I seem to have buried the lede in a recent post

The lede subsequently clawed its way out of the grave and is now staggering and lurching and groaning about “brainzzz” through the Riddled archives, where it blends in perfectly and is hard to locate.

The post concerned itself with ITNJ member John Walsh, who is a real-world person and not a character I plagiarised from an unwritten Tom Sharpe novel; and Alex Wymarra and his invisible friends - the 'United Tribal Nations' and the 'Treaty Council'. It alluded in passing to a little pompom-shaking cheerleadership story in the Australian, about a land-lease co-prosperity agreement between Bill Moss (retired banker turned medical advocate) and the Gudang-Yadhaykenu tribal grouping.

Recently the 2000-odd members of the tribe regained title of 360,000 hectares of land that no-one else wanted at the Northern tip of Queensland, making them a prime target for carpet-baggers and monorail salesmen. Hence the Australian item... clearly a press release written by Bill Moss or Alex Wymarra and baited for the editors with introductory paragraphs about Gubblement ineptitude and the virtues of private enterprise / private philanthropy, to ensure they stovepiped it straight into publication with the signature of Turi Condon (who is the real-estate columnist for the newspaper and therefore need not fear losing dignity or self-respect).

Former Macquarie Group banker Bill Moss and a group of trad­itional land owners have struck a deal over a vast area of land at the tip of far north Queensland, hoping­ to do what no government has managed and create an economic ­future for indigenous communities.
Mr Moss and the Gudang-Yadhaykenu clan native title holders, which have about 2000 family members living on the Cape York land and others living around the country, aim to lease out parts of the 360,000ha to ­establish tourism and agriculture businesses, with a proportion of the funds going to indigenous trusts for education, health and employment.
This will be a business venture, with a social and charitable outcome, but without government involvement, Mr Moss said.
“We don’t need the government. My experience is that everything is then caught up in bureaucratic red tape. This is a business model,’’ he said.

Set in stone

Some Wikieditor copied the link into the Yadhaykenu Whackyweedia page so now it is set in the stone of social reality. We also find Wymarra repeating his account of the deal, and foreseeing a radiant future of tourism development and monorails, in a dictation session interview sockpuppeted through Paul Gregoire at the latter's blog. Alternative Journalist Gregoire types commendably well for someone whose right hand is perpetually upraised in a clenched-fist salute of righteousness, but I digress.

The Treaty Council organised an economic treaty agreement between the Gudang-Yadhaykenu people of Far Northern Queensland and former Macquarie Group banker Bill Moss in February last year.
The deal involves the local native title holders leasing out 360,000 hectares of land in the northernmost region of Cape York to establish tourism and agricultural businesses.

A band of Alternative Journalists
Note upraised clenched-fist salutes

A different version of events was written for an actual news service by an actual journalist, who asked questions and interviewed people, so it offers details about the priorities of the locals and what they hope to see out of the deal. The author notes that rather than representing the tribe (as in his own account), Alex Wymarra was on Bill Moss' team as an advisor... it is possible that he worked both sides of the street, which is economical but has down-sides.

Indigenous land owner representatives of Gudang Yadhaykenu nations earlier this year [...] teamed up with Financial expert Bill Moss AO and his team from Boston Leisure and Tourism and the Northern Cape Group.
Bill Moss is the former CEO of Australia’s Maquarie Bank and head of Boston Leisure & Tourism and Co-Chairman of The Northern Cape Group. He was represented by his team led by his N.C.G. Co Chairman Alex Wymarra.

Inquiring minds are led to wonder, "What is this 'Boston Leisure & Tourism' group?" Also, "Why is all this of any possible interest to the Riddled readership?" But the Riddled mission statement has not been published in the Whackyweedia so it is not set in stone... also the whole story features journalistic dereliction at the Murdoch Press and that always ensues the hilarity.

Confusingly, the entity also operates as the Boston Indigenous Leisure & Tourism. Domains were staked out on the Interducts for BILT-related websites, but they remain as desolate, vacant building lots, frequented only by crickets and the occasional prowling dingo. And there does exist a BILT FaceBorg entry, which was fleetingly active in March last year at the time of peak Moss-deal publicity before slumping back into desuetude. This is not the philanthropic / entrepreneurial vigor that we expect from a player. "Desuetude" turns out not to mean "deprived of suet", by the way chiz chiz.

So we come to one Jason Irvine -- named in those news stories as BILT Executive Director. Also "Director of Business Development" and Core-Team member at FSHD Global (Bill Moss' medical-research philanthropy / fund-raising foundation).

