Day 2 George Rolph Second Hunger Strike


Hi everyone.

Day one of my hunger strike in aid of calling for mercy for the disabled from our government.

Start weight 212.00 lbs.

Hope you are all well and if not well, at least standing up to whatever ails you with all the courage you can muster. Please, read on.

Napoleon was riding at the head of his army one day when the bridle on his horse was suddenly caught by a woman.

“Sir, she cried, I beg of you. Let me speak and be patient to hear me!”

“I will hear you. Speak on.” Napoleon said to her. 

“Sir, the crying women began, my husband is condemned to die. I beg of you, have mercy on him and set him free. He is all that I and my children have left in this world. Your war destroyed our farm, our home and all of our belongings. I have lost four brothers who died serving you and our country. Two of my children died in the fire that took our house. It is enough! Sir, it is within your power, please, give me back my husband!”

Napoleon gazed down at the woman from his saddle above her. Behind him the whole army had halted, waiting for him to move on and he was anxious to do so. 

“Woman, he said, finally, what is it your husband is accused of?”

The woman lifted her tear stained face and looked up at him.

“Sire. He is accused of treason” she said. She was trembling now. Deeply aware of the enormity of her husband’s crime against the very man she was appealing too. 

A look of impatient fury crossed Napoleon’s face.

“Treason? Treason! Your husband plotted against me? Against France!”

“Oh sire, the woman cried, my husband was beside himself with grief. He had lost everything he had worked for. So many that he had loved. When your soldiers took our cattle to feed upon he was in a rage of anguish. It was then that he spoke in anger against you. How could he feed his surviving children and me if your army took all the food that we had? He had spoken within that rage against both you and France, but it was only his despair that cried against you. Not his heart. He has ever been loyal to France and to you, sire.”

Napoleon glared down at the woman. “Let justice take its course.” He said, contemptuously, and dug his spurs into the horse’s flanks. The horse lunged forwards, but the crying woman kept her grip upon the bridle and prevented it. All around her, soldiers raised their guns and aimed at her but she held the bridle fast and would not let go.

“Sir, please. Grant me my petition.” She begged.

“I grant you justice!” Cried Napoleon.”Your husband must die. It is the law. It is what justice demands. Would you have me deny justice her rewards to save a man who spoke treason against his country and his emperor?”

Still the woman clung to his bridle. 

She looked up at him. Her dirty face streaked with rivers of tears. Her body trembling in fear. She was pale. Her clothes filthy. Then, suddenly, a new courage gripped her. She pulled herself upright. Released the bridle and stared Napoleon in the eye. When she began to speak her voice was strong. Resolute. 

“It is the mark of greatness upon a man that he is not only a leader who is ruthless, cunning, wise and strong; but that he carries within his heart grace and love for those who give all to follow him and support his endeavours on the fields of battle. A grace and love that runs deep within his heart, as a river runs through a gorge. 

For what is a man who has neither grace or love? He is a brute! A beast! A cur, that by an accident of history has risen to be a leader. Such a man is not great, but low. Such a man is not a lion, but a wolf. Such a man is not an eagle, but common carrion!”

She stared hard into Napoleon’s eyes as nervous soldiers fingers tightened on the triggers of their guns and their eyes watched closely for any physical threat this woman may pose to their emperor. Yet, even so, they has respect for this woman. She alone had halted Napoleon and his army. A feat no other had yet achieved in Europe. Though frightened and frail, she had stood up to the most feared man on the continent. Now, she lectured that man on leadership and greatness. She had rebuked him in public and, from her new proud and courageous bearing, it was clear that she was not afraid to die for her words.

She spoke again. Her words strong and clear and loud.

“Justice? She cried. Her voice unwavering and stern. I did not ask you for justice. I asked you for mercy. Justice comes from a vengeful heart. Mercy, from a heart of love. All of France knows you carry justice in your heart; but France looks on to see if you have mercy there also “

Her words had cut deeply into Napoleon’s heart. He glanced over at the general beside him who carried in his hand the bronze Aigle de drapeau, the French Imperial Eagle. The symbol of the greatness of France, her empire and her leader. As he looked upon that symbol, her words rang again in his heart.

‘Such a man is not great, but low. Such a man is not a lion, but a wolf. Such a man is not an eagle, but common carrion!’

He made his decision quickly and kicked his horse forward into a walk. When he was ten paces ahead of the woman, he turned to face her again. She stood now in the road between him and his army. 

Napoleon raised his voice so all close to him could hear. 

“I have in my heart a great love for France, as all of you who march with me also do. We love her so dearly and so completely that we are willing to leave our blood in her fields to bring her honour and glory. You men follow me because you see in me that love for France and for her people. When I lead you into battle or march at the head of this great army then I am France and France is me.”

He paused and walked his horse until its head was level with the women standing there in the middle of the road and looking so defiantly up at him. He studied her for a moment before continuing.

