Yes, a title with resonance.

Now, let's see; let's cross-correlate some timescales.

Some months ago it was reported that 300-odd journalists at
all levels across all kinds of publications, local and national,
had been disciplined over their approach to gathering and using
personal information about people. "It [had] become quite a
cottage industry" if I recall correctly.

Within a month the Huddersfield Daily Examiner announced
their reception would now be closing at lunchtime Saturday.

Then we get told that there will be no more series of popular
canal-bank comedy-drama "Where the Heart Is", set, filmed
and, presumably written, in Huddersfield.

Audience figures had apparently dropped. And there has not
been any discussion in the letters pages of the local shitrag.

So, all that energy I'm expending investigating Masonic percepts
of God and how they relate to Templar and Crusader concepts
of absolute deity must be wasted then. I find it hard to believe
the Templars didn't know that the Moors worshipped a deity
of some kind, nor that in essence it's a monotheology.

Add to this the sexist nature of the organsiation and assertions
like "I couldn't do my job without being a member as I'd not
know what was really going on" and one wonders whether
these aren't ultimately about as sensible an assertion as:
"Oh, I can assure what we're doing to you is entirely legal."

Erm, no. And remember, I was willing to work to some kind of
resolution back then, ten years ago. The editor was not, he was
"making too much money off it".

I don't see how Roy Wright can represent the public interest,
not when it comes down to it.

If it was just chummy jobs-for-the-boys or late-Victorian-era
fanstay confabulations along the lines of what the Templars
did and What the Templars did next, I could handle it.

But when you chuck in the follow-up assaults, following up
to nothing anyone connected to me had actually done, and
the gullibility of the man--I apparently supplied Coventry with
all its hard drugs, not to mention am an adept torturer and
habitual wife-beater, apparently--well how else could I have
got information (though I still don't know what I'm alleged to
know and this really should've tipped off that I didn't).

Then there's all the shit you threw at me for what Craigypoos
did to your bitch (and have you managed to establish how
much of it she did to herself yet? To get people's sympathy?
To get that nice Mr Terry to drive into pedestrians then kick
up a fuss because he couldn't put it through the insurance
because he thought he was playing cryptic communication
games? I really shouldn't be surprised to find a good third of
it was her own work y'see, and nor should I be surprised it
took you a very very long time to realise that for yourself.)

Yeah, you've had your run Roy. For a while your gossip
brokering was so successful you were opening 'til Saturday
tea-time. But, if I have anything to do with it, I'd be digging
out your notes on basic reporting if I were you as I don't
see how you're fit to run a paper in a monopolistic position
on a local population.

There is a little book called "The Handbook of Non-Sexist
writing", by Casey Miller and Kate Swift. It contains some
rather neat illustrations of how the narrative or prosodic
structure implicit in the, now archaic, use of the male pro-
noun in "scientific" writing leads to some major, and really
rather stupid, oversights in texts claiming to be inclusive.

I can't help feeling that if your Masonic rituals don't echo
these phenomena in their assumptions then they really
can't date back to the Templars...

It's not a case of how you could do things differently. Not
as I see it. It's a case of "where you should be". Anywhere
but Huddersfield would suit me just fine.

I did say I didn't see how what you were doing could be
legal, but you'd paid people to tell you otherwise.

I said at the time I'd done nothing wrong, but you'd paid
people to tell you otherwise.

I told you at the time I was willing to resolve things. But
you've spent the last decade being a defamatory creep.

G DAEB
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