Freedom of Expression is More than a Basic Human Right

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_speech

The following are unedited excerpts from wikipedia on the subject of freedom of speech.

“The First Amendment was adopted on December 15, 1791. The Amendment states:
“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

The right to freedom of speech is recognized as a human right under Article 19 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and recognized in international human rights law in the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights (ICCPR). The ICCPR recognizes the right to freedom of speech as “the right to hold opinions without interference. Everyone shall have the right to freedom of expression. Furthermore freedom of speech is recognized in European, inter-American and African regional human rights law.”

Freedom of speech, or the freedom of expression, is recognized in international and regional human rights law. The right is enshrined in Article 19 of the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights, Article 10 of the European Convention on Human Rights, Article 13 of the American Convention on Human Rights and Article 9 of the African Charter on Human and Peoples’ Rights.

One of the earliest Western defences of freedom of expression is Areopagitica (1644) by English poet and political writer John Milton. Milton also argued that if the facts are laid bare, truth will defeat falsehood in open competition, but this cannot be left for a single individual to determine. According to Milton, it is up to each individual to uncover their own truth; no one is wise enough to act as a censor for all individuals

It should be clear to all therefore that plagiarism is an evil of relative magnitude that militates not just against a basic human right but against the very heart of democracy itself. The public at large are duped by perpetrators as to the severity of the crime. Perpetrators either succeed in buying their way out by offering the victim a minimal share in their ill-gotten gains or get the law to do their dirty work for them by allowing courts to adjudicate on the basis of draconian laws of proof that are clearly in the criminal’s favour. The crime itself can only be fully comprehended by its many victims. What is needed are new laws whereby reason, plausibility and expert testimonies are given added weight in the assessment process and in which a competent and fool-proof lie-detection technology can be used to find the truth or falsehood of conflicting statements.

“To have been… or not to have been. That is the query.” ( Prince Mc Hamish of Scotland.)

       Plagiarism – The Ransacking of Another’s Soul.

         How to Tweak your Way to Ignominious Glory.

There are many types of plagiarism. It goes on in many disciplines from music to painting, from mathematics to medicine. It goes on from the simple story called “Finding Nemo” to the high-flying speeches of presidents. From lazy little Johnny sneaking a peek at his fellow student’s answers during exams to shysters avid for letters after their names offering theses by forgotten graduates, signatures substituted, in their demand for a doctorate they could never possibly win on their own merits. Proving it is difficult; and if the plagiarism is eminently successful you will need people of the same misfit sociopathy as yourself to fight in your corner.  Of course, the crime is indefensible no matter who is fighting your corner.

                        “Competitive Plagiarism”  is the most obnoxious form of the disease. This is where the malfeasant is motivated by the conviction based on self-inflated notions of his ‘abilities’; “anything you can do I can do better.” Providing of course you show me what and how. Just give me the text and explain to me how you created it bit by bit and ….I will take it from there. Ciao!

                        Salieri who is alleged to have pilfered the work of Amadeus Mozart falls into this category. The predator, in other words, takes the work of the other as  THE GIVEN  on which to stamp their own name and creates nothing by way of novel invention worth a damn. The goal is not in the service of art, not to improve on something pre-existing for the sake of art, assuming one’s talent is commensurate with one’s arrogance,….but to steal. Else one would acknowledge one’s source. In their defense, self-righteous plagiarists (as they all must be) will cite precedents, genres etc, whatever indeed will make the original creator look like a plagiarist himself. The plagiarist’s philosophy if thieves can be said to have one is that “all creators pilfer the ideas of others. I am no different but I can prove I am better at it.” Salieri might well refer to Mozart’s teacher Haydn or Bach to justify his theft. Fact is, Salieri is incapable of writing anything comparable on his own which is why he is driven to plagiarism in the first place, irrespective of whose shoulders Mozart may have stood on to create his own divine music. Apologists for Salieri and his ilk are all over the net. By the same token you will find people in your junk mail telling you you have won a million bucks if you just contact them to pick it up. Salieri is said to have been Mozart’s ‘friend’. Greed hath no friends.

