body with the once used soap
which bears his impression of being so that when the scum of day is
washed away, he yet remains with me."
I had given him on CD ROM a copy of www-page and work in progress
representing some 16 years of labour, and said to him and another buddy
who because my welcome of him included his friends, "This is a work as
technological solution of a metaphysical, philosophical and theological
nature which is designed to use the provocation of sexuality as weapon
of war against religious militancy and provides the justification for
the adoption of legislative changes necessary to grant gays and lesbians
the right to marry.
And that this work has been undertaken by an individual who as a
statement of public record, engages in recreational sexual activity with
a multitude, so that gay men and lesbians who have aspirations for
marriage, may never claim by such act, any moral or integral superiority
or an act of fidelity towards the soul of another and against my
I have stood against the impiety and haughtiness which is gay culture
and excepting for a few whom I am most proud, for the rest I have no
Whilst I also have no female friends in my life, I do care enough about
my community. And during the course of disposing of insulin related
items as biological waste at the exchange, I was wished a Merry
Christmas by a woman there--so I went home and gave her a copy on CD ROM
Keep your soul sister, and Merry Christmas to you too.
I had given to my boy a copy of my book on CD ROM as a Christmas gift
for his 75 yo Grandmother who is Catholic with a knowledge that the
author of this work was the same individual who stood in defiance with
an escort as the only friends in support of the Gay and Lesbian Rainbow
Sash Protests against Roman Catholic refusal of communion.
I share a special bond with my boy. On the same ANZAC DAY he killed a
man, by recklessly throwing a glass and wounding him in the face, the
force so great that he stumbled back and struck his head as he fell.
The brain injury as swelling which resulted, then killed him.
My boy went to prison for 15 months, and if I were to fuck him in the
manner he was there--it would be considered abuse.
But I've told him that I'm looking forward to fucking him exceptionally
well he gets back.
He knows that I protested on that same ANZAC Day against the pornography
which was Private Jack Kovco's perverse premeditated conduct as
otherwise inconsequential life in making a video documentary of his
military service as self promotion--As grounds for his reckless and
intended behaviour in frustrating accepted policy on disarmament in the
company of others and his overtly repulsive effeminate mannerism as
contrivance of gay identity by prancing in underwear--He terminated his
He was no hero and I was glad his body did not make it back in time so
as to not interfere on the sensibilities of ANZAC Day. And neither was
my dawn watch with Today Program TV crew at the Briagolong War Memorial
a futile act.
Later that day, I stood in my own Rainbow Sash protest against the life
of private Jack Kovco--and in the course of which I was arrested and
lodged in the watch house until the ceremony of the day was undertaken.
I was struck with such force that it hurt for weeks afterwards. For
some considerable time, I was subject to humiliation by being placed in
the cage within the police vehicle immediately outside the hotel and to
the enjoyment of the patrons within. So I asked for God to take his
vengeance on them.
And I took solace in fact that God had previously for me, exercised his
power as providence by road kill (just meters away), a pedestrian who
staggered home one night just prior to my relocation there--the same man
who had insulted me as a gay man on the night I was making my decision
to live there, and went to the pub to meet the locals: I had bought him
a drink as a sop--drink and die was my desire for him that night.
It is a matter of record, as psychiatric notes in a medical file of my
voluntary undertaking such an assessment--and this medical opinion made
much of the fact that I was so disturbed at the conduct of private Jack
Kovco as the reckless conduct towards to the State as self harming
behaviour in putting a bullet to his head.
The psychiatrist could not comprehend any connectedness between the
events of Jack Kovco's fiasco and my own activities as cause for protest
in outrage to the offence to my sensibilities which Kovco's conduct
caused. And neither is he aware, that unless my twin-sister who worked
as a doctor's clinical nurse in that community and therefore personally
knew Jake Kovco's mother--that unless she recants her support of the
family view as the only and substantial reality to which they bow in
subservience, there is nothing further between us and I will not so much
as attend her funeral should she depart before me.
And on that ANZAC day, I have no doubt of God's handiwork as he mocked
them--the earth shook violently and three men were taken prisoner and
held for contempt in an underground mine. And in watch care of my soul
and that of my boy--a life was crushed that day.
And later there was a journalist deprived of life as well--one minute he
was standing by the mine in the company of his peers attending to a
story which held the nation anxious and the next he was dead.
And if I was to say that the Equal Opportunity Commissioner of Victoria
is deserving of such a bullet to the head, as I did in a document
written some 6 months earlier and given to my then General Practitioner
Dr. Mark Bloch of Holdsworthy House because I presumptuously believed
his Jewish heritage, would be of some merit in his capacity to
understand the document before him.
Without ever entering into any discussion (then or subsequent) on the
nature, purpose and intent of my 16 years labour then in progress and
some 700 km distance away from the Commissioner described by that
colourful reference, this perverse Jewish doctor, falsely characterised
my conduct as threatening and it resulted in six police breaking down
the door of my apartment-to forcibly arrest me. My protest of their
actions simply became justification for they're detaining me for
psychiatric assessment for a period of three weeks--I was released only
when I underwent a spinal lumber puncture so that a cerebral viral load
could be determined and the hypothesis disproved, that a disease state
was not having any consequential influence on my psychological health
and the non-existent ground which drove their claim for action.
Whilst subject to that administrative process as the pleasure of the
State, my apartment remained unsecured and I was burgled and subject to
a loss of some $16,000. And no-one wishes to be accountable for that loss.