Jason has had a career in business management in the areas of sport, leisure and tourism. He currently works part-time with FSHD Global as our Business Development Manager. For the balance of the week Jason wears his other work hat as CEO of Boston Leisure and Tourism, a company focused on creating strategic partnerships with Indigenous groups which will create important education and wealth opportunities for local communities.

In contrast to BILT, FSHD does have a functional website... one that has been recently cleansed of almost all acknowledgements of Jason Irvine's existence.

My commitment to the causes of accuracy and exhaustive completion obliges me to note that according to his FB page, Jason moved on to a new job in May 2018... that is to say, his ZoomInfo record and LinkedIn entry are out-of-date and lying jades. I am further compelled to observe that last year's fraud charges against him ("knowingly dealing with the proceeds of crime, dishonestly obtaining property by deception, and acting with intent to pervert the course of justice") were dismissed as insufficiently conclusive. Though the magistrate was not well-pleased with Mr Irvine's shenanigans, which were "deeply troubling" and "very strongly suggestive of guilt". The back-story there was a complicated made-for-TV saga of money-laundering and illegal payments in the foopball industry, involving Irvine and more than one generation of Moss, details of which are TL;DW. I am just here to congratulate the Gudang-Yadhaykenu tribe on their choice of business partnership.

The best-case scenario would be for the 50-year land-lease deal to be forgotten and never mentioned again... apart from another round of invoices from the negotiators, and another impassioned communiqué from Alex Wymarra (channeled through Greg Pauloire) about paternalistic bureaucracies keeping indigenous peoples in dependency by stifling their right to exploit their own assets.

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We had hoped for more whacky hijinks from the 
judicial-robe cosplayers of the ITNJ, Uncle Smut.

Nag nag nag. Content yourselves with this recent public preening, capitalising on the West Island Pry Minster's grudging apology to the victims of institutional church-based child abuse, in which Chief Justice Sir John Walsh of Brannagh co-opts it as a vindication of the ITNJ's business model (i.e. begging for money to help them publicise imaginary crimes).

Prime Minister Scott Morrison issued the national apology at parliament, in front of hundreds of victims and advocates of this horrific generational complex. The apology earmarks a sea-change in the willingness of the establishment to acknowledge such crimes, not least because in Australia some of the highest ranking people in government institutions themselves have been named as alleged perpetrators of historic child sex abuse.
The fact that the Prime Minister included in his address the term ‘ritual abuse’ was another victory for campaigners and advocates of truth and disclosure in this arena. Ritual abuse indicates the more nefarious aspect of child sex abuse, as it encompasses and acknolwedges [sic] the occultic Satanic element, which is vital in understanding the true pathology of historical child sex abuse.
The ITNJ, its justices, commissioners, and trustees thoroughly applaud the Australian government for taking this historic stance and have extended to Prime Minister Morrison an offer to cooperate and assist with any ongoing inquiries or investigations.

The numpties of the Morrison Gubblement have prior form for slack-jawed credulity in the face of self-conferred titles (or perhaps it is just professional courtesy), so it is possible that they did indeed waste one of the limited seats at the Federal Parliament event on this disbarred deadbeat.

And I am Marie of Romania

I am not saying that the West Island ex-Foreign Minister is a gullible barmpot, but Julie Bishop is probably not the ideal person to put in charge of delicate Magic-Beans-for-Cows trade negotiations. A few months ago, her mouth fell open at the sight of a camera and she posed for a photo-op with 'Chief Justice' 'Sir' 'Duke' 'Dr' John Walsh 'of Brannagh', blessing the International Tribunal of Natural Justice with her approval... blithely incognizant that the ITNJ is a troupe of jurisprudential dress-up moochers [the judges would have also have accepted "legalist LARPers"] who declare "hearings" and regurge the fabulations of griefer self-dramatists as a misery-en-scene for their fundraising scampaigns. Also, Mr John Walsh's aristocratic / professional stylings are self-conferred and are roughly as felicitous as my claim to be Pope John XX.

But Uncle Smut, who are Elizabeth and Alex Wymarra ("Treaty Council of the First Nation Peoples") in that photo?

That is an excellent question, little ventriloquy voice, which we would have asked at the time of the last posting, were the Riddled editorial staff not distracted by the prospect of the Special Mountain-Oyster Stout (may contain dried jellyfish) being cask-broached at the Old Entomologist.

A more recent press-release confirms the existence of an understanding and a working relationship, with this 'Treaty Council' and the United Tribal Nations - representing the entirety of Australian Aboriginal and Torres-Strait-Islander First Nations - subjecting themselves to the jurisdiction of the Judicial-Robe Cosplayers.