“France is strong. France is proud. France is glorious…, but France is no cur, no wolf and no carrion. France demands justice, yes! But France must also love her people enough to extend the hand of mercy to those she wounds.”

He paused again and looked down at the woman. He smiled at her and raised his head again to address the men before him.

“I decree that this woman shall be given a home and fertile land for the upkeep of her family. What France has taken, let France renew! I further decree that her husband shall receive twenty lashes for the crime of treason, that his life shall be spared and he shall be given his freedom. In this way, both justice and mercy shall be satisfied.”

The soldiers before him lowered their guns and their faces split into broad smiles before they split the air with a mighty roar and cheer and threw their caps high above their heads.

Napoleon bent in the saddle and caught the woman’s arm. He pulled her to him and kissed both of her cheeks. 

“Go! He said, softly to her. Go and get your husband and tell him his emperor also sacrifices all for his country and loses, every day, many of his children to the enemies of France. Though their spilt blood breaks my heart and fury burns within me; and though their hunger also grieves me, yet I am loyal. Tell your husband that is all that France requires of him.”

The woman kissed his hands and then moved to the side of the road. Napoleon wheeled his horse and the army marched on. Beside him, the general held high the Aigle de drapeau. Behind him the cheering soldiers and the weeping grateful women cried as one, “Vive la France! Vive la France!”

Today we begin another 40 day protest together. The aim is simple; we seek to discover if our leaders are cur, wolves and carrion or great, lions, and eagles. Their own actions from this day forwards will determine what they are and how our history will remember them.

Fight with me and together we shall seek both justice AND mercy for those who cannot fight for themselves.

George Rolph
July 21st 2013


George Rolph Death Threat Revealed

This blog has been edited and the original material temporarily removed for one reason and one reason alone. George has removed the information from his own page. I would think because the police have finally been in touch and he has now got his crime reference number.

In case the publishing of the threat compromises an action I have removed it until I know differently.

I thought it important that the public knew just how hounded George has been, as have his supporters.

This will not go away. More and more people are seeing through what has gone on and the part played in it by Atos Miracles particularly Scar Sugarplum aka Bernadette Del Aguila (entrepreneur and owner of a telepest phone number and still advertising her business which was struck off ), Welfare News Service writer Gina Ravens, who shares smut and uncouth material on her twitter account and who incidentally wrote an article about George as if she had a professional opinion.

George And Mildred Have A Disagreement!

George Rolph posted yesterday about the vile attacks on him in recent weeks. George has recently posted on this and gives his opinions on what lies behind the attacks. Sarah Brown has blogged her own thoughts on it. 

At this point, I am inclined to agree with Sarah. I wont recopy it all here but just add a link to Sarah’s blog.

A Statement by George Rolph – Day 40 Hunger Strike Against Atos & DWP

Day 40 of my hunger strike. A personal milestone for me.

The Minister for psychopathy in Westminster has asked me to issue the the following warning to members of the public visiting this page. 

In reading the words placed here by Mr George Rolph, you may be subjected to freedom of speech and the government can take no responsibility for what this might do to you if you have a tiny mind. 

People with a totalitarian nature are therefore advised to stay away from this page and to congregate in small groups on Facebook and vent hatred in all directions until normal levels of dysfunction has been resumed. 

Ima Loony.
Under secretary of State for leftyism.

I just want to warn everyone that I can feel a personal opinion coming on. It may appear here within hours or even days. 

Now, I appreciate that SOME PEOPLE think I, a) should not have any personal opinions (especially if they are shared by millions of other men around the world) and b) that I should be shot for daring to express them on my own FB page but, never being one to cave in to bully boys and girls, I will probably go ahead and publish it here anyway. 

Of course, no one HAS to read it. I have not seen anything in the FB ‘terms and conditions’ which states reading my personal opinions is compulsory. That, however, is not likely to deter the average hate monger who is only able to view life through their own political perspective. 

They will read it and go through the usual mad knee jerk reactions. First there will be outrage. Then a lip quivering sense of personal victimisation. Then will come a growing rage that will boil over into a pathological hatred. All of this will fuel a massive sense of personal and collective victim-hood and finally they will gather in little groups to spread as much poison around as they possibly can about me, personally.

If their personal attacks fail — and they will — they will say that he has only written this because his hunger strike (which they do not believe I am actually doing; but let’s not allow logic to interfere with a good bit of mob rule mentality not seen since the same kind of people were hanging blacks in the Southern States of America) has altered his mental state and tipped him over into a form of madness. 

It has not, of course. In fact I have been writing about these things for many years and I am far from alone in doing so.

Why will they behave in this way? Well, because the real madness lies with them and they escape detection by always being the first, the loudest and the most aggressive to point the finger for what THEY do, at others, and blame them. 

It is called ‘projection.’ 

A psychological weapon used by all of societies abusers against their victims. A sort of, ‘I-hate-you-for-what-I-do’ mental aberration. One that Marxists, and Feminist-Marxists in particular, are infamous for. 