I had a discussion with my guest as escort about his experience with my
previous General Practitioner. And specifically of my considerations to
take legal him and whether I ought to embitter my life by that action
consuming it all.
He was also present and my counsellor, when my Jewish neighbour SMS'd me
and characterised my description of the strata of male / female
transformative prototypes as mathematical descriptors of daemons which
comprise the Grapple Cube."
My Jewish neighbour: "Is this a joke?"
I said, "No it is actually true and factual and supported by empirical
My Jewish neighbour: "Ok. I read it 5 times and still didn't get it.
Too much jargon and too information dense for me."
I said, "You don't even understand Kabbalah so what is your opinion worth?"
My Jewish neighbour: "Wow, arrogant AND pretentious? Nice."
I said, "Not at all, if you had an understanding of the basic model of
Kabbalah you would known the elements of that structure.
I showed you the two books on this area of Kabbalah focus by Rabbi Aryeh
My Jewish neighbour: "When? Over Grindr while I was out wandering the
streets? I don't remember that but granted it isn't a niche I'm at all
I said, "When you came to my apartment and had sex.
The two chapters which deal with the subject are conveyed in the
Cruising and Mens Rea tabs of my www-page."
All that I need do is hold my previous General Practitioner Mark Bloch
in public disdain--neither my boy who killed a man on ANZAC Day and my
own protest of the day are matters we should have shame over--But there
is contempt to our Australia values which Doctor Mark Bloch has shown by
his lack of regard as a grievance of soul, he will not live with any
hope for eternity and his privileged life in our society will now cease
because to them he must give account.
And today I have set that course in motion by responding to the cultural
values expressed in a Manhunt profile, by an Elizabeth Bay neighbour as
a 33yo gay man of "Lithuanian, German, Filipino and Spanish" heritage.
CANGANTISMO said, "Up to meet guys for social connection or fun. I'm
creative and like film. Been living in Brisbane most of the year. Now
back and glad to be so.
Message me if you want me to unlock face pics, or have something fun to
say. I'm not perfect and I don't expect you to be -- but I do love to
connect with people who are intelligent and playful.
Pls don't message me if your only photos are of your willie. We're all
male, after all.
Also, a little note to those who have "no asians" on their profile: I'm
part Lithuanian, part German, part Filipino*, part Spanish. I'll leave
you to puzzle over the ratio if that's important to you"
I said, "I've got some news for you mate:
When one see's a man with a good sized cock having a piss by a tree in
Kings Cross, the best thing to do is star and say nice cock dude. And
man with a with a sense of pride in their manhood would have pleasure in
I have nothing to do with any gay asian (Chinese particularly but non
exclusively) because they have no connectedness with their culture as
knowledge of I Ching and Dao Te Ching as regimes of regulated governance
and belief which to have been abandoned under communism.
As there remains common attribute of mind between us--I don't regard
them. I raise this in debate with one individual asian and had to
concede my point.
My advice as a person of Dutch / Friesian heritage which as a mindset
and lifestyle in this country is always depreciated by Australians of
Anglo-Celtic origins and especially of immigrants--the notion of
indigenous dutch australians doesn't even enter into Australian
vernacular as lexicon.
Whilst a bastard status of yours as cesspool conglomeration is viewed as
a virtue--it is not and neither ought our superior heritage and values
be values be impugned by your barbarism.
I have after all a model of soul and eternity which is able to exercise
a mode of exclusion as revenge on those societies which produced you as
probably a catholic dog.
So shut the fuck up, and modify your profile."
CANGANTISMO said, "Will I shut up, and will I modify my profile? In a
Fortunately for me, my profile is something you do not have control
over. So, if you have a big investment in other people modifying
themselves to fit your ideals, then you deserve the disappointment that
is your just reward.
Some information for you:
1) I Ching/ Dao Te Ching originates from a Chinese tradition. There are
other asian countries besides China, which have different cultural/
2) Not all asian countries have a political history that includes
communism. This is particularly true of south-east asian countries.
3) You seem to have misunderstood my profile. The point I am making is
that genetic heritage does not predispose a person to particular
personality traits or ideologies. People should be taken as they are at
Having a particular racial makeup does not mean that you should then be
assigned a specific cultural ideal to live up to. To use a concrete
example: I was born in the Philippines to a Filipina mother --> I do not
deserve to be accused of betraying Daoist ideals through communism.
Surely this is just common sense.
4) Your statements are not "news to me". The kind of rant I have just
heard from you is not unique or particularly inspired. It's not as
though I haven't encountered people like you before.
So anyway, chill out and have a good Christmas. And might I suggest
engaging in a few hobbies that might help with anger management."
I said, "There is no common ground between you and I. And there is now
included an antagonistic to our Australian values as ANZAC
heritage--which will reduce you to silence: this is my Christmas story 2011.
You substantiate my claim that gay men particularly in the Kings Cross /
Darlinghurst area are not worth knowing--And I will not accept their
haughtiness or any Asian persons making claims on our freedom when you
have no modesty about your lack of piety as repentance--There is no
regard between us. And I will hold firmly those views until there a
proper dignity afforded to my own actions.
Neither my boy nor I have to feel any sense of shame in having
transgressed values which are most sacred as our ANZAC tradition--but
you are antagonistic to those traditions and there will be no joyous
peace of soul for you.
The force of public opinion about the truth of this story, will
invariably have a consequence upon you.
Merry Christmas to my friends and I hope you like my gift.