[h/t Steved]

TREATY COUNCIL (FOR THE UNITED TRIBAL NATIONS) AUSTRALIA

As of its recent meeting in Melbourne, Australia, members of the Treaty Council unanimously passed the following resolution:

“The Treaty Council accepts the exclusive jurisdiction of the International Tribunal for Natural Justice in relation to any and all legal or jurisdictional or human rights or commercial disputes which may arise. It is proposed that local and national disputes be determined according to indigenous lore and custom, as may be appropriate and that international disputes be determined according to the national law of the parties, as may be appropriate, all such taking into account the dictates of the natural law and justice as appropriate and just in all the circumstances.”

The Treaty Council under the jurisdiction of The International Tribunal for Natural Justice, an International Court, will enable economic partnerships with domestic and international corporations, in a fair and equitable way.
The Treaty Council was established to assist the First Nations People of The Great Southern Land, now known as Australia, the oldest continuous living culture on earth. The Treaty Council will also represent on request the Sovereign First Nations People worldwide.

Alex Wymarra
Treaty Council

Here the United Tribal Nations have acquired a logo, recognisably of the same design as the emblemata of the ITNJ and all the other start-up entities comprising Sacha Stone's portfolio of pelf. That is, it was born of the unnatural union of a mandala and a biohazard pictogram.

Apart from that, though, neither the UTN nor the Treaty Council have websites, or webprints, or evidence of staff or members other than Alex Wymarra and known fraudster John Walsh.

"...the independent Treaty Council [is] comprised of Alex and Elizabeth Wymarra, members of the Gudang Yadhaykenu clan, along with a consortium of business consultants, constitutional legal experts and international corporate investors."

Inquiring minds within a comment thread at Hoaxtead Research uncovered a fawning interview of Wymarra qua his Treaty Council persona, by Paul Gregoire, or possibly Greg Pauloire. For some reason it is hosted on the webstore of a Sydney firm of ambulance-chasers. Greg Pauloire (or possibly Paul Gregoire) is an Independent Journamalist, who used to contribute to Vice (ending in 2016), and his pieces still appear sporadically in The Big Smoke. He means well in a Smash-the-System way, and his heart is in the right place, but the whereabouts of his brain are an enduring mystery... any display of Freedom-to-the-People politics renders him as credulous as Ex-Minister Bishop (evidently his journalistic training skipped over the part about "asking skeptical questions of potential grifters").

Last month, at a meeting in Melbourne, the Treaty Council passed a resolution recognising the jurisdiction of the International Tribunal for Natural Justice at Westminster. For those who are unaware, can you explain what this institution is?

The ITNJ is an international tribunal formed to apprehend the abuses and tyranny of systems and institutions, restore truth and reason to the delivery of justice in the world, and uphold natural justice as the foundational tenet off human expression beyond the artifice of borders and boundaries.
In short, the Treaty Council and the ITNJ are working to give voice to the voiceless.
Many Indigenous nations are making applications through the Treaty Council seeking to have their declaration of independence recognised by the International Tribunal for Natural Justice, an international tribunal as opposed to the current National Native Tribunal.
The Treaty Council has an extensive network utilising the skills of international constitutional lawyer Sir John Walsh of Brannagh, as well as media, compliance, security, integrity, health, education, legal, banking, engineering, IT and other capabilities.

Then there was this clue to the backstory:

You’re a member of the Gudang-Yadhaykenu clan. In February last year, your community entered into an economic treaty with former Macquarie Group banker Bill Moss.
How has this deal been developing over its first two years?

The momentum from many of our nations’ tribes coming together – including our neighbouring tribes Atempaya and Angamuti, who together form the Apudthama Sate nation – has generated an excitement, which results from the recognised ownership of our shared nation state area.

Sure enough, Wymarra presents himself as a Sydney envoy for the Gudang-Yadhaykenu tribal grouping (up in the Deep North of banana-bender country): their spokesman, and salesman of their assets. There is a Faceborg page, nominally the diary of the tribal grouping, in practice devoted to activities of the Wymarra family and the ITNJ. There is no-one to contradict the Wymarra claim of representation (which is enhanced by the visibility of Elizabeth Wymarra as an actress on the video box). so it was enough to convince the Murdoch Press that Alex had been the key negotiator - on behalf of Gudang-Yadhaykenu - in a deal with ex-businessman / philanthropist Bill Moss [text of Australian article here]. In other accounts of the deal, Alex played a minor role as part of Moss' team.

