Amanda Davies, The Desire To Write An Innocuous Critique, And Badly Stalled Cerebrum

This article is currently a work in progress as some outside party capable of inflicting severe pain and completely stalling even an outstandingly talented person’s progress is not letting me compile all of the evidence in single, painfree attempt. Hence, I will be updating it over the period of next month or two to include as many emails detailing the desire to write this article as possible.

The most critical points:

1. Year 2000: an email from dr_iqbal@yahoo.com commenting on what had been projected on my sleeping brain the previous night, events that mankind, doctors, and psychologists call dreams or nightmares. The email was read by all of the members of the sahics97 emailing list, and at least 4 boys decided to comment on the matter.
2. Year 2003: Married Sania Mumtaz showed at precisely the time when I was about to submit my parser assignment and sat on the desk right next to where I was sitting assuming a rather vulgar pose. After her arrival, all of the installations of Visual Studio installed in FAST—NUCES, Lahore’s main computing laboratories stopped working.

When I was still working at Vroom Technologies Inc., during late 2000 or early 2001, most probably late 2000, some external party created projections on my cerebrum while I was asleep that I was having sex with my mother. The very next day, when I went to the office of Vroom Technologies, I found an email sent to the whole of the FAST, Lahore’s 97 batch group with a question posed to an unnamed party, “Did you enjoy having sex with your mother?” As stated earlier, I am the person whose cerebrum had been inundated with such projections while I was asleep. The mail was sent by someone with the email address dr_iqbal@yahoo.com or dr_iqbal@someemail.com; I am almost certain that it was dr_iqbal@yahoo.com. Usman Salim and Fahd Reaz responded to that email on the whole of the 97 group with Usman Salim boldly making the following statement, “you know what I am capable of so try not to engage in this activity again.” You will get to read about what Usman Salim had been doing at that time when he wrote that you know what I am capable of par in the email. The email also inquired from that person that you are always hitting sixes — we had a term for those failing the courses too often that they were deemed sixers and probably too incompetent; the whole of the FAST knew that I had scored 80-88% scores in the finals without ever either attending any lectures or doing almost nothing during the semester — and you are trying to establish a relationship with the Choki; people getting perfect 4.0, for which FAST has an extremely low bar, are called Choka or Chokis in FAST, and the girl whom I had sent an email or two to get to know her better was maintaining a perfect 4.0 CGPA and used to go by the name of Sania Mumtaz Saleem; now she is called Sania Bilal. I had managed to get multiple 80–88% by just appearing for the finals and they deem these grades impossible to achieve by spending just a day or two with the books after having missed the whole of the semester. Sania Mumtaz and most of the other people knew of these outstanding results delivered within a matter of 10 or so hours per subject barring just the Operating Systems course, I prepared the whole of the Operating Systems book within a mere 20 hours and achieved approximately 80% marks in the final.

During that repeat course of compiler construction that I was taking in the spring of 2003, the same girl Sania Mumtaz who was by then married, whom I had told in the year 2000 that I wanted to converse with her but she had declined, showed up with her 4 different male friends precisely at the time when I had just finished the parser part of my assignment, and I was trying to compile the code; it was probably around 7:30 P.M. or close to 8 P.M. when I was trying to submit my assignment. Coincidentally, lo and behold, I had been made to sit on a desk in the case of which the next one did not have any monitor there. She sat on the desk and spread her legs wide open, in a manner usually seen in extremely raunchy movies, and my compilation started to fail and all of a sudden Visual Studio Code stopped working. Consequently, I had to leave the desk, sit some 25-30 seats away from her, and I had to submit my code with a letter that I had started to experience unseen DLL errors, and owing to the time of the night, I wanted to submit it without dealing with the errors that I had never seen before. My perfectly compilable code which I had written in a manner that it would be perfectly portable, as well, became uncompilable as the Microsoft Visual Studio installed on all of the terminals started generating missing DLL errors that I had never seen before. Despite changing terminals, those strange errors that I had never encountered before did not go away, and I was not able to generate an executable. Hence, I had to submit that assignment with a letter that Visual Studio’s installation has started to generate never-before-seen or encountered errors, and I have no idea how to fix them instantly. As it was quite late in the night, as well, hence, I submitted the perfectly written code along with that letter.

Using the same techniques of manipulating a person’s cerebrum, where an outside party was able to create projections on my mind and then able to send an email to the whole of sahics97 emailing group, either the same party or some other similar party working for the organizations where Amanda has been working managed to create multiple different types of projections on my cerebrum involving Amanda’s physical existence, and Nigella Lawson’s physical existence, as well. In the year 2016, my cerebrum was plunged into such darkness that I not only lost track of what I was planning to accomplish in the following 5 years, but I also lost control over my emotional choices, as well. I have proof available on my hard drive which some outside party is not letting me publish publically in my defense that I started to engage in conversations with people whom I have deemed outstandingly corrupt and utterly unacceptable parties since the start of at least the year 2005. Using the same technique of manipulating a person’s emotional state where that person or party was able to make me eventually converse with those horrendous, horrific parties, I also eventually started sending some emails to Amanda Davies, as well.

