King Cnut

King Cnut is the Danish King that came to the throne of England in 1016, exactly 1000 years ago. That’s neat, a neat counting sort of number. King Cnut symbolises COUNTing, CUNTs, and CONTrol. Sometimes Cnut is written as Canute, Knut, or Knud. Spellchecker will probably rewrite Cnut as Cunt, showing us the spell that is cast by King Cnut.

United Kingdom…
Cnut ruled England and Denmark together, the union lasting 26 years. Maybe it was the first United Kingdom. Denmark is the oldest monarchy in Europe, England the second oldest. The first English King was crowned in Bath in 978. It didn’t take long for Denmark to butt in and get two cuntries. Are you counting, King Count, how many countries do you need ?

King Cunt…
The most important thing that a King rules over is the cunt, as this controls the breeding. Kings generally rule over whole countries, which can mean many millions of cunts to be counted. Too many to count. A King’s wealth and status depends on the size of his cunt count, how many cunts he owns and controls. Did you think you owned your own body ?

Count countries…
A King rules over a country. Kings do a lot of counting too. Obviously King Cnut counted two cuntries. These days, Denmark seems to be part of a group of four cuntries of Scandinavia, and so does England, which rules over Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales. (at time of going to press).

Counties…
In England there are regional sub-divisions of the country, called “counties”, places like Somerset, Cornwall, Buckinghamshire. And Kent. Within each county, there is a count of the population. You can find out how many quite easily. Add them all up, and you get the total count. This makes the King’s counting process easier.

Hundred…
In times gone by, regions of England were called “Hundred”. Maybe that is the number of cunts in each area, with boundaries drawn up to fence in one hundred cunts at a time. A hundred is sometimes known as “cent”, or century, marked by a letter ‘C’ in Roman numerals. Sometimes Cnut is called King Canute, which is more similar to centu, or centaur maybe. ‘C’ for a count of a hundred cunts. The cunt is the centre of everything. Everything revolves and spins around the cunt.

Hunny…
This is a term of affection bestowed upon a wife by her husband, it looks like a shortened form of “hundred”. It might be just another word for “cunt”, meaning one hundred, or century. Honey is a female symbol of the Queen Bee.

Constituents…
….are the parts that make up the whole. Or is it the womb hole, w.hole, since this post is about cunts. A modern day parliamentary constituency has boundaries drawn up to fence in roughly the same sort of numbers into each area, it must be part of the constitution, or cunstitution. A count of constituents is kept by getting everyone to regularly sign up to the electoral roll, otherwise they can’t vote and won’t count.

Count Roll Control…
The Electoral Roll is the list of all the cunts that have registered to vote. Stand up and be counted for God’s Sake. Save the cuntry ! The job of the electoral roll is counting the cunts that want to be counted. How many liberated women are there who want to be counted ? Because actually liberated women are fetching a good price these days, they are so willing to cunt and count, and therefore worth so much more. The role of the Electoral roll is to keep count. Lkke all things modern, it has a sort of self check-in method whereby you willingly stand up to be counted. Do it yourself counting, saves the King a lot of work.

Counting House…
The nursery rhyme goes “The King was in his counting house, counting out his money”. Lots of money to be made from cunts. And obviously all the cunts have to be housed somewhere, so much easier to count them.

Not housed ?
Then how can you be counted ? People of No Fixed Abode are really annoying to the authorities, they mess up the count. They go from one county to another and upset the numbers. Sometimes it means redrawing the boundaries to cope.

Farming…
The bigger the numbers of cunts that King Cnut keeps, the harder it is for him to keep control and keep count. But he has a cunning plan. He can farm out the counting and control, delegate it. It is called “animal husbandry”. Maybe one farmer husband for each hundred cunts ? …or even better maybe one farmer per cunt ? Does that look like the friendly “per cent” thing we are all taught at school? per cunt, per cent….

Per Cuntage…
Maths exam question : If there are 100 farmers and 100 cunts in a county, what percuntage return will King Cnut get from his investment in farmers ? It’s great isn’t it, he can breed so many more new cunts this way, simply by farming it all out. Good business means learning how to delegate.

Family Tree…
And so the family tree is the Cunt Tree. Look at the way the numbers expand at each generation, clever eh ? Farmed families, farmed cunts, family farming, friendly family farming. It’s good profit for King and Cunttree.

