The CURSE of SYPHILIS the BRISTOL Cyber Stalker

Bonom-dibwa finn amarr SYPHILIS net. Gro gro leverr p sort dan so zoreil ek so laniss; li kaka la fwar la nwit lizour; so lasiett manzer rempli ek mootook ek boute bouteille crazer ek pwoille zaco? SO zansiv p saignier ek so ledan p degrainer; so likou finn gonfler ar disang e so lalang koulerr zanblon; so lekerr p batt koman moterr bato. Aswar, li truv diabless ledan-lor p dance touni enba pied pom singe. Li dan bez.

SYPHILIS, Kneel and rant, damn and drool, but worship BOSS you must. Je te commande mandragore de rendre témoignage au nom de celui à qui tu dois obéir: le BOSS. Now, waddle back to your hole in the ground u little grub.

la queue du loup et le carnage approche.

SYPHILIS
aka Bristol Cyber Stalker

You've stayed up all nite to write this lyrical bit of fiction. Ah Syphilis, you shouldn't have! But if it's good therapy for U, why not. Has it helped u any? No, u still hear monsieur L’évêque's voice every minute, every second of every day? Poor Syphilis! Try increasing your Risperidone intake, but check with your psychiatrist first.

Also, I see this white status thing is again getting the better of you. Obviously, your desensitization programme has not worked, and you still find yourself overwhelmed with feelings of awe and anxiety when in the presence of white Mauritians. Could be something buried in your past. Did a grand blanc molest u as a boy? How's the delirium tremens going, have u got it under control? Keep at it Syphilis. I know, I know! It's not easy, but, it will get worse. Nursing home is your next stop. Did u check your prostate and liver? Before I go, the voices u hear are real, and your every thought is plastered on a giant billboard for everyone to see. Be careful what u think. Because they can see. Oopps, ah your doctor told u not to mention that. Yes ok then. But eh, ehh, pssst, just between u and I, it's him ... pprreecciioouusss. Btw, are u still trapped inside your skull? You feel trapped don't you? Have u tried to escape? U gotta try Syphilis, otherwise you'll be stuck there in that grubby grotty greasy empty space forever.

SYPHILIS
Aka BRISTOL bush pig

Fer mal sa ein. Tou ou kamarad finn kapab rentre lostrali, excepter ou Syphilis. Limmigratyon dire non, parski ou enn cochon-maron fou. Ou essai referr applicatyon, Lostrali powle ou mem! Bez sa. You secretly worship les 'noble grand blanc' but u r only a smelly servile bottom-feeding leech. U secretly wish u were like them but u can't, hence the irreconcilable difference. SYPHILIS, eternal anonymity awaits u, and when your maggot cousins start chewing away at your puss-filled carcass in a cold grave, u can say " they almost let me in Australia”. SYPHILIS, licheur lanis, ki ou boss ...

SYPHILIS
Aka BRISTOL bush pig

We now know that u r not an Indian as u pretended to be for 3 years. As soon as u r exposed, u now pretend to be Creole. Let me make it clear to u. Now focus. Creoles and Indians belong to the family of man; you, syphilis, however are a zom-zaco-cochon-maron mutation, an aberration of nature. You belong to an accidental sub-species. A most vile parasitic life form!

U r trying to burn that which u secretly aspire to be. I understand your dilemma perfectly: u don’t know whether to SMEAR or worship your nemesis.

Syphilis

Lostrali powle twa acoz to enan problem mental; To boss powle frekant twa acoz to enn batiara racis. Depli, enn batiara racis ki couyon ek macro. Mo dire couyon, acoz to enkor p repet ban zafer 'gran blanc', ki bann montaniard ki cozer en 1875. Mo dire macro, acoz kanmem to boss rejett twa, to enkor p swiv pou liss so lanis. Boss touzour Boss!