As I have been forcefully made to follow Amanda’s bulletin since 2013 at the very least, hence, when I eventually became desirous of writing a mild critique of her journalistic career so far, as I have been following her bulletins since 2008 and then starting from 2013 almost forcefully, some outside party decided to completely stall my desire to write about her journalistic career so far. As I have disclosed in the previous paragraph that owning to that spectacular manipulation of my emotional state, I started sending her emails, as well, hence, I have been telling her about this desire to write a mild critique of her career in some emails for over 8 months now. As the party that has been completely stalling my desire to write about journalism has not relented, hence, I have decided to disclose the emails as a proof of my desire to write about her career. The emails, unfortunately, are slightly, or even more than slightly, harsher than the article that I had planned to write about her career so far. Owing to circumstances completely out of my control, I have not been left with much of an option but to disclose the emails not just to prove the desire to write about her journalistic career, but also to prove that despite the desire, I have not been able to start work on that article, hence, I am relying on those emails to prove that I have been reminding the person in question to at least converse with her side of the group that she has been operating in the public sphere, hence, her career does not enjoy any immunity from scrutiny, especially from a person who has been forced to follow the content.

After discovering Amanda Davies in mid or late 2007, who was working for BBC Corporation at the time, and following her sports bulletin for over 6–8 months or so, as I was single at the time and was not aware of her marital status, I sent her a letter with the desire to become friends with her. Having sent that letter, I then became involved with my writing and computing, however, I still kept an on her Twitter and eventually Instagram account for over 2 years and a year respectively. After quietly observing her behavior for over 3 years, I decided to stop following her accounts as it became abundantly clear to me that she, for one reason or another, had zero desire to converse with her followers and fans. Hence, I completely stopped following her accounts and T.V. show in late 2011 or very early, probably 1st month of 2012. Having stopped watching her show in late 2012 or very early 2013, in the June of year 2013, while I was asleep, my cerebrum, or asleep brain, got inundated with outstandingly strange imagery — I like to call them projections, whereas the psychologists and doctors while lying to the general population and their patients in the case of whom they are under an oath of care to tell them the truth yet they have been telling them that they had been having dreams created by the memories and events stored in their subconscious. The projections that were created on my asleep cerebrum involved the sports journalist Amanda Davies first standing in a velodrome somewhere and then getting her buttocks and foot size measured while still in that velodrome. In those projections, I was shown not only the velodrome part but also the part where she was getting her buttocks and feet measured. After waking up, as I had not been watching her show for over 3–4 months and had not kept an eye on any of her accounts, hence, I went straight to her Twitter account, and the video of the whole incident was pinned at the top of her twitter account. After watching the show, it turned out that not only had all of those events taken place, but they had taken place in a velodrome in Milan, Italy.

After making me return to her account by showing me that imagery of the events taking place inside of the velodrome in Milan, Italy, the same parties started to severely rattle my brain whenever I tried to leave her account once again having confirmed that these events which had projected onto my asleep brain had taken place in real life, as well. Whenever I tried to leave her account as I had left owing to sheer boredom, the outside party, or parties, that brought me back would start to unnerve me badly and rattle my cerebrum as if I desperately needed to follow her content, or some severely bad events would start to unfold in my life. Hence, after trying to stop following the account multiple times after confirming that the events related to Velodrome had taken place and getting inundated with similar unnerving thoughts, I eventually quit trying and simply started to follow her content. It ultimately led to the start of one-sided commentary on her content via emails in probably 2016, and I have been sending such comments since then. After some 8 months of trying to start that article and having once again failed to find a way to start that critique on her journalistic career, I have decided to disclose the emails in which I have mentioned the desire to write but the failure to start the article owing to severe outside manipulation and some others in which I have commented on her journalistic integrity so far.

When it comes to her journalism, I even sent her the following details as an ardent, passionate follower of the game of cricket and as a profoundly interested individual party in data analysis to prove or disprove a point or likelihood of an outcome. However, she even declined to tackle racism from this aspect when she had the details from the perspective of a former cricket player who represented his school team twice and was deemed the best fast bowler in almost the whole of small city of Jhelum.

Considering that racism has been kept alive just for the sake of news making, therefore, if you would like to ask probing questions as a journalist, which you exceedingly rarely do, then I would like to lend a hand as an exasperated Paki.