Two cunts…
King Cnut started small with two cuntries, just like a modern day business. Look at the “%” sign. What do you notice? Looks like two circles and a rod to me. A rod is a rule, the King’s rule, a 6 inch ruler being something else you need to take into a Maths exam, a 6 inch rod being something you use to seed the cunt. The circle is the symbol of the female. O for female I for male. The rod goes into the hole for power. The power symbol on electronic devices is usually a line going into a circle. It seems the percent sign would be a good logo for King Cnut, one ruler, two countries. The same symbols appear in the number 100, which is a century.

Mattermatics…
Maths is about making mater, matter, mothers into automatics. It is going to destroy us all with numbing numbers, endless counting. Cunt with your fingers. Have we all been programmed since primary school ? Automatic breeding without the love. Breeding by numbers. Farming.

Selling Counts…
The King was counting his money, and if he owns lots of cunts, he can do good trade. Cunts are always in demand, it is the world’s oldest trade. Virgin cunts are probably worth more, hence the demand for paedophilia. Look how rich the King of Virgin is, you can call him Rich for short, or maybe Dick. The Virgin brand is highly profitable. The more cunts you own, the more you can shore yourself up against bankruptcy. The King is counting cunts, but he is also doing a stock take, counting the value of each cunt too. The word “value” looks like “valve” or “vulva” to me. Try swapping the words next time you see “value”. That is why everyone likes “good value for money”.

In Shore…
King Cnut is famous for sitting his throne on the shore and supposedly stopping the tide. (which obviously stops anyway whether or not his throne is there). The King is shored up by all his wealth, protected by it. Insurance is a protection racket, because the King is really very frightened at how he will survive without it. The more you get hooked on this sort of racket, the more you believe it is essential for survival, the more you fear, and the more you crave. The lesson is that the tide stops and turns anyway regardless of how much insurance you have. The water will go its own way. And if the tide doesn’t stop one day, your insurance won’t help because Acts of God are excluded.

Accounting…
The honorable and respected profession of accounting is one of the highest services to the King. His money must be counted somehow. Each cunt has a different value, cunts can be traded and stocked, and it is not as simple as just counting cunts, or even countries. There are all sorts of rules of the game.

Mono Poly Game…
With housing and banking, it is starting to sound like the game of Monopoly. Monopoly is based in London, just like King Cnut, and the banks. Poly-gamy is the game of multiple wives, multiple cunts, harems. Mono-gamy is the game of one wife. It seems that the King owns the whole lot, and the farmer or husband some sort of sub contractor, or business franchisee. It’s a Monopoly.

The Game…
…refers to prostitution, the original game of all. It seems that all women that belong to an official country (both Eastern and Western cults) are some sort of prostitute, to be traded, ultimately owned and counted by one King or another.

Queen Cnut…
All proper Kings have a Queen beside them. The nursery rhyme continues… “The Queen was in the Parlour eating bread and honey”. What does the Queen get up to while the King is counting his millions of money of cunts ? She is the Bee of course, she needs honey or hunny to fatten her, and bred for breeding. Good breeding.

Parlourment…
The UK parliament is the model for the rest of the world. Just like the UK’s Queen Elizabeth and Queen-to-Bee Kate are models on magazine covers. The parliament is the Queen’s parlour, the polite front room where the (cer)vicar comes for tea. It’s a facade, a polite political tea party facade, with lots of opposition to create opposite poles and more polling. It is a cover story like the cover story of the Queen and Kate on the magazines.

Honey from polling…
The Queen gets her honey from polling (See Polling Nation). There is so much polling now, I think that maybe a cross in the box every 5 years is not enough to feed her any more. She needs them all year round. Not enough honey. Not enough in bred. She seems to need a constant drip feed of polling these days. I guess it’s another form of the polling game, polygamy.

Counting votes…
…another counting job for the Monarchy, it seems to be the primary role for the King. The King is there to count. Except he has worked out he can sub-contract some drones do it for him and report back. I hear you can get a good count of money for counting votes.

Women be counted…
Many women say they vote because the suffragettes died to get us counted. Maybe we can start a new religion and wear an effigy of a dead suffragette around our necks. Women, do you want to be counted ? Go on, be a number ! That is what the men do, it must be good.