Bill Moss and the Wymarra family have struck a deal

to secure employment opportunities on Cape York

Mr Wymarra has previously acted as Indigenous Consultant for another tribe, introducing the Wik Nation to a consortium of benevolent and altruistic Chinese businessmen who offered enticing dreams of co-prosperity, and negotiating between the parties. Alas, the deal subsequently went tits-up, due to being fake interference from the National Native Title Tribunal, who strive to keep indigenous peoples in economic thralldom:

The National Native Title Tribunal set up for the Native Titles Act deliberately dragged out the proceedings. Then with two days remaining in the 28 day public notification period, it drafted a letter which effectively killed the deal and essentially forced the local elders and representatives to sign the letter with already mentioned threats and intimidation.
...This is the reason why we have called in the ITNJ to recognise our autonomy for self-determined empowerment.

ITNJ to the rescue!

Wymarra is undaunted. Going back to the interview,

We are proceeding with projects including a 5 star resort hotel, eco-tourism, bottling water plant and cultural centre museum: to tell the true history of the massacres of our Gudang-Yadhaykenu ancestors by the Queensland state police magistrate Frank Jardine in the late 1800s.
Also, we have cruise ships visitation agreements, reviving Pajinka Paradise, housing projects, as well as some very exciting agriculture and aquaculture initiatives in the Gudang-Yadhaykenu area, which is one of the world’s largest land and sea areas under Indigenous ownership.

In comparison with these fantasies, Alex Wymarra's claim (qua his United Tribal Nations persona) to represent all First-Nations people does not seem so implausible after all. My current theory is that he was fishing off Cape York one day, and caught a magic wish-granting flounder.

Identity Parade

Are you a false cover persona, split away from 'your' other personality (as a genetic soldier or programmed assassin) through MKULTRA / MONARCH techniques of drugs and hypnosis and trauma and memory implant? How would you know? These questions often come up during late-night shuffleboard sessions at the Old Entomologist, on account of Another Kiwi and I bearing such a close physical resemblance to Arnold Schwartzenegger in his Douglas Quaid role and Matt Damon in the Jason Bourne franchise, respectively.

In that connection, it may be that you are unfamiliar with any of the dissociated personalities of Fiona Barnett, a West-Island griefer and victim of Attention Deficit. Despite her eagerness to tell you at great length about the Satanic Ritual torment she endured from her family and the rest of their Satanic Illuminati network -- designed to splinter her personality and train her Alters to be genetic-elite Delta Special Ops, working in the cause of the Derp State. I am not making this up.



Subsequently Fiona escaped from the cult and reintegrated those Alters enough to recover the dissociated memories of rape by Richard Nixon and Billy Graham... also Gough Whitlam and Bob Hawke (not at the same time)... the human sacrifices to Dagon and Moloch and Baal (not at the same time), and the slaughtered children and the cannibal feasts.... not to mention the thousands of kilometers of secret underground railways beneath the Australian desert, all the way to Pine Gap. I am not convinced that her Recovered-Memory therapy is really helping. However, it did make her a star in the Crank-Magnetised conspiracy-conglomerate zone of the alt-reality Youbtuba (though there is tough competition from up-and-coming young griefers with even more creative tales of trauma, and crowd-funding accounts of their own, so she should not rest on her laurels).

Not the ITNJ

In particular, Fiona brought herself to the attention of the courtroom-LARPers of the 'International Tribunal of Natural Justice' (previously covered at Riddled, your one-stop shop for background research!), i.e. a charivari of charlatans who piggyback on other people's fabrications. Now I had thought that even the shameless ITNJ scammers would have examined her plagiarised fabulation and thought "No, let's save our limited supply of credibility and not waste credence on this bullshitting fuckwit"... but I guess they know their target of donation-button suckers better than I do. Hark, then, to Fiona's "virtual hearing" testimony (i.e. a Skype session).

Chosen for her particular bloodline, high cognitive abilities and physical prowess, Fiona was a perfect subject for MK ULTRA mind control programming, which took place in numerous universities and underground facilities both in Australia and abroad. Other nightmarish crimes perpetrated upon her throughout her childhood include ritual abuse, torture, the witness of torture and murder, being dressed as a teddy bear whilst hunted for sport at the annual camp at ‘The Bohemian Grove.’
Fiona Barnett’s testimony provides a very clear and detailed picture of global child trafficking, which, she explains, “is run as a single coordinated operation through the CIA in collaboration with British and Australian Intelligence Services.”
In her testimony, she interweaves her personal account with a vast research-knowledge of the history, practices and interconnection between intel-agency child trafficking, Luciferianism, ritual abuse, and MK ULTRA mind control, all of which she witnessed and suffered at the hands of.
Fiona was eventually able to escape the cult and has since made numerous attempts to have her perpetrators brought to justice. Her story has been publicly derided and she has been prevented from leading any semblance of a normal life.
Her testimony was heard via a virtual sitting of the ITNJ’s Judicial Commission of Inquiry into Human Trafficking & Child Sex Abuse on 7th July, 2018, before Chief Justice, Dr. John Walsh of Brannagh, His Grace Bishop Riah Abu El Assal, ITNJ Commissioner Carine Hutsebaut, and ITNJ Trustees Reverend Dr. Nancy Ash and Connie Broussard.

