Sobieski II said:
@Samaldanach: Why so many people who want to kill you?
Well, one I'm counting wasn't because of me being me. It was a korean guy who mistook me for being an American. Probably because I'm big and stupid looking, much like many Americans
So, technically he doesn't actually count as a personal enemy just someone who doesn't like a particular group of which he thought I was a member. But I'm counting it anyway!
The others were a result of me being me. About six years ago when I was working at UCL, some commie/ anarchist yoyos were doing some unethical and potentially very dangerous experiments. This situation was brought to my attention by one of my allies. While I didn't consider them to be a real threat to the general public I though it would be worth my time attempting to force an assymetric collaboration on them ie. they do a huge amount of work for me and I get all the credit
They didn't take too kindly to my generous proposal
with its associated threats and told me to go spin.
While they had stood up to my initial bull rush it became apparent that they had been frightened by it. They decided to pull a counter move with an attempted smear which as it turns out was the worst thing they could have done. The substance of the smear was that I was guity of incest rape, that I had raped my children. The slight flaw in this accusation was that I don't happen to have any children
While I was mildly amused by the allegation and their stupidity, it was clear that they wanted me dead and hoped that a member of the general public would do the good deed for them.
I kind of expected them to wind up some thuggish member of the public who I was really looking forward to maiming at the least. Of course, most battle plans don't survive contact with the enemy and when the attack came it took, what for me at the time, was a suprising form.
I had been lounging, watching some late night poker on T.V. with the lights off and had been enjoying a spliff. At some point I had switched the T.V to standby and zonked out on the sofa. I was woken by the front door being rattled, I paused to wonder why I wasn't in my bed, once I had figured that out I headed off to the front door to investigate. I saw the letter box being rattled and the shape of someone illuminated by the street lights on the outside.
I was still half asleep and a bit stoned. I flipped the latch on the door with the intention of telling the guy to f-off and quit larking around. I didn't say anything because as soon as I opened the door the guy smacked me in the face with a half empty can of petrol. It wasn't a particularly hard blow and didn't set me back on my heels. The guy had instantly wheeled around and was heading out of the ...er... garden. I was in pursuit and was delighted to see him stumble and go sprawling over the crumbling low wall which allowed me to close.
Once I had grabbed him, I almost let go of him in suprise as he let out this shrill screech and I realised he was just a kid. I recovered my grip on him and sat on him for a minute while I pondered what to do about him. I didn't feel like killing him and I was curious to know what his story was.
I calmed him down, I assured him that I wasn't going to phone the police and that I wasn't going to hurt him. I just wanted to know what was going on. He said that the evening before he had been on a train and there were four people talking loudly about this monstrous guy of their acquaintance ( that would be me
). The boy had been listening intently to them and eventually piped up and asked if it was true. They assured him that it was.
He then told them his story about what had happened to him, how he and his elder sister had been abused and that she had committed suicide ( this story was later confirmed to me by his GP ). He told them how guilty he felt about not speaking up or doing something at the time. They were sympathetic to him and said perhaps you could do something now. They gave him my home address.
He had thought about it and decided to pour some petrol through my door and torch me. Fortunately for me it didn't go entirely to plan.
Of the four miscreants, one identified himself to the boy at the time. I know him. We later went through photographs of staff members from a number of UCL departments, physiology and anatomy to name but two, he identified two of the others one being an FRS. The fourth remains unidentified but I believe and so do a few others that the fourth person is a Greek Cypriot suck-but from another college who has ocassionally lectured at UCL.
While I was delighted that this event had opened up a clear attacking angle on the Royal Society. I was dismayed at their callousness and knew that they would quite happily use the most vulnerable members of British society as weapons against me. I subsequently spent the next two days at UCL telling everyone who would listen that I did not have children
They eventually got the message and they dropped the child abuser accusation in favour of one that I had raped my mother. Which in a way I was vaguely flattered by as that is the same accusation they had levelled at Charles Darwin
I eventually got attacked by some thugs as well. Which was good fun. They will think twice before being somebodys pawns in future. I didn't kill or maim them BTW just cut one of them a little
2005 marks my return to London and this time its mine.
Anybody interested in a career in science feel free to P.M. me as I should have lots of PhDs to place. Either in allied or subjugated labs. If I don't have opportuinites in subject labs it is because the scientists in question have chosen a life jail sentence as a career option as opposed to the very sensible "do as I say and win me a nobel prize option!"
Hopefully that answers your question. I am ambitious and power hungry. I can destroy at will the reputations and careers of large numbers of influential people. They don't like that. I've also been labelled a child abuser and a mofo the general public doesn't like that.
Some of the Professors at UCL also told the Police and the Police being simple-minded and in awe of them let it be known that anyone in the general public could kill me if they wanted to and they wouldn't investigate.
What puzzles me given all this is I've only had three attempts on my life and one of those is because someone thought I was American
