Flags of our Failures

Everytime he speaks a forest commits suicide

He likes to think that he's right all the time...

More goodies from the ex-Chancellor. Not satisfied with giving us the economy we have today (and we don't need to congratulate him on that), the talentless barrel-slag of a daughter, and that eternal Sad Sack head of his but he now wants to trash the world's climate with his trash. Does he not like humanity?

I'd personally chop down all the forests near his big country house so that the cunt won't have any oxygen to breathe.

When Pictures & Eyes Meet

I Want My Death To Be Mossad Themed #3

I Want My Death To Be Mossad Themed #2

I Want My Death To Be Mossad Themed #4

I Want My Death To Be Mossad-Themed

"I Want My Death To Be Mossad Themed"

This is statement on the human rights of the segregated and spat upon Palestinian citizens in Israel. The real victims of a century-old, aggressive and systematic land grab.

In the week between the publication of Al-Jazeerah information on the Palestinian authority's concessions to Israel and the uprisings in North Africa and the Middle East, The Guardian published a story about Palestinian territory. There was reference within this article about a suburb outside Jerusalem that until 1948 was a Palestinian area of land known as al-Maliha. After the end of the British Mandate Israeli forces captured and occupied this area. As stated in the article the area is now a prosperous Westernized Jewish settlement with shopping mall, basketball arena and this:

The Teddy Kollek Football Stadium

"For Sale: Your Land"

"I Want My Death To Be Mossad-Themed" relates entirely to the complete oddness of having a football stadium sited on a piece land with such a brutal history.

Its symmetry is perfect: the stadium can stand alone and belie the ground it stands on, though in spite of its Western advertisements and flashy seating, settlements, homes and livelihoods were forsaken. It's as if this represents the state of successive Israeli governments' belligerent position as a whole: the past is whitewashed and given a modern look.

Scratch under this healthy green playing surface, or stand on the outside of this idyll and you'll find what you don't want to see.

The Wolfgang Press - The Great Leveller

Yes, Always That One Crucial Step Ahead

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Unspeakable Bastards From The Right Wing - A Modern History

Here is a series to commiserate more than congratulate these bastions of English history, figures who have in their own inimitable selfish style shaped the dirge we call English society today.

Sit back, read and then weep.

#1 - Eddy Shah

Try not to get in the way of his business 

The Shah of I-Wrong

Eddy's business legacy is not one to be bowled over by, however his almost militant and rabid intransigence towards the print unions in the 1980s was unstoppable. He was owner of a gaggle of northern rags and the owner of the ill-fated and under-read Today newspaper. 

His background was privileged of course, a world of fine education within the British establishment. Business was the blood he craved for and to get there he slaughtered a lot of bodies. 

Under the Tories regime of smashing the Union movement he pioneered Thatcher's anti-union laws. This led to a confrontation, long and drawn out, with the print unions in Lancashire. If you take a look at Shah you immediately see the bulldog neck he hides underneath his collar. That of a retired ganster or back of a pub wrestler. He's not pretty, and so wasn't his politics.

The fight was taken to his front door and he used this as a cross to bear on his shoulders in what can only be seen as a sheer contempt for workers' rights. One man against the workforce he exploited. 

Amazingly, later on in his career he wrote a glut of novellas. Perhaps if you were to analyze his pathology then he helped destroy the Union movement of this country so he could get these shitty yarns published.

His actions inspired later events which Murdoch used with aplomb in the Wapping disputes three years later. Men with privileged backgrounds could now indiscriminately use despotic government policies to their own ends. A workforce collapsed and wept.

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May the power of our Lord Jesus Christ save us all.

Question 1. Do you sell arms to oppressive regimes?

Lockheed Martin Should Be Censused

Free market economics is again hitting us where it hurts. Was the Magna Carta tarted out to a Guisarme manufacturer? Lockheed Martin is one the MOST repulsive companies doing business today. It looks like I won't have to paint our Census red as it seems it already is from the countless pints of blood spilt from Lockheed Martin victims.

Why Bother When You Can Just Advertise....

Time is Forever

Evil Minds Think Alike

"At its crudest, the Chicago programme (put into effect in 1970s Chile) was class vengeance. It reversed the creep towards a more egalitarian country that had been occurring under Allende and Frei. The Chilean rich were restored to their traditional position of dominance over everyone else. More ambitiously, the increased likelihood of poverty, unemployment and insecurity for the majority of the population under Pinochet was intended to change their politics: people without work were less likely to join trade unions; people suddenly abandoned by the state were more likely, it was thought, to become entrepreneurial in outlook; people struggling to make ends meet were more likely, in general, to put themselves first. This logic, in slightly diluted form, would be thoroughly absorbed by Margaret Thatcher."