Now I want a comedy series about a Super-Secret Gubblement / Luciferian agency, tasked with tracking the Elite Bloodline families so they can traumatise / brainwash the children thereof and mold them into super-intelligent super-fit warriors. Only the agency is rife with bureaucratic bumbling and sheer incompetence, so they muddle the files and end up recruiting Adelaide trailer-trash instead.

Ms Barnett's anamnesis belongs to a substantial, evolving literary tradition, which began with Philip K. Dick (so I choose to believe), with his drugged-out paranoia plots, and his feelings of inauthentic selfhood. "The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag" does not count because reasons. PKD's protagonists are always discovering that their memories are as spurious as their personalities... all implanted as a mask for a real identity that for some reason wanted to remain in concealment. This is now standard procedure for anyone retiring from covert intelligence agencies, or so I hear from a friend.

However, a significant landmark along the development of the genre was "The Control of Candy Jones", in 1976. Candy Jones' age-regressed memory-crafting was directed under hypnosis by her husband, who would have been aware of PKD's oeuvre through his day job as conspiracy-monger, as a pre-Alex Jones radio host. The conventions of the genre were still crystallising at the time, so Candy was only able to remember her alternative CIA-constructed personality to be an interrogation-proof spy courier, rather than an elite assassin or soldier. Also her narrative missed out the existence and details of MK-ULTRA (later retconned into the genre) because the program had not been publicised by 1976.

I am glad to report that Fiona Barnett recognises her source, and she pays homage to it by choosing "Candy Girl" as the title for the documentary / dramatisation that will some day be made about her life. No-one tell her about Colin Ross or Project Bluebird, or they will be woven into the mythos as well.

The 1920 peak of interest in MPD can be ascribed to
belated interest in Morton Prince' 1906 case-study

“Michelle Remembers” (1980; ably reviewed by El Coyote over at Hoaxtead) introduced its own twist of Satanic family ritual abuse as the rationale for the multiple-personality plot device. In fact "Michelle Remembers" is an offshoot of a second fictional tradition, which had been developing in parallel... the whole "childhood trauma = multiple personalities" genre, in which "Three Faces of Eve" begat "Sybil" begat "The Minds of Billy Mulligan" begat “When Rabbit Howls”. The line of descent is notable for the increasing number of Alters and the increasing severity of the triggering trauma, as literary conventions evolved and each author had to out-do previous imaginations. This MPD cultural phenomenon is a long-standing Riddled radition but it is far from exclusive to Riddled.




At some point the streams crossed. and the MKULTRA / BLUEBIRD literary thread merged with the Satanic Ritual Abuse belief-system in the maggot-ridden minds of conspiracy fans. The paranoid-ideation crowd are now unclear whether the engineers of the Dissociated-Personality Programmed Operatives are the Satanic Ritual Cults, or the Covert Gubblement Agencies... in fact the two are the same.
That's how we get ants Fiona Barnett.

In line with the old Riddled adage that one should always leave the reader wanting less, there was going to be a few more paragraphs here about Rachel McIntyre / Vaughan, who is one of the young challengers to Fiona's crown as Queen of the Fantasist Griefers. TL;DW. I might get motivated to write them tomorrow.

MK-ULTRA background outsourced to El Coyote at Hoaxtead Research.

Fiona Barnett background outsourced to El Coyote at Hoaxtead Research.

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Update: IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE PROPHECY, those lovable scallywags at ITNJ have continued with their judicial-robe dress-up games, and a challenger appears! Bearing Bombshell Beaumont ITNJ Testimony Set To Shock The World! World, are you ready to be shocked?