                        Any schoolboy of twelve or over indeed can tell you how to go about your “borrowing” of ideas. For example, there is nothing new in the story of Hamlet. There are precedents in literature that go all the way back to Oedipus about the prince bent out of shape over his mother and her new lover who has usurped his father’s status and kingship. Freud wrote about its prevalence in myth and named the complex after Oedipus. Unaware that there are only 36 plots possible in the whole of literature according to recent findings Shakespeare would derive his plots from history books and other works by Boccaccio, Brooke, Holinshead etc. Ergo, I can pillage the plot of Hamlet with impunity just as Salieri might have pillaged the work of Mozart. There is nothing new in it after all. All I need is the essential tried-and-tested idea. THE MAIN IDEA. I can do with the rest as I will. Once I have that I can pillage the mighty scenes of  the ghost of  Hamlet’s father appearing to him on the battlements, the Mousetrap Play to unmask Claudius, the death and madness of Ophelia, the final showdown and death of the hero in a sword fight etc, etc.

                        Hamlet indeed is a good example because the plot is complex. The cake is rich and from it you can extract all sorts of ingredients if you are that desperate and barren. You keep the style of writing of course and the world of the play, tweaking this and tweaking that, tweaking here and tweaking there, until your little heart is content. “To be or not to be” becomes, under the laser of your ‘genius’ (After all you are now greater than your impudent rival Mr. Shakespeare) …. “To have been or not to have been.”  You blush at your own powers of creativity, at how you have moved the ghost from the battlements to the dungeons; the Mousetrap is renamed the Flytrap; and you positively weep when you fling Ophelia into a lake instead of a brook as the author had intended. It is all soooo you! You see your own reflection in every tweak. Tired of tweaking you may even get ‘professional tweakers’ marshalled  by your so-called ‘literary’ agent to take over for you while you dream of riches and fame and meeting the queen and learn how to pass yourself off as a saint from your PR people. Won’t daddy be proud?

                         Finally, you give your Hamlet black hair instead of blond, make him good with pistols instead of sword, remove him from stupid old Denmark, install him in a castle in Edinburgh and call your concoction “McHamish Prince of Scotland”.  A masterpiece is born! All kneel. You have won at last. People will call you a ‘great’ writer. But people are gullible as your agent, who is firmly on your side (at least until the shit hits the fan) has no doubt counseled you. As for the author you pillaged, in the words of Ophelia – “O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown”. You know what you have done of course. And you cannot Un-Know it try as you might.

                        Et Caïn dit « Cet oeil me regarde toujours!  (Victor Hugo “La Conscience”.)

                         Next, in the illustrious company of whoever else has helped you commit your crime you have your story peddled to the publishing houses. Of course that is all just for the gullible. The pre-selected grabs his long-awaited product with both hands and sets about interesting the rest. They smell money in it which is all that concerns them. Their market researchers tell them it is time for just such a story. The world is hungry for your inconsolable hero. Mc Hamish has winner written all over him  and they buy up the copyrights. Trees are felled by the myriad and books shipped everywhere by night and day and, of course, film producers fall over themselves for their take of the ‘universal’ cake. The thing is a smash hit and Disney includes Mc Hamish’s castle in its theme park complete with ghost in the dungeons and the thrilling pistol-duel at the end. By then ,of  course, you have rehearsed your lines for the press; about how ‘inspired’ you were by a great idea that just fell into your lap out of the heavens where you now dwell, how you slaved and toiled into the wee hours giving shape to your masterpiece, how you sacrificed health and well-being in the style of the great Romantics (whose shoes you are not worthy to unlace), to bring forth your masterpiece…. and all the rest of it. Pabulum for the paying public for whom you have as much contempt as for the man you ripped off. Your agent protects you from very dangerous things like questions,unsolicited interviews and unexpected visitors.

                         And if your new-found wealth does not succeed in preventing you from being dragged into court by Shakespeare’s protectors, those messengers of Hugo’s eternal Eye devoted to the integrity of the creative soul of Mankind, your legal hounds can argue that your play is “similar to”  but not really the same. After all, Shakespeare’s ghost was younger, had a beard, didn’t speak in Glaswegian slang, appeared on the battlements for crying out loud not in the dungeons, was a swordsman not a gun-toter, his girl was called Ophelia and there is no connection at all betwen “Ophelia” and Agnes Ofeelme, etc, etc, etc, etc. Your fans have been educated into being appalled at the very notion that your genius that they crave in their sleep to emulate is being called into question. They sing hymns with anxious teachers for your vindication. Middle-class newspapers that serve the interests of those who have been creaming off from your theft rally with all the ruthlessness you deployed to commit it gather in their clubs to defend your innocence. Your agent and political gurus rejoice that they had the foresight to cast you as a saint in the way Maggie Thatcher was cast as a firm but sensitive Head Mistress. Everything is panning out perfectly. You are inviolable…… or so you think, now managing director of the magic theatre whose floors you used to scrub. Who can get at you? But, a large eye follows you to bed at night and in the morning as you draw your curtains it is staring at you from the horizon.