Archbishop of Canterbury…
…is leader of the Church of England. Canterbury is where Cnut landed. And you can see that Canterbury is named after Cnut. Canterbury is capital of the county of Kent, also named after Cnut. The Queen or King is head of the Church of England. The C of E was formed when England split with Europe, when King Henry VIII wanted his divorce but the Pope refused. Now we are splitting up with Europe again, will we have a new church ? Will it be a church of liberated women voters ? Churches like to count their numbers, just like the King. It is the size of the congregation that counts. Maybe they count the hymens or hymns too? Hymns usually have a number… And now we will sing hymen number 263. Let us stand and be counted.

Canter…
Horses canter, a nice smooth run compared to the racing gallop, or the rising foxtrot. Nice girls, especially Royalty, have to sit side saddle on a horse. It’s so the canter doesn’t break the hymen, we can’t have the horse claiming the virgin. Virgins count for more, they are worth more. There is a lot going on with girls and ponies, girls love ponies don’t they, but we can’t have the PONIES stealing the job of the PENIS.

Count Sell…
Kings traditionally have a counsel to advise them, it must be to advise them on business deals to do with counting and selling. These days “counsel” is a barrister in Court. The top barristers are called “Queen’s Counsel” or QC. You can see that the Court system is all about the Monarchy and counting and controlling the cunts. Courtship is the old fashioned name given to pursuing a cunt. Regions of England have “councils” which are an extension of the Monarchy power to control, count, and report back to the King. Counselling is an up and coming profession, a growth industry, and I am beginning to think it is about thought control.

Fight for King and Country…
King Cnut’s cunt farmers are also useful for fighting wars. Although that does mess up the home farming a bit, but hey we can always breed some more farmers, it only takes a properganda campaign like the recent ine in Denmark that has produced a baby boom. Farmers can turn into soldiers. Soldiers invade cuntries, like farmers invade cunts to breed. It is the same skill set. Soldiers can aquire a whole cuntry and its contents for the King, a farmer can only produce one new cunt at a time. It is just a different sort of method to acquire more cunts to be counted. Colonies of cunts. It doesn’t matter how many men are lost and bled in battle as long as there are still plenty of cunts for breeding, and probably bleeding too.

River Kennet…
The River Kennet was once the River Cunnit. It sources at the SwallowHead (!) Springs, a sacred site at Avebury in the County of Wiltshire, and it empties into the River Thames or Isis. Avebury is the epicentre of crop circles in the whole world and also reputedly contains the most complex crossover of Earth Energies. An incredible ceremonial landscape. I wonder if the cunt of the female body boasts the same amazing energies? Are the crop circles that are found in farmer’s fields symbolising the planting of male seeds in female Earth, to later reap the harvest and the financial reward.

Kennet and Avon Canal…
The Kennet and Avon Canal, KA Canal, or Carnal Kate Canal. A carnal canal known as Cunnit, great stuff. The canal is also known as The Queen of the Waters. No wonder Kate’s births are linked to Bath where the KA canal begins to rise out of the City of Bath. The people who live on the canal are not housed, and many are of no fixed abode, not always in the same county, so are difficult to count, and difficult to get on the electoral roll. They don’t fit into the counting system properly, and huge efforts are being made by the authorities to make them fit.

Count the Horses…
There are lots in this post. The suffragette symbolically died under the Kings Horse. Horses are taken to war to fight for King and Cuntry. Police use horses to maintain the decrees of the Queen’s polite political parlourment. A centaur (center, canter, canuter) is a crossbreed man and horse, oh what happened there, King Cnut ? The K and A canal was built for horses to pull trade boats between Bath and London, the two coronation cities of England. But the horses are now banned from the towpath! Except…. there is one place where there is a tourist horse drawn boat… “Kintbury”.

King Cannot…
The King does not have a cunt. So he can’t do what the cunt does. He cannot grow a baby. It maybe why he is driven to own so many cunts and be so shored up and insured for life. It is a desire to replace the security which was taken away from him so brutally young. (Please see Consume Ate). Methinks only love will solve this one, and the fake love and adulation of adoring owned subjects bestowed upon their king (or any idol) is not the real thing.

King Cant…
But the King can make spells or cantations so that he can decant from the cunt, decant the blood, and the brood. There is a lot of misspelling in this post, can you count the different spellings of Cnut ? Have you noticed that a “spell” is also a period of time. A missed spell maybe a missed period, and therefore a successful pregnancy. MIss spell sounds like the spell cast by a virgin.