From the high profile case of the ‘Missing Beaumont Children’ to the infamous ‘Mullighan Report,’ Rachel Vaughan steps forward with a raw witness account, exposing the horrors of murderous child sex abuse rings in Australia.
This witness testimony highlights the 1966 “Disappearance of the Beaumont Children” case in Glenelg Beach near Adelaide, South Australia, unresolved after half a century. It also raises serious concerns regarding the Mullighan Report, (a 600-page Royal Commission report of sex abuse against Australia’s children in state care over four decades) where the names of perpetrators were supressed and the truth locked away by the South Australian government for 80 years.
Rachel Vaughan’s testimony exposes her own father within a prime pedo-sexual ring, actively prostituting out his own children whilst conducting the murder and disappearance of other victims. Rachel grew up in Edwardstown, South Australia. Throughout her childhood she was abused physically, sexually, emotionally, and spiritually. She now attests to high profile criminal cases, which also involves what is known as Ritual Satanic Abuse (RSA). This is a story of an entire industry involving government personnel, religious institutions, state departments, the justice department, a leading Australian television network, and the medical profession.
Rachel has put her life on the line to expose multiple murders and mutilations perpetrated by her father, whose organised pedo-criminal ring is allegedly still in operation today. Her testimony was heard via a virtual sitting of the ITNJ’s Judicial Commission of Inquiry into Human Trafficking & Child Sex Abuse on 1st August, 2018 before Judge-Advocate, Dr Chris Cleverly, Commissioner-Criminologist Carine Hutsebaut, and ITNJ Trustees Dr. Nancy Ash and Connie Broussard.

Rachel's contribution to the development of the genre is to implicate her father in every unsolved South Australian murder for the last 50 years (with her own forced participation), and also some that were previously thought to be solved (it was a cover-up!). The family dynamics leave much to be desired. She and her brother have enlivened the work of the South Australian Police by providing a series of shifting, contradicting, reality-conflicting accusations, since she recovered her memories in 2006 / 2007 (irresponsibly, I am going to speculate that therapy was involved, maybe even hypnosis). Fortunately Rachel kept a Ledger!

4? Sep 2007 — Phone call to, and conversation with, 21 Aug 2007 INTERVIEW with Annette Burden of SCIB, at Goolwa Police Station, detailing my sexual abuse and witness account of small child’s body as well as a man’s right foot in our Macklin Street bathroom 1977.
In a later entry Rachel says: “Sister Ruth saw 5 cadavers brought into our home in body bags [on that same day in 1977].”
2) the accounts of two witnesses (mine and Ruth’s) to the mutilated body of a young girl in Max’s bathroom 1977/78 (me at four years of age, Ruth an adult at 22 years of age) are being ignored by SAPOL (namely Paul Tucker of Major Crime)

One can hardly blame the police for being reluctant to investigate these reports, since they detailed how thoroughly evidence had been destroyed:

There was an incident where my father kept some of the body part of one of his victims, and put it in the fridge. He told me after pulling out this body part in the fridge that it was ‘for my mother to cook’. I was only ten at the time. 

Aficionados of grand-guignol theatre can find more prurient details here, filtered through the lurid sensibilities of an American conspiracist and highly-trained dot-joiner, who tells us in passing that Rachel's fantasies must be true because they are so outlandish that "you can't make it up". And look here: another blog-post from the same Wake-Up-Sheeple website...

RACHEL. As I said, my father Max, who did terrible things to me, had a special interest in some of the children’s cadavers. He took some of their flesh and sold it as meat. I am quite sure many people knowingly bought it – they wanted it.  I also say it was cooked and served in our home in Edwardstown, SA. Yes, I and my parents and siblings ate it.

MARY. What was the purpose of this?

RACHEL. I don’t know.

MARY. Now tell me about your brush with “kuru.”

'Rachel Vaughn Interprets “Zombie Apocalypse”' is all about the artificial nature of prion diseases, and the plan to spread epidemic scrapie through Australia for zombification purposes by appealing to the cannibalistic cravings of Adelaide suburbanites. Also AIDS and cancer are genocide bioweapons, but you probably knew that already.

A follow-up article is promised, about the network of secret tunnels beneath Adelaide. I struggle to control my anticipation.

Post-Publication Expression of Concern

It appears that the Western Island is so benighted that academics there are unfamiliar with "Killed By Death":

#1 Peer 1 

Does this only work with with the one song from AC/DC or can other music be substituted?

Bryan R. Coad 

#1

In this publication we also investigated a range of monotonous frequencies. Each of these frequencies alone did not not produce as good a coating on the particles as the song. We suspect that the changing frequencies of songs provide chaotic mixing of the particles. We did not investigate other songs besides "Thunderstruck" but it might be possible to optimise the particle tumbling with other songs or frequencies. However, it is difficult to imagine having a song that rocks as much as "Thunderstruck". Dr Thomas Michl conducted this work and would be happy to answer further questions.

Thanks for your question.

Dr Bryan R. Coad, co-author

I suppose "OD'd on Life Itself" would have been inappropriate.

Well done Australya!

Here is Oz Foreign Minister Julie Bishop taking seriously the ITNJ fabrications of Mr John Walsh, and wishing him every success with his current scam.