                        Of course, most of us know Hamlet - one of the greatest plays ever written. But we are not really talking about Hamlet per se. Nor Shakespeare for that matter. They are just similes for the sake of argument. It would be damn difficult to rip off Shakespeare without acknowledging him even though most lawyers can easily prove he is dead and a fair few that is is still alive and dines regularly with Elvis in Clapham. The Bard for all that is established forever.

                        But, what if your source is another book by an author that only a few people know about, an obscure writer whose story never quite got the fanfare treatment yours was guaranteed to get even before you began to paste it together?  What if it was a story ahead of its time that was allowed to sink into obscurity like the paintings of El Creco that were only rediscovered centuries after his death? For example, what if the story and the world within it was created by a doting father for his son. What then?

      Et, comme il s’asseyait, il vit dans les cieux mornes
L’oeil à la même place au fond de l’horizon.
Alors il tressaillit en proie au noir frisson.
        Cachez-moi !  cria-t-il; et, le doigt sur la bouche,…..

                        What I have explained by analogy is, as far as I am concerned, how it is done by plagiarists everywhere who are driven by greed and ambition. You need neither flair, nor imagination. You need to know only how to read, photocopy and to write. And, we can all write. Can’t we?

Cover of Li Po

An Interview

with the author of Travels with Li Po.

Interview with William Kelly

(Q) How do you explain the lack of interest in Travels With Li Po and your allegations about it?

(A) There are a number of reasons. First of all, I suspect Rowling’s legal hounds are deterring any interested party from investigating the whole Harry Potter thing. What they are saying to inquirers is designed expressly to stop them in their tracks.That is their job. A Gorilla would stop any man in his tracks just by roaring from a mile away. The Gorilla knows this of course. Likewise, defamation lawyers are usually heard to some affect by good citizens such as editors and journalists who are trying to hold onto their jobs, families and careers. Having the right to threaten with punishment that is backed up by the State gifts them with power over the little man in the street. They are very likely using the apology wrestled out of the Derry News to substantiate their ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ statements, an apology which we repudiate and which should never have been made in the first place and was only made because that paper was faced with extinction if the editor did not cry “enough!” from the power-grip he was under.

Violence takes many forms: just because it is delivered by fax instead of gunfire doesn’t fool anyone who has been targeted by it. Justice itself, of course, is impartial or so we all want to believe. In practice it is anything but, political interests usually holding sway over both reason and a plaintiff’s lawful democratic rights. That apology was to drive us off the pitch by discrediting us. The Bogside Artists were certainly damaged by it, regardless, and for the reason I have just given. Our gullible public bows to all things legal the way savages prostrate themselves before the witchdoctor and for the same reason – out of fear of reprisal by unknown forces. The other reason is that people have been weaned on Harry Potter and “there are none so blind etc….” Sad, but true. Lastly, and most of the responses I have received so far fall into this category. They all say the same thing; “This cannot be true”, we are told, because I took so long to make it public. If truth was determined by that criterion most of the history books in your library, including the gospels, would never have seen the light of day and a man may well feel free to act on the conviction that his wife is a liar because she should have told him sooner that she was pregnant…. but you cannot argue with such people. It is beyond them to imagine a world in which Harry Potter did not exist. I have no difficulty there because I lived in that world and could see all around me the crying need for a role-model for kids that could proffer a palliative for their pain and give insight and validation to their own confused experience of living. That is where the VISION came from. If you think it descended magically on a woman during a train journey who dreamt of becoming a writer…. you need to talk to somebody.

(Q) And the book itself?

(A) Those who get it, get it, because the magic is in the book itself and how it impacts you. That was one of the philosophical premises for writing it in the first place, to clarify for all the guiding principle I cherished then and still do …… that art itself is magic, or a form of it. And I believe you can experience this in Li Po…..if you let it, that is. What I must stress here is that Travels with Li Po was never intended to be anything but the mould from which the series would be cast. I would certainly not have published it in its present state. Its purpose was to showcase the VISION I had without giving too much away. I was dealing in simple ideas and themes that I knew full well could so easily be pilfered.  Li Po is conspicuously a BLUEPRINT of a VISION;  and I stressed  to just about every publisher to whom I sent my customary three chapters and synopsis, that it bore “little resemblance to the finished version.”  We published it as is because we wanted to make that abundantly clear. Its present form is its original form and would not have been its final form. It doesn’t follow, mind you, that I would have purged everything that is already there. The text  would have remained mostly, if not entirely intact, but certain features of it and especially the personality of the hero would have been amplified. That is because what I did and had to do at the time was underplay very significant elements of character and plot and often only hinted at things I intended to elaborate on greatly later once I had been given the green light.