Andy Beckett, "Pinochet in Piccadilly".

We will huff, and we shall puff and we shall blow all your homeland down.

"There is no justification and there can be neither excuse nor forgiveness for the murder of children" - Benjamin Netanyahu said today. Yeah, right, you two-faced fucker....

The Paucity of Power

Hague was interviewed about the events in Japan and was seen to be milking the issue. The journalist asked him about Libya and Hague's sincerity soon turned into panic: hand gestures went into overdrive and he stopped the interview there and then.

Like nature, things don't often go to plan.

Victor Jara

For the uninitiated, Victor Jara sang for the Left under a time in Chile where Socialism was voted in by its people, fairly and squarely.

Victor Jara's hands were either broken or amputated under the coup instigated by US business and Tricky Dicky's stunning hatred of human rights. He sang and sang until Pinochet's goons shot him in September 1973.

Pinochet was of course close friends with Thatcher as she admired his 'take' on the eradication of the Left and the free market policies he introduced to Chile. We of course live under this economic system now.

So it's interesting to know about Victor Jara if you're uninitiated.

Popol Vuh - Aguirre I (L'acrime di rei)

The opening music from what is probably one of the greatest films ever committed to your memory.

Taking The Foot Off The Gas

....and soon the Middle East will be left alone after years of sodomy and it will be the Sun that will be invaded and cajoled into providing you with energy.

The Burden of Murals

The Finished Arse-Tickle

Saturday Afternoon T-Shirt Building

More work with a scalpel than a heart surgeon.

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Negative Liberty

It's during times like this that the political spectrum starts to resemble its extremes. Today the media is obsessed at shouting down dictators like Gadaffi when at home, in their industry, under their noses a dictatorial empire has finally been given what it wants. Like the child with its thumb stuck in its mouth and those little feet stomping the ground - it will get what it wants.

You haven't voted for News Corporation. James Murdoch didn't come round to your house and eat one of the jam tarts you made whilst you're both getting toothy grins and thumbs up in front of the flashing cameras. Why should he? You're most likely not one of his shareholders.

So why would you be under the impression that you're in a free society? Whose society is it to be free? Jeremy Hunt is quite insignificant in what will now become a more obvious dark cloud to ruin our culture. He's a mandarin on a low pay grade who would probably shit off his two legs to enter the circles that dear Rupert haunts. But what is catastrophically worrying is that he's the stooge "the people" has to "represent" us....it should be "resent" us, more like.

This is more nostalgia of the blazen negative liberty we will dredge through for days forever more.

Abwärts - Aus einem Gartenhaus (1982).wmv

"The West is alone".

News Corporation just in....

Jeremy Hunt is approving all the whims that Rupert has. Perhaps he's heeded the facts and figures.

T.V.O.D.

A typical day at the BBC3 Commissioning office....

1. The Ian Brady Bunch
2. Peter Sutcliffe Richard in the Shadows
3. Jeffrey Dahmer & Greg
4. Harold Shipman Child
5. Jose Antonio Rodriguez Vega or Bust

Coming to a screen and repeated endlessly near you.

The Wolfgang Press - Give It Back

"Politics waves its hand...."

Picture Book - "Success"

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It's A Speculator's Sport - Part #1

An idea struck me late last year. 

Following on from an obsession I had when I was a young lad of making ramshackle, cardboard football stadiums I wanted to rekindle the form and structure of these designs, though now in an adult interpretation. More importantly, I wanted the structures to convey an unshakable interest I have had throughout my entire adult life of the way capitalism affects our very beings constantly.

The opportunity had now arisen and the concept for the piece was immediate. I chose the main stand from my local football team's stadium as the template. This particular structure was entirely apt for the purposes ahead, as the thing was built from fresh-smelling money that had been floated on the LSE. It followed a twenty year fashion of football's galvanization from often neglected and scorned upon spectator's sport into what is now essentially a speculator's sport.

When sitting in this stand you get the opportunity to observe the surreal sight of businessmen spending their Saturday leisure time mingling between corporate handshakes and executive suites. From their suits and overcoats comes the smell of their riches. Up and down the country you know that this is happening simultaneously, week in and week out, fifty two weeks in the year and beyond. The Business not only happens on the field of play but in those executive boxes too.

 

Commerce fascinates me. I am not in the awe of it; its anthropological aspects appeal to me the greatest.  At a football match these bastions of commerce are swamped in number compared to the crowds which cheer on for the sake of the passion for their team. Though curiously that small number is greater in power. Seventy two seats are placed at the centre of "It's a Speculator's Sport", each one  penned in by brand new galvanized steel, not ugly looking steel mesh. This is the difference between them and you....

It's A Speculator's Sport - Part #2 is to follow shortly.