Someone on her staff must have known that the pompous little gobshite isn't even a barrister any more, having been struck off a month or so ago for excessive fraud [also "Unprofessional Misconduct" and "Professional Misconduct"]. It's no secret in the Oz gubblement that he's an inveterate fraudster whose litany of honours, titles and qualifications are self-endowed... it was all entered into Hansard a while back. Did it never occur to her to ask anyone, "who is this dude who wants me to lend him the support and credibility of the Conservative Coalition?"

Please admire the fact that his inflated CV includes his membership of "Rolls-Royce Owners' Club".

"That solicitor should be struck off the Rolls," Keats said.

[Lynx c/o Hoaxtead Research]

Space Calamari, sign of the time Space Calamari, sort of divine

The attention of science journamalists is fickle and distractable and limited in bandwidth, so one announcement in the research literature went fanfare-free: namely, the news that fruitflies evolved for survival and travel in the harsh conditions of interplanetary vacuum (for nothing else can explain why their eyes are resilient to UV radiation). I am not making this up.

The discovery that comets contain lactobacillis -- fermenting their worty sugary goodness into alcohol -- likewise went by without notice. I had expected the Extreme Brewing industry to pay more attention, and maybe sponsor a probe to bring back a sample from the next cometary close encounter, with novelty beer-brewing in mind.

But both items were overshadowed and last week was dominated instead by the news that squid and octopodes are from outer space.

Cryo-frozen octopus eggs from space? Astronomical argonauts? What fresh variety of crazy-pills is the world taking now?

You and I might think that the paper in question is Flaky McFlakypants, but Graham Lloyd -- "Environment Editor" for the Murdoch Press -- took a break from his demanding schedule of puke-funneling press-releases from climate-change-denial lobbyists into the Australian, to puke-funnel a press-release present Both Sides of the Space-Squid Controversy instead. The fact that the lead author of the Space-Squid paper is a "molecular immunologist and evolutionist" normally-unpublishable Outsider Scientist type, and a climate-change denialist, may have swayed Lloyd's sympathies. See this Twiddle thread for more details...

NO WAIT all three were the SAME PAPER.

One lesson for the learning here is that when the editor of the targeted journal is Denis Noble, it does no harm to inflate the manuscript with fanservice genuflections to the crucial contributions of Denis Noble. Citation-gamed circle-rolling and log-jerks are not unknown in the academic world though typically we try to hide it better.

Noble had previously contributed to the gaiety of nations by publishing Rössler's celebrated paper on curing physiological autism in white elephants.

Anyway... if these embryonic cephalopods originally evolved on Krypton or Daxam, then exposure to the yellow light of our sun would have endowed the adults with super-strength, X-ray vision, nigh-invulnerability and the capacity for flight. This would certainly have added to their reproductive success on Earth.

Alien super-octopus

Space Cephalopods

Just look at the list of authors on the paper!*



Wainwright has previously featured here, along with his bracingly non-mainstream and out-of-the-box notions on evolutionary biology, in the course of Riddled's week-by-week accrual of a comprehensive encyclopaedia of All World Gnowledge. Of special note is his vision of Earth's rarefied outer atmosphere as a ecosystem or "high cold biosphere"** in which terrestrially-sourced forms of sky-plankton mingle with ones more exotic in origin. It is a vision shared by many people who listened repeatedly to Golden Earring's cover version of 8 Miles High while smoking dried-mushroom rollies, or so I am reliably informed.

Stranger than known

But this High Cold Biosphere is part of a broader scholium of thought. Wainwright and his colleagues are not convinced that there really is such a thing as "terrestrial life" in the sense of something indigenous or autochthonic, and in their perspective of Panspermia Plus, new life-forms and microbes and DNA are constantly raining down to Earth on meteorites... having evolved in space (in the rich organic humus of gas- and dust-clouds), or else on the vanished planets of distant stars, but either way, driven on the stellar winds of expanding red giants, and washed on the currents of space until eons later they are ultimately dashed on the Reefs of Earth.



Sometimes the new arrivals are not screened sufficiently at Border Control and manifest as pathogenic plagues, but others Go Viral and integrate into our genes as a valuable source of genetic variation that mere Earthly mutations could not provide, such as might explain the Cambrian Radiation of metazoal phyla. Alternatively, when hard-shelled fossils from different phyla showed up suddenly at the end of the Precambrian era, perhaps animals evolved hard shells as a protection from that sodding incessant bombardment of whales, squid, combine-harvesters, and many other forms of meteorite.

This acquisition of the DNA for tentacles, radial symmetry and similar enhancements is all very well, but these cosmic viral infections need not have come to Earth through comets and meteorite-strike. We should also consider the possibility of visitors failing to observe proper quarantine protocols. But you try telling that to dead Cthulhu who in his house at R'lyeh waits sneezing.



