I stick my knife in her chest here. With a sad and terrible joy, I watch her fall as she thinks of the dead people in the Twin Towers, whom she has used for her philosophy. (I can be a cruel man, when I put my mind forcibly to it, but it’s hard to look her in the eye while my arm moves.) I know that she never used the above well-hackneyed-phrase herself – she said in her notorious email … “It’s now a very good day to get out anything we want to bury” …
But the taste remains. In the end, career-socialists, who have done no proper work in their lives (read her wiki biog on the link) are all like the butchering murderer-thinker and death-eater Pol Pot, who epitomized the logical conclusion of their existence.
They will all have to go. Google the Udenopticon. (It’s here somewher on this blog.) Jo Moore is probably too old to be killed and eaten for stealing the last ants-eggs that the rummaging seagulls didn’t shit on, until the rest of the thieving stalinist buggers, marooned with her, are desperate.