Pakistan has a total population of 231 million people, and it has managed to win just one cricket world cup so far, which was a mere fluke as the match against England got washed out in which Pakistan was destined to lose owing to its paltry 73 and England were cruising at 25 for 1. If the nation, which claims to be cricket mad, itself is failing to produce excellent cricketing talent, then how on earth can an insignificant minority from that nation living in the UK claim that all of the cricketing talent has moved to the mighty Britain? It’s mere bullshit, if you are planning to take on the investigators to make some name for yourself then ask these questions that why are the Asian nations, nations like Sri Lanka, Bangla Desh, and Pakistan failing to produce excellent cricketers at home with world beating capabilities.

Our most well known person from the 1990s after Imran Khan who goes around talking on behalf of the cricketing bodies in Pakistan, Ramiz Raja, has a paltry test and one day averages of 31. Our very own Yousaf Youhana, now Mohammed Yousaf, who boasts a truly impressive average of 52 in test cricket commented on his existence that instead of appointing him the board chairman or commentator, they should have asked him to teach English somewhere as he was so very excellent a player. If the whole of the nation with the 5th largest population in the world is busy producing subpar players like Ramiz Raja, Salim Malik, Danish Kaneria, Safraz Nawaz with a bowling average of 32 in test cricket, and when studied comprehensively, there would be a profusion of mediocre performers who have been or have had performed for Pakistan in the last few decades, then how come people from this country or even the neighbouring Bangladesh and Sri Lanka claim that their wholly insignificant populations in the UK have some of the most talented cricketers in the UK?

As an ardent follower of the game who twice represented his school cricket team at the regional level, I have been left utterly gobsmacked by the inclusion of Moeen Ali in the team. The fellow has diabolical stats yet he is playing for the national team: that in itself should qualify as favouritism instead of racism.

If you would like to take brown people on based on whatsoever I have so far seen in Pakistan, you have my blessings. Go, rip them, woman. Even the nation itself is busy producing subpar players, yet their insignificantly small minorities keep on claiming we have the talent: utterly preposterous bullcrap.

I developed a profound desire to write a mild critique of her career after reading the following article in September of 2024. However, since developing the desire, I have just been sending her emails to remind of her the fact that some outside party in now not letting me write even a mild critique of her career. I will try to publish most of the emails which I sent Amanda Davies to remind of the simple fact that I wanted to write a critique; however, whenever I decide to start work on that article, some outside party eliminates all of the desire to write and removes most of the critical details from by cerebrum. I had been thinking about writing a critique of her career even before the publication of the following article, however, the desire skyrocketed after reading the following article. When it comes to my comments regarding her tactics, rest assured that even Jerry Seinfeld and the author of the movie Straight A have commented on this aspect of their approach to gain public attention where they start showing more and more skin just to gain more visibility. One of the most well known sports commentators in the UK, Kirsty Gallacher, has appeared in a TV series where she has appeard stark naked on screen, and she probably has the most followers of any female sports caster in the whole of the UK. The number of followers that Kirsty Gallacher has and the statements made by Jerry Seinfeld and the author of Straight A only corroborate my stance on this matter.

I had no desire to use the word deceit; it got written in the heat of the moment.

In the email included above, I have told the recipient that the ones desirous of as much recognition as they can possibly get then resort to the sort of tactics that only suit Victoria’s Secret Models, the almost unrestrained display of skin and raunchiness to win over the hearts and minds of young, horny teenagers, people in their early twenties, and some frustrated old men. As some people in the Western world still frown upon and do not take lightly such data-backed remarks — rest assured, I have copious amounts of data to back up these claims that the majority of such people then find themselves in extremely questionable matrimonial situations — and then start trying to burden the conscience of the authors criticizing such conduct by telling them that it is our way of life that you are attacking, hence, as I have heard it plenty of times, therefore, I would like to prove my point by using the lines and words written by their authors and uttered by their actors. All I can say at this point is that lucky for me that I was busy watching all of these American and British sitcoms while taking breaks from my computing projects during the 2004 to 2015 era. These sitcoms have provided me with enough lines written by their Western authors to corroborate my point that such tactics are almost always adopted in an attempt to win over a certain type of audience as quickly as possible.

When it comes to gaining followers on Instagram and YouTube, even the advisors furnishing poor advice or advisors that put all of the options on the table, in all likelihood, tell their female clients that baring a tad too much skin would probably get you noticed rather quickly. Entry-level journalists and actors and actresses have probably all heard this advice at one stage or another, however, when they reach a certain age, then most of them start to sugarcoat their activities using one so-called powerful slogan or another. Some of my personal favorites that I have heard over the years instead of just accepting that it was an attempt to make as much money as possible in the shortest amount of time are “Bodily Freedom,” “Liberalism,” “Feminism,” “My Body, My Choice,” and probably some more. Someone doing research in this field would be able to provide me with a rather comprehensive list of labels used to hide their attempt to earn money as quickly and with as little work as possible. When it comes to “My Body, My Choice,” it definitely has become my the most favorite slogan in the name of behaving horribly. People brandishing or chanting this slogan completely ignore the simple fact that other people exist in society, as well, and an absolute majority of them want to live in civilized societies where certain boundaries are not crossed. However, to get noticed, these people relying on this horrendously inane slogan continue to behave in the worst possible manner by hiding behind “My Body, My Choice,” in other words, the rest of society and concerned parties can bloody well go to hell. When it comes to all of these slogans that are used to attract as much attention in the shortest amount of time possible, the only aspect of the whole of the debate that stands true at the end of the day is “more money, more fun, and the rest of you can go to hell.”