Anyway, people, all this retroviral implantation of new genes is considered cheating by serious Mad Scientists and it is not how the Riddled Evolvamat works. Don't be fooled.

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* PZ Myers is not unacquainted with them:

Steele I’ve heard of — he was promoting neo-Lamarckism in the 1980s, and thinks the Cambrian explosion was caused by retroviruses squirting new complex genes into the ancestors of all animals. Brig Klyce I’ve bumped into a few times on the internet…he’s a panspermia fanatic. Milton Wainwright is the guy who used an EM to look for odd blobs and declared they are evidence of alien life. The Wallis’s were part of a team that announced that diatoms came from outer space. Oh, and Chandra Wickramasinghe…yes, we have crossed paths multiple times. He published a lot in the Journal of Cosmology, with an editor, Rhawn Joseph, who really, really doesn’t like me.

** The term is a homage to the term "Deep Hot Biosphere", coined by Thomas Gold, role-model for outsider-scientists and climate-change denialists everywhere.

You can't spell 'Apotheosis' without 'pot'

Here at the Riddled Institute of Forensic Literature and Postmodern Milking-shed Design, we have been looking at the vexed issue of the Uncanny and the Unheimlich in household appurtenances and appliances. It's a dirty job and no-one else wanted it.

We are particularly interested in the "pot" passage in Watt, where Sam Beckett invented a kind of Capgras Delusion for kitchen containers -- an Invasion of the Potty Snatchers, as it were --

Looking at a pot, for example, or thinking of a pot, at one of Mr. Knott's pots, of one of Mr. Knott's pots, it was in vain that Watt said, Pot, pot. Well, perhaps not quite in vain, but very nearly. For it was not a pot, the more he looked, the more he reflected, the more he felt sure of that, that it was not a pot at all. It resembled a pot, it was almost a pot, but it was not a pot of which one could say, Pot, pot, and be comforted. It was in vain that it answered, with unexceptionable adequacy, all the purposes, and performed all the offices, of a pot, it was not a pot. And it was just this hairbreadth departure from the nature of a true pot that so excruciated Watt.

I write "invented", but the evidence suggests that Beckett was inspired by a 1930 work by two English historians / philosophers. The Journal of Beckett Studies has declined to publish my paper on this trail of intellectual influence, not that I'm bitter or anything.

Anyway, the 1953 Watt Pot passage is brief, but we have advanced speculative-imaging technology available at the Riddled Institute. We used this to enhance the text, imputing missing details and reconstructing the actual pot whereof Beckett wrote. It turns out that the same pot came out of retirement, in 1976, to inspire Dick and Zelazny* with another pot-related passage of strangeness and alienation:



The 23-year periodicity of this sequence of appearances allows us to predict that a fourth tupperware text was published in 1999, though we are still pot-scouring the literature to find it. The fifth passage will appear in 2022, and will probably be an entire book in length, given the exponentially-expanding length of manifestations so far. Assuming that there are still books in 2022.

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Kids these days have it easy, with a vastly expanded armamentarium of household gadgetry -- with or without Internet-of-Shite -- to feel estranged and dissociated from. So here is a recent exercise in science fiction in which the narrator's thoughts wander down weird paths after she replaces her washing machine... thoughts centred on the alien, unheimlich nature of the replacement (until it re-familiarises itself behind a protective camouflage of domesticity).



But try telling kids what it used to be like, and they...

Is the story any good?

It is competently written, though derivative: Zoline's "Heat-Death of the Universe" filtered through the sensibility of Sheckley's "Can You Feel Anything when I do This?" What brings it to the attention of the Riddled Institute is the fact that through some glitch in the Matrix, it was published in an academic journal.

We hope that Riddled isn't turning into just another of those lazy let's-laugh-at-silly-academic-essays, Uncle Smut.

Not at all! And I would have got away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids! I am just relieved to find a suitable journal to publish my ground-breaking paper on post-modernism in the design of conceptual, non-utilitarian milking sheds.

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* With feline editorial commentary:

Work proceeded sporadically over several years as each author forgot about it in turn (and Zelazny's cat took the opportunity to urinate on the original manuscript). But they finished it quickly in the spring of 1975 when the publisher demanded the manuscript or repayment of the advance paid to Dick. The editor discovered Zelazny had sent photocopies of some pages and demanded the originals as per Doubleday's policy; much to Zelazny's chagrin, he had to send in the urine-stained pages and he always wondered what the editor made of them.

Commentary-Cat was only following a long feline tradition. See whole Twiddle-thread here.