Yesterday we revealed that ‘researcher’ Charlotte Ward Alton was contacted by a long-deceased journalist from a long-defunct magazine. Incredible as that sounds, we looked back a little further and discovered that Charlotte is no stranger to communicating with imaginary friends.
If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll recall that Neelu had her day in court last week, and since none of the scheduled witnesses would consent to appear in court, the charges were dismissed. However, a week before that appearance,
Are you feeling down in the dumps, wondering what this world’s coming to? Do you wish you could do something to turn the world’s frown upside down? No, nor do we.
First, the good news: it looks like Neelu actually managed to drag her sorry mad arse to court today. Can we hear ‘amen’! The bad news: it looks as though the original charge of ‘vexing a priest’ has been thrown out. Hmm.
I suppose it should come as no shock to anyone that Neelu wouldn’t hire just any old solicitor to represent her against the paedo-illuminati-satanic-lizard-people-baby-rapers.
Neelu is due in court today, but we’re not placing any bets on whether she’ll make it. Since early September she’s 0 for 3…or is that 4? and her latest mass emailings don’t look promising.
Yesterday we noted that Neelu might or might not have a court date scheduled for tomorrow, 7 October. Her most recent despatch from the Planet Zod, far from clarifying matters, leaves us scratching our collective heads in puzzled amazement…and wondering what terrible karmic sins her solicitors at Hanson Young must have committed in past lives,…
Thanks to the anonymous commenter who pointed us to this post from Belinda, apparently sent to her private email list:
Here’s the latest from Neelu: So…let’s see if we’re getting this: on 2 September, the judge decided Neelu’s case was outside the jurisdiction of the Magistrate’s court, and transferred it to Blackfriars Crown Court for 15 September. Okay, so far, so good.
We were browsing through some old video discussion threads the other day, and happened upon this tiny treasure trove of delight: freakish Araya Soma’s ideas about how sex works, and her plans for ‘rehab clinics’ for anyone she or her deranged cronies suspect of being a paedophile.