To corroborate the aforementioned statements, I would like to present dialogues or scenes taken from some highly acclaimed American and British sitcoms, from Jerry Seinfeld’s Seinfeld, to Stanley Tucci starring Easy A, and eventually Rowan Atkinson’s famous The Thin Blue Line. Once again, people keeping an extremely close eye on such dialogues would certainly be able to provide an extremely long list of dialogues on similar lines where either the adults amongst themselves or adults and their teenage children are shown having such conversations where one party or another is showing a complete disregard for certain norms that define our civilized societies and certain scientific facts which are thoroughly backed by neurology.

Let’s start with what Jerry Seinfeld had to say on this matter. In at least one episode of Seinfeld, Jerry Seinfeld included a commentary on how the casting takes place in Hollywood and other major movie industries. George Costanza’s dad, where George Costanza was played by Jason Alexander and the role of his dad was played by Jerry Stiller, is shown conducting an audition. Once Jerry Stiller is done with their dialogue playing part, he starts asking the aspiring female leads to start removing their items of clothing one item per round. After every round, some females object to how far the casting director and the declared director of the show had gone when it comes to his demands and they exit the casting round. Eventually, the casting director shown in the clip, Jerry Stiller who goes by the name Frank Costanza, asks all of the remaining women to strip naked, stark naked, and he is left with just two women who are willing to go that far just for the sake an appearance in a movie and to make the sort of money Hollywood actors and actresses make. That’s how casting takes place in Hollywood as chronicled by Jerry Seinfeld in one episode of Seinfeld.

As I used to watch the show with extreme regularity, hence, in another episode of Seinfeld, Jerry shows himself having a short exchange with Elaine Benes, played by Julia Louis-Dreyfus, inside a VCD cassette rental shop regarding what would the appropriate Job Title for the most famous Hollywood actors who usually achieve such fame by participating in sex scenes in front of the camera to make their movies even bigger hits as young, horny boys and girls swarm to watch such movies and by agreeing to appear in sex scenes, they manage to eliminate any remaining competition from all objecting actors, as well. The title Jerry Seinfeld then picks for such actors, for example, George Clooney, who has appeared in multiple such movies where he is shown having full-on sex with the lead actresses or other actress, is Public Fornicator Number 1, as even Jonny Sinns and other porn stars do not enjoy such recognition as people like George Clooney who has agreed to appear in sex scenes in Hollywood movies on multiple different occasions.

I still remember vividly that when I was still enrolled at FAST as a 19-year-old, Kate Winslet’s Jude became the talk amongst a lot of young boys and girls as Kate Winslet had engaged in multiple sex scenes with the lead actor. Not a single boy engaged in the conversations was interested in the quality of acting or what the plot was all about. All of the people discussing the movie were singularly focused on the sex scenes and visible pubic hair. Sexual scenes and full frontal nudity have such a hold on younger audiences, and almost always, the primary purpose of including such scenes tends to be to make the movies controversial enough that they would become the talking point in print media and amongst hormonal youngsters.

Next up on the list to prove the point is a scene from the movie Easy A starring Stanley Tucci and Emma Watson. I am including the clip for everyone to watch the sort of attire that is being discussed in the clip.

Then I have two different clips from Rowan Atkinson starring The Thin Blue Line. I am including both links for the readers to watch what the majority of people, even in the UK, have to say about such behavior.

Women these days have started to roam the streets wearing attire similar to the one shown in the previous clip, and they want men to shoulder the whole of the burden of responsibility when it comes to behaving properly. In neurology and psychology, such unrestrained display of skin is deemed an excitatory visual stimulus with a significant and serious potential to stimulate the regions of the brain directly involved in controlling the libidinous or carnal desires. Even when it comes to Western societies, I feel quite confident in saying that an absolute majority of working adults do not leave their houses to be inundated with such provocative excitatory stimuli in the name of fashion. In the 80s and 90s, what fashion designers used to call Satin Passion and attire designed to spice up or truly invigorate couples’ sex lives has now become mainstream, street fashion, and decent, intelligent people now find themselves with nowhere to hide.