As it transpired, certain people plied me with questions about it because they knew this was the actual BLUEPRINT for a series quite outside their usual experience of children’s stories and they wondered how they could make their own version. Like a bunch of delinquents who have spotted a Golden Eagle glide into their back yard, they just had to snare it. They smelled money in it and very little else and knew damn well that, given the critical approach to society that I intended to take and had already made clear, I would have problems getting into print. And with my central character an Irishman? Place your bets. In the end, they stole the entire VISION, scaffolding, tools, bricks, mortar, the lot.  “And they rejoiced in their wickedness,” as the Bible puts it. If you read Li Po again with all this in mind you might get the magic of it. If you are conditioned with Fugleman Potter you are likely beyond recall. If you care not for the truth you probably have other reasons for reading thus far. Whoever you are, take the advice of a wise old man; – “trust nobody in the publishing industry unless you can get them to sign a contract promising you their organs should you require one!” Even then…………….

THE DECLARATION OF PLAGIARISM AGAINST ROWLING

This particular text is primarily intended for those involved in the media. Read it if you have time to spare and interest enough. Please do not write to us complaining about how long and tedious it is and all the rest of it. Nobody has a gun to your head to make you read it. Good luck and thanks for reading thus far.

Surprisingly, only a few of the comments we received so far to our last post have been openly racist. Most were reactions from idolaters who cannot bear the notion that their idol may have feet of clay. The most common knee-jerk reaction was inevitable;  in so many words – “Aw come off it! Why would you take so long to come out with this rubbish!” In other words, “do you really think we are that dumb?” Well, we don’t actually. At least not quite as dumb as Rowling and her buddies seemingly believe you are. For those of you therefore in either of these quandaries let us explain.

William is not a man to seek the limelight. Of the three of us he is least likely to put himself at the front of anything. As he says: “Why on earth would I want to put myself in the dock to have my character impugned by people of very dubious character and my ’sanity’ questioned by people who are likely a whole lot crazier than I?”

What took him so long is simple for those of you who know anything about us. In 1994 we embarked on a project that was well under way by the time J.K. Rowling published her first book in the Harry Potter series. This project – a series of large-scale murals that we call The People’s Gallery - was not finished until July 2008. It was a mighty vision, a vital service to our community in the Bogside, a tribute and and a visual record of what we all  had lived through for over thirty years. To us nothing was more important that finishing it. I will repeat; NOTHING WAS MORE IMPORTANT TO US, not even MONEY. William is one of us, in case you didn’t know. One of the trio known as The Bogside Artists. We enjoy high esteem in the world and the global art community…. because we have earned it. Now, if you are still with us, let us cut to the chase:

The gallery expresses the experiences of a predominantly Irish Nationalist community. Their feelings towards England have never been friendly for reasons that are too easy to understand and which we need not elaborate upon here. At the core of that feeling was the firm collective conviction that justice was not to be found in England. The Birmingham Six, the Hunger Strikes and the bogus Widgery Tribunal that fully exonerated soldiers guilty of the Bloody Sunday massacre in the Bogside, to name just a few, meant simply that with regards to justice from England – forget it! And woe betide the man or woman from the Bogside who went there to find it! The Bloody Sunday Committee did just that because they had no choice and have spent years and years waiting for a result and are still waiting.

We, on the other had a choice. Given then this distrust against England’s self-serving notions of ‘justice’ on what grounds exactly was William to expect to win a case of plagiarism against J.K. Rowling in an English court assuming he would live long enough to get a verdict? And had he lost, which we took to be a virtual certainty, irrespective of what evidence he had, what would have become of our mission….our gallery? Our own reputations as credible artists and the high regard our murals are held in worldwide would have been wiped out overnight if only because we were dumb enough to seek justice in an English court against their literary champion, the flag-bearing J.K. Rowling. We chose to leave well enough alone… until we had finished our gallery.