SYPHILIS
Aka BRISTOL bush pig

Pagla grow a brain. It's the 21st century people have evolved. That shit that u keep vomiting was only ever discussed among pygmies in the 1800's, and of course, sick-fakks like you. Your brain was probably meant for a cockroach, but in the end, I guess, it came to the place.

SYPHILIS
Aka Bristol bush pig

Sit down. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a mootook dictionary with pictures. But here it goes, please read slowly. TRANSFERENCE: The unconscious assignment to others of feelings and attitudes that were originally associated with important figures in one's early life.

Syphilis, sa v dire, to enan enn foli de grandeur pou pass twa pou bann 'grand' blanc. Mais, a sak fwa ki to finn essai sa, bann blanc finn bez twa coup de pied dan fess. Alor, zordi, kanmem to lekor finn vielli, to dezirr pou vinn blanc pas finn vielli. Telman bann blanc finn humilier twa, to gagne post traumatic stress, to peur rejectyon, to peur gagne coup de pied dan fess enkor, alor to tranferr to dezirr lor lezot dimounn. Boukou dimounn ki gagne movais delusion koman twa, bwar poizon lera. Get to dokterr deswit. Eski to tann ronflemanm dan to zoreil gauche? Enn movais signe sa SYPHILIS, sa v dire ki bann longanis p travaille lor twa.

SYPHILIS
aka BRISTOL CYBER STALKER

Ki fer ou pas dire SYPHILIS! Nou pas ti koner matelot. Ah bon, fam blanc dan UK powle ou, abe samem ou p vinn fou koumsa. Ein, ou pas kapab gagne fam, alor ou rev fam ou kamarad. Tut tut. Non SYPHILIS, ou pou malade koumsa. Enan lendrwa kot ou kapab aller. Wai kwar mwa. Mett enn zoli kostim, plein du beure plume dan ou latet, ou paye ou kass, bann fam laisse ou getter; ou paye zot enkor, zot laisse ou senti; ou paye enkor ... b non, dan ou ka monwar, arret lamem. Si ou alle pli divan, ou pou gagne la honte. Ou konpran! Wai, parski ou tibibit fletri nepi prend. Plis, ou enn gros kaka SYPHILIS. Ou bizin fer lexersiss pou kass sa lagress la. Arett met ledwa dan ou troufess ek ekrir bann mensonge, alle fer jogging. Et matelot, prend enn bain, ou p senti pi zalouzi.

The truest mark of being born with great qualities is being born without envy.~Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld

SYPHILIS

Stop using India to promote hate and intolerance in the UK. Animals are not jealous of each other. SYPHILIS only people are jealous of people. Seek help. U r a sicko. The game is up boy. U R not Indian. 100s of threads professing your love for India! Alarm bells should be ringing right here. Come on. Who does this shit except some SICKO with an ulterior motive.

SYPHILIS
Come up for air now and then, it's ok SYPHILIS, u can take your tongue out of the bishop's asshole from time to time. I know u must worship your boss, but u can take a break SYPHILIS, go on, and wipe that goo from your mouth. Get off your knees boy, put your tongue back in. U look ridiculous. Arett liss lanis. Enn movais labitude sa.

What sort of sick fakk Surely with so little self-respect you must throw up every time u look at yourself in the mirror. What a hero u r SYPHILIS, hiding behind your computer, typing whatever filth your tic-tac brain conjures up.

SYPHILIS aka Bristol bush pig

Etwa pagla, eski kit lezar finn ponn twa pandan cyclone? U r a foul-smelling bottom-feeding slimy sack of pig bile. U use real people's names to smear real people while hiding behind a PC. Did i forget gutless, quivering, trembling, pathetic vomit-inducing human-look-alike.

