The Art of Missing the Ground

Blooded noses,  Squeals of fear. Red robes, red.  Edges, bullets,  fists, teeth and  selling beef.  Freedom torches, white feathers. Lion standards, gargoyles, hung  on velvet walls.  Red waistcoats. Warriors born, killers well groomed. By prep schools and  academic cartoons.  Passionate kernels, dictate source code.  Morality by the immoral.  I met a girl named  Mary, neither virgin  nor prostitute.  She held my hand and whispered,  'don't be scared.' Wide eyed I cried.  As we walked  the labyrinth.  She held my hand  and whispered, 'don't be scared, the killers won't  prevail.' Ollie Bee 

Last night something intolerable happened.  The white supremacist, fascist core of Trump and Putin's US millitia's ran an organised protest with Police complicity. That ended with protestors and extremist militants having the run of Capitol Hill and the Congress building.   Disrupting the Electrol vote count to officially make Joe Biden President at the request of a significant majority of US citizens. In any other country this would have been called an attempted coup . This could have been that if there had been popular support and that was Trump's intention. To show they could if they wanted.  The game plan of the global fascist movement is to destroy Democracy in the USA. Ironically (🤦‍♂️) David Icke has laid down the plan clearly and concisely.  The narrative of neo fascism is many pronged from simple fear of socialist authorianism and fear of losing ones identity as a 'strong man: that Jordan Peterson promotes; right through to Qanon ideas

There is sometimes an us and them. The Conservative Party with very little constraint set themselves up to represent the ruling classes, they are without doubt the administrators for the super rich and with very few exceptions they will choose capital over people.  We all know this. The Tory party itself was formed to protect the interests of the Royals and Landowners during the English civil war. There is no culture of responsibility to anyone other than the powerful. This last four years have reflected that deeply.  With the referendum to leave the EU, turned into a cereal brexit that was all anti-immigration, instead of a debate about neo political theory. With Trump winning the US presidency; we saw the far right became mainstream and the Conservative Party jump right on that bandwagon. We saw how much apathy and fear had overcome hope in regards to politics. On the left we had Jeremy Corbyn winning two Labour party leadership elections and almost landing himself i

The Good, the Bad and the Beautiful It's not like it used to be I hear. Maybe not. I've never been before. For reasons unsaid or unknown the eco warriors had a lot of drop outs. Sweet, I thought a chance to get into boomtown before it loses all its charm.  I'd heard so much about Boomtown. Whispers then roars. Finally, I made it past my indifference to extremities and waste and thought fuck it. Aware of the dangers. No drugs testing, overzealous security and a minor exodus as a result; I threw caution to the wind and paid my deposit. I made my way to the site.  Through a nest of yellow jackets and a disinterested sniffer dog I passed. Into the wilds.  Into the echos and hills. Where tents rolled into constructs of pure metallic, engenic beauty; and bass ingratiated itself into me. Glad to be working and looking forward to a good excuse to make new friends. I set up and slept ready for the next day and my party to begin. My role. Eco warrior. A

On the 12th December 2019, Great Britain will vote for its government. Which Party will lead us and which representatives will govern and policy our lives. For many years many of us have sat this process out. My first vote was after the 1997 General Election, in the 1998 European Elections, I voted Green and Labour, unsure, even of who, I was voting to place in this vital position that is soon to be obsolete for us Brits. I didn't vote again until 2016 for Sadiq Khan in the Mayoral Election. My main reason for this was apathy. Apathy at the system, at myself, at the whole thing. After Tony Blair blagged his way into number 10, it became very clear, very quickly that is was business as usual and my future as part of the farm was secured. I could work in call centre, be a teacher, work for the civil service or the council. Just be a good lower middle class boy, just how we trained you. This is a song I've never wanted to sing, so I said fuck you to everything and turned to

We went to be free, like you. We drink coffee by Colosseums and Roman roads. Chatting by text on our Iphones. A once beautiful country with secrets in its archaeology, I could be in Iraq, Syria, Libya, Egypt or Palestine. Once I was a plasterer then I picked up arms, now I lead men through steel storms crying Tripoli or Die. The first man I shot got hit between his eyes his head exploded from behind. I was surprised that life was so easy to take and went on with the business of reaching Tripoli or the blackness of death. We made our goal, with the help of American bombs. Which left our country in ruins, now war seems endless. I managed to escape to Italy, I sit in a coffee shop sipping an espresso with my family. Across the sea from me the middle east is burning The med is one side paradise and one side hell. A sea that separates secular democracy, civil war and budding religious theocra