Once our gallery was completed and inaugurated by Bishop Edward Daly and Nobel Laureate John Hume we decided immediately to publish TRAVELS WITH LI PO, at our own expense, if only to let the world know where the story came from. It is a story about an orphaned boy who doesn’t know he is a wizard heading off to a school for sorcerers in a parallel world where he is to be tutored by an old achemist in seeking the prize of immortality called The Philosopher’s Stone. Why at our own expense? Because no other publisher would have taken it on after Rowling’s version hit the shelves without being hauled into court by her for stealing  ‘her’ work. The so-called similarities are too obvious for words. Moreover, Rowling has established swift and merciless retribution as the ‘norm’ with regards to anybody infringing ‘her’ copyright. Attack, being the best form of defence and all that.

William knew well enough that once he had mapped out his plans for a series of seven books describing the adventures of his boy-hero Owen Muldoon he had created something of profound and global significance that would be a huge commercial success for anyone who took it on. He was understandably very wary of having his ideas stolen. Therefore, he sent the manuscript first to AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL where, alas, J.K. Rowling was working at the time.  She co-incidentally, an unknown writer, was working feverishly, we are to believe, on a story about an orphaned boy who doesn’t know he is a wizard heading off to a school for sorcerers in a parallel world where he is to be tutored by an old achemist in seeking the prize of immortality called The Philosopher’s Stone.

Where in fact this story really came from and the reasons for writing it in the first place are fully clarfied at ; http://www.travelswithlipo.com. 

There is a time and place for everything. The place was the conflicted grief-filled streets of the Bogside, Derry, N.Ireland. Streets, let it be said, full of men, women and children whose sense of abandonment was palapable. The place it wasn’t….. a train to London. What it was … a character and story born of a father’s experience of rearing kids in a war-torn situation, his time spent teaching and working with children, and his life as a down-at-heel political artist. What it wasn’t …..  an “idea”…. on  train to London. 

After telling him that Amnesty would not be publishing his book, a third party, who might be interested in publishing it, was suggested to him by Rowling. We must assume this was a saintly act on Rowling’s part as she was selflessly helping another to the utter detriment of her own effort and its chances of publication. The publisher wrote to say she would indeed publish his work and her husband elicited from William, an aspiring author, confidential information about the character he had created, the philosophy behind his story and two new chapters of the second volume, one entitled “The Trial” where the hero gets tried and is sent to jail for kssing the red-haired girl who is too smart for her own good and the other called “The Town of the Academics” where is situated the College for Sorcerers. The town is entirely given over to ancient books, tomes, papyri and magical alchemical texts. It’s purpose is to serve the college and nothing else. He also sent him a complete breakdown of the main character “Owen Muldoon” that you can find on the Similarities Complete link on the Li Po website. “… to my eternal regret”, says William. “I was at the end of  my tether. I believed they were publishing my book. I took a chance.” This publisher directed William to the internet where he was to find a contract form and send it off to him. Soon afterwards he received a letter from the man’s wife saying she had a “terminal illness” that he assumed to be cancer and would not be proceeding with the publication but had sent his book on to Christopher Little who “would know what to do with it.” He also received a very formal and cryptic letter from her husband telling him he was not to try to publish his work anywhere else. This woman is alive and well. She knows who she is.

Prior to our publication of Travels with Li Po in the winter of 2008 William, who knew what had happened to his book, took leave to send a letter to this ‘third party’ who, he is convinced, is very much involved in the pillaging of his work. She received his letter and immediately ran off with it  to Christopher Little whose legal hound Neil Blair replied with a swift “shut-up or else” letter to William at his home in Australia. That letter meant solely for her, let it be noted, and which has since been cited as potential grounds for defamation is reproduced below exactly as it was, word for word. 

          Frightening…. threatening ? Or just what it is, a simple and candid statement of intent with adequate furnishing for the reasons why?  Depends who you are. You decide.

 Oct 1st/2008

Dear  ……,
               I feel impelled to write to you . I sent you  the manuscript of a book I wrote for children many years ago about a boy who doesn’t know as yet that he is a sorcerer and is being trained into this realization by a bird, a magical bird, a Puffin  called Li Po. I shied away from calling my book after it’s hero Owen Muldoon and simply called it TRAVELS WITH LI PO. You wrote to tell me you would publish it. You wrote later to tell me you had cancer and would not be able to. You did send my book and the two extra chapters of Book Two to a “colleague” in London because you knew as I knew that it would be a smash hit whoever published it.