99% of UK posts (including sock-puppets) come from SYPHILIS the CYBER STALKER from BRISTOL. Crazy with envy, this poo-jabbing, egg-sucking rock-lizard spends night and day behind a computer SMEARING identifiable people. Too gutless to crawl out of its cave, it spends its worthless existence embittered that it cannot be human. Alas from tootook to mootook to dust, SYPHILIS's shitty life impacts on history like an inconvenient fart. WHO is this worthless brainless turd-swallowing slimy smelly puss-filled sack of pig-bile who exploits the misfortune of others as an opportunity to promote his personal vendetta on a blog? SYPHILIS usually posts from Bristol, Ilford and London. The total sum of his miserable life can be summed up thus: Envy, self-abuse, smirk, scratch, sleep, and SMEAR, SMEAR, SMEAR, and rot.

SYPHILIS
Aka BRISTOL Cyber Stalker

Letan ou fini kaka dan karo kann, pas blier lav ou la main avan ou donn mo lichien manger. Prend enn piav kot la boutik pou ou. Wai, mett lor mo kont. Ein SYPHILIS, pas laisse mo lichien liss ou latet, li pou enpwazoner.

Vous prendrez la peau dont le serpent s'est nouvellement dépouillé, de l'opiment, de la poix grecque, du reupondique, de la cire vierge, et du sang d'un âne; vous broierez toutes ces choses ensemble, et vous les mettrez bouillit à petit feu, durant trois ou quatre heures, sans un vieux chauderon plein d'eau de maraisl puis les laissant refroidir, vous séparerez la masse de vos drogues d'avec l'eau. Et quand SYPHILIS sera éclairé, il paroîtra sans tête.

SYPHILIS, la queue du loup et le carnage approche. Je te commande mandragore de frapper la mouche contre le verre pour rendre témoignage au nom de celui à qui tu dois obéir: le BOSS.

L'INGLESOU

SYPHILIS
Bristol CYBER STALKER

The way u've been licking L’évêque's derrière for the past 3 years, i suppose u expect him to sponsor your third application to migrate to Australia. Take it from me SYPHILIS, I know your boss, it's not gonna happen. Not because u r a creepy crawly, mais parski boss dire ou enn macro pagla ki tro malelever. Arret plorer, ou lerim p sali mo bon kostim. Et fer attentyon monwar, sa kostim la koutt plis ki ou ledikatyon.

SYPHILIS ou enn bass klass monboy. C tou ou limit: envoy let anonym, enpwazonn lichien dimounn, and disrespect the women folk and the dead. Typical of gutless grubs of inferior stock. All talk – no action. Take a good hard look in the mirror monboy. What do you see? Does not a bush pig stare back! Ein SYPHILIS, guess who I ran into the other week on the way to the snow? The one you secretly worship, your BOSS. He was coming back to the city from his 90-mile-beach holiday house, in his brand new sports edition Range Rover. I didn’t ask and he didn’t say, but he didn’t look like he was in any great hurry to go back to ‘paradise’ anytime soon.
Wai SYPHILIS, by the sound of things, your three-year SMEAR campaign is fucked. You gotta ramp it up monboy.

SYPHILIS aka Bristol Cyber Stalker

Hey shit-for-brains, why would Monsieur Baltasar disguise himself for an ignorant b-grade cockroach like you? You are a simple insect whose tic-tac brain is unable to recognise its own limitations. I mean u can’t differentiate between shit and clay, yet, like the vantard mootook that u are, claim that u train mental health specialists to send to Australia. SYPHILIS, stick to sucking up to the small gang of neo-monarchs now devouring their own people for foreign interest.

In the UK, you sycophants make out you are Anglo-Indian, more Anglo than Indian, and look down your nose at the Indian worker. Yet you come here and parade your empathy with the working class. Bullshit! You hypocrites!

Licheur laniss, Monsieur Baltasar does not hide behind other people to make his beliefs known. Gogot, unlike u gutless turds, he puts his name to them, and defends his arguments against all comers. That's what most decent folk do. They don't crawl around in shitty corners with slime like you SMEARING individuals and other races in the dark of night.