Herbert Marcuse of the Frankfurt School had a more academic name name for this behaviour, he called it ‘Repressive Tolerance.’ A political name for an abusive behaviour. ‘Repressive Tolerance’ is the idea that anything the left does is good. Anything the right does is bad. Anything the left does, no matter how bad, must always be praised as good. Anything the right does should always demonised, no matter how good for society it maybe. 

Ever found yourself doing that?


So, be aware that a personal opinion is coming. Those of you unable to tolerate that fact may need to grab a tin hat and some Valium and go hide in a basement reciting Chairman Mao’s name to yourselves over and over because, when I feel this urge to speak out, it is very difficult to prevent it happening.

Weight today:209.04 lbs 
Start weight: 260.00 lbs

The doctor tells me the results of my blood tests are that my cholesterol is too high and that he was unable to get a result for Potassium levels due to having to keep the blood in the fridge for 24 hrs before sending it off to be tested. This, he tells me, is my fault because I told him I would never make it to a place in Clapham he wants me to go too to have the blood tests done. I explained that if I say, I don’t think I could make that kind of a journey, it is because I don’t think I could make that kind of a journey, and he went deaf. Telling me, again, that I need to go to Clapham. When I told him, yet again, that I was pretty sure that if I were struggling to reach the end of my street and back Clapham would be a journey too far, he said, and I quote: “Well, in that case, should we just forget the blood tests because you do not want to cooperate?”

I think some bottom covering is going on with him in case the worst happens. I can hear him telling anyone who asks in the future about his standards of medical care, “Well. I did everything I could to try and help him but he would no cooperate with me.”

Sometimes these educated idiots just make my head spin!

ATOS are missing a trick. They should employ this man immediately. He has the perfect attitude for the job. 

Anyway, apart from that I feel great.

Fight on people, because if you do not, who will?
Don’t let them tread on you.

Please read ‘Cunning plan MK Three’ (below) and make some calls. Check the comments for any helpful hints others may offer.

Thank you. Love you guys. Keep at it.

29 June 2013.
Day 40 of my hunger strike. — feeling determined.

George Rolph Hunger Strike Day 30

Yesterday was a particularly tough day for me. The internet became full of rumours, and rumours of rumours and whispers and down right LIES claiming George Rolph is a fake, sexist, homophobic woman hater. Blogs went up about it, people spent the whole day hell bent on a character assination. One account facebook which was filled with pictures of swaztica’s and zombies took delight in spreading a link to a particular blog on every thread he could find on the campaign page that had been set up by another group to support George and other campaign pages. The whole episode was vile vile and destructive.
Why would these things be claimed if they are not true?
It is quite simple really, George Rolph is his own man, with his on view, with his own reality, with his own experience. Like the rest of us our reality is what has been real for us during our lives. Georges life story is public. He was abused by females to such an extent he has post traumatic stress disorder. He has spent many years trying to come to terms with what has happened to him as well as supporting others who have suffered a similar fate. He has done much research and written many articles over the years. It is people like George that have opened our eyes to the fact that SOME women are disgustingly aggressive and abusive to their partners. George does not hate ALL women. He does not like EXTREME ideologies as they have impacted on his own personal life experience. Marxist feminism is one such area. This does not make him a woman hater.
George had posted some past articles that he had written on his personal facebook page, which incidently is the only place he posts. Some of his supporters felt it was an attack on all women and he was told to take them down or lose support from people who initially wanted to help him. I doubt that George will ever respond to demands made by women again  In fact, what happened clearly showed that what he had written was actually true. If he wanted support he would have to do as he was told and stop being the person he was.
Kevan toner hit the nail on the head when people asked ‘What is going on’  He replied:
”A few people on the far left are upset that George’s views doesn’t fit in with their EXACT agendas, instead of just accepting him as he is. Which is a great shame.
People are misinterpreting George as attacking women as he is at odds with hard line feminists who dont like to admit that women can also be abusive towards men.
His hunger strike is for the purpose of bringing light on the horrific abuses of ATOS and the DWP for ALL PEOPLE, both men and women. Its a shame that people pick on specific things he says without looking at the broader picture and understanding that he has suffered abuse and this is why he has these views.
The media are playing on this and will use it to sow discord, dont let them!
Think for a second and accept people for who they are, dont try and force your own beliefs and agendas upon them.
I am fully behind George and against the mass murdering policies of the DWP and ATOS
If you are unable to think past that sort of negative thinking I feel sorry for you.
This sort of “he did that” “she did this” “he/she is an awful person because such&suchareason” attitude is why we are in this predicament in the first place.
This is why people are dying.
If you are attacking George because of his views then you are part of the problem, you might as well apply for a job at ATOS!
#ATOSKILLS #mass murder #atos #dwp #IDS #DavidCameron #UKGOV #fairsociety #facepalm ”
(Shared with permission)