             What you may not have known at the time was that Joanna Rowling had already read my book. You have only to ask her to verify this.  I sent it to Amnesty International in 1990/91. Rowling wrote to me asking me all sorts of questions about the hero and the plot etc. Foolishly, I told her all she needed to know  just  as  I foolishly  told you and your husband. I always had fears that my book would be ripped off which is how and why it ended up on your desk to begin with, in Scotland.  English-Irish relationships were at an all-time low during those years. I trusted you after you told me you would publish it.  I had no reason not to.

              “Travels With Li Po”, that, I am certain, became transmogrified into ‘Harry Potter’, was born out of the abysmal sufferings of my community in Derry in the North of Ireland during The Troubles.  Now  I know , better than most, that it is a big  wicked world etc, etc, and no mercy is shown to anyone who naively trusts strangers and “to the victor belongs the spoils “and all the rest  of  that vile nonsense. My book was ripped off by people who think like that. Harry Potter is a crime against The Holy Spirit, to put it bluntly. Compared to my original, it is exploitative rubbish.

              I am writing to tell you that my book will be published soon by myself and the whole saga of this will be in the preface.  Now, I am telling it like it is; unless you, your husband or Rowling, have a good reason why I should not.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

    Regards, William Kelly.

                                            FORBES On Potter.

                   Forbes is America’s business think-tank mag.

Below is a quote from an early article (2001) article on the Potter phenomenon.

Seemingly the writer has no difficulty in accepting that a woman who never had a brother has suddenly become an expert in juvenile male psychology nor has even doubted for a second her claims to orginal creation. What he does do however is shed light on how and why a fantasy is manicured, tailored and marketed for mass consumption. Worth reading for all sorts of reasons. Here is the link to the complete article.  Forbes  on Potter.

“The ironic part is that Harry Potter doesn’t need the help. The young wizard himself is the greatest British hero since James Bond. Rowling is a worthy successor to Ian Fleming, who, incidentally was a pretty fair children’s book writer, too, having penned Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. The books are so popular that the movie would have been wildly anticipated, no matter how it was released. Harry Potter is such a skilled wizard, he might be allowed to work his own magic. He could hit his home runs even without a juiced ball or a corked bat. “

Flattering stuff don’t you think? from someone wrestling with the ‘given’ but expressing not a single doubt as to its origin. The timely creation of a hero for the age does not seemingly even merit the simple question of how this inevitability could possibly have found expression in an “idea” if you please that popped into a woman’s head during a train journey. Interestingly, it is the whole train idea itself that the Adrian Jacobs litigants are sueing over. Indeed, you could be forgiven for thinking that the shennanigans of Rowling’s script writers reflect the obsessive determination of shysters trying to prove righful ownership to something that never did and never could havc belonged to any of them, covering their tracks, as it were,  even before they have made them, to be certain of winning a case should it ever come to court as theyare most assuredly afraid it some day will.  Deplorable stuff in our view…. we who have taken great pains to set the record straight as the plumb- line we use for our murals … for all to see. Clearly, the architects of this “phenomenon” ( and that would include the alleged ’creator’) were smugly convinced from the start that once the product called Potter was accepted and enjoyed by countless kids queries as to its authenticity would be readily snuffed out by means of tacit support from the guard dogs of the  media (especially the British media bloated as ever with their imperial delusions), - brutally  aggressive legal tactics protecting alleged copyright and on-going relentless self-fortification against any form of scrutiny from any source.

 This shamelessly amoral  game has been going on for quite some time and will only end when every single penny that can be extracted from Potter has made it loyal way to the coffers of the coporations and their subsidiaries both sides of the Atlantic who have been feeding off the commercial brew  for well  over a decade. The truth is Harry Potter was hijacked from a previous creation. End of story. And his true origins lie in the purgatory of  political conflict in Northern Ireland not in a silly daydream. From the battle front of collective tragedies, let us repeat ….. not from an “idea”.

It is atonishing to us that ‘intelligent’ people, writers and journalists would you believe?, men with degrees as long as your stupidity, teachers of literature etc, etc, have bought into this cock-and-bull crap with scarcely a one asking a single serious question as to the authenticity of Rowling’s claims when it is glaringly obvious to anybody who is not a congenital retard that the source must clearly be elsewhere. This blog is to make it clear to you where that ELSEWHERE actually is and indeed why Potter exists at all.