Kundalini…
Sometimes King Cnut is written Knud, like Kundalini. Knud line, the line of Cnut. And maybe this is the crux of the matter. The King is controlling the Kundalini of his country, by controlling and counting, numbering and numbing the cunts. I have a government number, it’s called a National Insurance number, to insure the nation against what exactly ? I think I am just paying into King Cnut’s cunt count fund. Those that have read my earlier posts will know that I am curious about the possibilty that women can conceive without sperm via parthenogenesis. To conceive, it seems one of the essential requirements is for the kundalini to be rising into an orgasmic state. I doubt that numbed cunts can do this ( Please see Custom of Excision), and therefore the orgasm of the male inside the womb is required to ignite the conception. To control cunts and kundalini is to control conception, the very origin of our selves. It is a form of contraception (control ception) to stop girls getting themselves pregnant. Maybe more on that another time.

Cunt…
….is a rude word, maybe because it implies that all you are is a cunt to be a counted and controlled. A number. I don’t think “hunny” is any better. Talking of which, hospitals like to numb cunts at birth, so noone feels the birth properly. Maybe we need a new word for a very sacred space. And maybe we need to make the space more sacred than it currently cuntly is.

Twin Cuntries…
Two cunts entwined and united under one King, like Denmark and England once were. All countries are female, as all Earth is, and all boats are. The Danish flag is the inverse of the English flag. Denmark has 3 male lions to symbolise its Royal Coat of Arms, as does England. There are 4 countries of Scandinavia, and 4 of the UK. They are both seafaring nations, with a long history of seamen, and semen.

Kinnock…
The two countries are currently linked by political rulers. The recently removed Danish Prime Minister is married to Neil Kinnock’s son, who is now a Welsh MP. (Neil Kinnock is ex leader of the Labour Party). So 1000 years on from King Cnut, there is a fragment of repeating history joining the Queen’s parlourment of the two countries. Will Kinnock be Prime Minister one day ? Does “Kinnock” look like King or Knut ? And is there any breeding control to determine who becomes Prime Minister, just like the Royals are controlled ?

Farming Pigs…
Denmark originally joined Europe to protect its “agricultural exports” to Britain, mainly Danish Bacon to feed the piggy gluttonous Great British breakfast habit. The British breakfast originates from farmers. And now I am wondering what else is an agricultural export ? Are human females being exported and traded too ? Are the Kings keeping count ? Are they trading us ? Are they cross breeding us ? Is all trade a cover story for the one and only trade of cunts ?

Cunt Affairs…
Current affairs are controlled by the media. They control the currents and the cunts and the affairs that take place around the cunt. They tell us about affairs of State, and the affairs of celebrities. Most newspapers have dating sites to aid and abet the cunt affairs. Newspapers have the current date. They manipulate the markets and our emotions. All current affairs seem to come back to the centre of everything, the cunt. Peel off all the layers and covers and cover stories, and that is what we are left with. The current affair at the moment has laid it all bare, the affair with Europe is over.

(See also: The Vikings and Alf, St John’s Day, Cull the Queen, Royal Georgian Bath, Mary Queen of Scots, The Bath Obelisks, Custom of Excision, Polling Nation, Bridle and Groom, Ab Use of Sex, Through The Wombhole, Book of The Hole, I Want One, Consume Ate, A Dam and a Dyke, His Seminal Work, The Two Nelsons, Slave Labour Party, Blood sacrifice, Pavlov’s Women, Cracking The Egg Code, Scrambled Eggs, Dark Satanic Mills, Long to Rain Over Us, Match Made in Heaven).

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3 Responses to King Cnut

  1. Whew! That was a marathon read. Bravo for sticking with it to the end.

  2. L.I.V.E/Gestas/Rest105 says:

    P.S (To Frank(Merovee) and his follower Julia (Suli Writes – part of the final 1%)

    The Man who would be King – by Rudyard Kipling

    He fumbled in the mass of rags round his bent waist; brought out a black horsehair bag embroidered with silver thread; and shook therefrom on to my table — the dried, withered head of Daniel Dravot!

    The morning sun that had long been paling the lamps struck the red beard and blind sunken eyes; struck, too, a heavy circlet of gold studded with raw turquoises, that Carnehan placed tenderly on the battered temples.

    “You behold now,” said Carnehan, “the Emperor in his habit as he lived — the King of Kafiristan with his crown upon his head. Poor old Daniel that was a monarch once!”

    I shuddered, for, in spite of defacements manifold, I recognized the head of the man of Marwar Junction ……..

    “The Son of Man goes forth to war,
    A golden crown to gain;
    His blood-red banner streams afar—
    Who follows in his train?’

    E

    THE END

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