Latet diber, si ou ti p gagne zafer ek monsieur Baltasar, ou kwar ki li ti pou laisse deux trou fess, deux ti konok fletri, koman ou ek SYPHILIS set the agenda. I'd set my own, launch into my own spiel u cilly sunt; I'd take the policies of your elitist 'Kshatriyas' party apart sentence by sentence. Instead of licking Monsieur Baltasar's shithole, practise licking your own. Go worship someone else. Kanmem, monsieur Baltasar pas pou reponn tou chochoneri tou bann batiara bass klass, when you two rock-lizards tell one too many LIES, Monsieur Baltasar reserves the right to put you back in your box.

Ou Boss

You've mindfucked yourself to a point where you don't know whether to SMEAR or worship lord Leveque anymore; you damn and drool on your knees. SYPHILIS, it matters not what communiy you belong to, you are a disgrace to humanity.

Fer chagrin get ou treiner lor later koumsa. Mo tann dire ki dimounn dan ou posisyon bwar ziska bien sou, apres met sak plastik lor latet pou touff zot lekor. Mo pas dire ou fer sa, non, mais kot ou finn arriver la, si ou ti fer li, nou tou ti pou konpran kifer SYPHILIS. Okay, take care, get back under your rock.

Your Boss
Monsieur Baltasar

Hello Richard Cranium,'Milat' pas enn race monwar, c enn mot servi pou insulter communaute creole. Creole c creole, enn pwoin c tou. Eski dimounn dire indien francais, indien anglais, indien creole, indien chinois, indien africain, ti-boute sa ek ti-boute lot. Non, enn indien c enn indien dan mem facon ki enn creole c enn creole. Sinon tou dimounn lor later ti pou enn ti-boute sa ek enn ti-boute lot.

'Milat' ti bann klass travayer (working class) et boukou parmi ti bien pov. A lepok, PTr ti p fann propagann ki 'milat' ti p sover ek largent Moris. E dimounn kouyon ti kwar tou; bann seki bien bien kouyon, enkor p kwar ziska zordi.

BULLSHIT!‘Milats’ never sacked the country; in fact, while some took their meagre possessions with them, many left everything behind. Also remember this, many of those you call traitors still boost Mauritius's foreign exchange reserve by sending hard currency back home to relatives. More over, Air Mauritius wouldn't be operating in half the countries it does without their patronage. Traite? Traite C bann ki p devor zot prop pep dan Moris; bann ki p vann moris ek etranger, sa, ki bann vrai traite.

Another fact: modernisation doesn’t define progress. Never did. Flesh makes brick, not the other way around. Progress is measured by human rights and human happiness, and by the freedom of a country's citizens, not by infrastructure. Otherwise, using your reasoning one could argue that the world’s poor starving next to squeaky-clean super highways and 40-storey buildings have made progress too! What good is 'progress' when you are losing ownership of your own country to foreign interest! No doubt, SOME have done well. Very well! But how is the Mauritian working class travelling? Tell me. Who controls Mauritius's economy? Do you know? Nope, no fakking idea, zero, zilch! Yet u feel it’s your prerogative to dump on other people’s opinion. Hello! RC, if paradise had progressed so much, why is it that 85% of young people surveyed in a recent poll want to emigrate? Why do most government ministers head off to Europe for their holidays? And if as you say, tropical paradise is so great, what are you doing living in dreary old London town? See, sak vide pas diboute monwar.

Peace be upon you

SYPHILIS aka Bristol Cyber Stalker

A fixated fan's adoration can quickly turn to anger, and make of him an obsessed stalker dedicated to writing fan-fiction and SMEARING. Loneliness, over-reaching ambition and weak-mindedness often trigger this debilitative condition. Often just beneath the bravado lies a desperate cry for help. SYPHILIS, get your GP to refer you to a specialist in Bristol, because there's no other way to put it; you are sick.

Though pathetic to watch, it must be quite traumatic for the deluded fellow to endure.