In an astonishing turnabout, yesterday Jim McMenamin donned his best hip-waders, screwed his courage to the sticking-place, and ventured into the boggy wasteland that is Neelu Berry’s Facebook page. (She goes by Ved Chaudhari on Facebook, for reasons that probably make sense to her and no one else.)
Jim’s mission: to advise Neelu to stop claiming that her bestie, Christine Ann Sands, had witnessed the murders of three infants while she was a guest in Christ Church, Hampstead, last spring.
Apparently Jim feels absolutely no compunction about railing away on Twitter and elsewhere that a ‘Satanic cult’ and/or ‘state-sponsored trauma-based mind control’ group are running rampant in a North London community, where they not only spend their days raping small children, murdering and roasting babies which they import via DHL, and feasting on the gory remains while wearing shoes made of baby skin.
All of that is perfectly believable in Jim’s book.
But really, Neelu. Knock it off about the whole ‘murdering babies in full view of witnesses in a church’ thing, would you? That’s just a step too far, and it might make people laugh at the Hoaxtead pushers.
Jim is nothing if not sensible. After all, one must draw the line somewhere, mustn’t one?