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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Olympic London 2012 : PHUCKIN PROSTITUTES








The crumbling civilizations or "primitive" social structures compared to the prostitute were a throwback by the British, to rationalizing their imperial expansion of greed and murder as a "civilizing mission." A rationality implying the channeling of sexual instincts in ways, that the British colonialists maintained were beyond the reach of backward peoples. 

Asia's  problem according to the British was primitivism and the vices of nature contain in sex without boundaries which prevented productive profit making for the British, rather than the existing purpose of sensual pleasure.. Prostitution's emphasis on pleasure rather than procreation, also was an excuse by the Christian preachers of British morals of exploitation, to judge the natives obstructing their sexual ideas, of their strictly procreative and their biblically ordained duty. The native being judged as wallowing in sensuality. The British judged the natural or people with nature still in them, as being a state of savagery.


It nevertheless was common for British travelers and colonial officials to accept that paid sex was widespread across their empire, they rarely however acknowledged the changes their colonial rule had in effecting profound changes in the manner of the existing culture of prostitution. Trading in sex was a phenomena as old as any society but the effects of colonialism, created new types of commercial sex from the materialism that colonialism imposed.

The British and colonial officials agreed that prostitution was living evidence of native disorder. Colonialists perceived their newly created culture as looser than the industrialized west. Burmese women said a colonial doctor in 1875, were organically unchaste and "if not prostitutes," were "next door to it." C.P. The Colonial Office in China perceived their Chinese populated colonies as, "prostitution is more or less of a recognized character." In India they stated that there were too many "phases and varieties of prostitution" to explain.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Olympics London 2012 : HEARTS & MINDS INTERNED








The enforced delay in Aden due to weather continues which gives me time to cover briefly another Britis colony of Malaysia. The wars in Malayasia against the British and in Vietnam against the Americans have been compared many times by historians who have questioned, how a British force of 35,000 succeeded where over half a million U.S. soldiers failed in a smaller area. However, the two conflicts differ in several key points. Its important because it became a template for tactics employed by the the UK and US in place like Iraq and British Occupied Ireland today it is complex and to understand it one needs to study it further.

Essentially the answer is Britain approached it as an unconventional conflict and implemented an intelligence operation, against the political arm of the guerrilla movement called "hearts and minds,"  a key part of their strategy later in British Occupied Ireland. This contrasted to Vietnam where the Americans employed traditional war tactics. In military terms, the British army employed a low-intensity war instead of overwhelming firepower. The tactics were taught at a Jungle Warfare School based on experience gained in battle and example of which is the Batang Kali massacre.

The Batang Kali massacre was an incident that took place in Malaya on December 12, 1948 during British military operations The British army surrounded a rubber plantation at Batang Kali in Malaya and shot and killed 24 unarmed villagers before setting fire to the village. The only survivor was a young man, Chong Hong who fainted and was presumed dead. Eyewitnesses including the wives, children and others, included Tham Yong, aged 17 and Loh Ah Choy, aged 7 at the time. The men were separated from the women and children for British interrogation before the shooting began. The incident is called "Britain's My Lai massacre". It was in this campaign that first coined the now famous phrase "hearts and minds"  became a strategy for victory.

The British Defence Secretary Labour's Denis Healey instructed Scotland Yard to set up a special task force to investigate. The incoming Conservative government used the excuse of alack of evidence to drop the investigation in 1970. A BBC documentary entitled "In Cold Blood" revealed fresh evidence including accounts of witnesses, survivors and confessions of a soldier to Scotland Yard.


General Sir Frank Kitson developed low intensity operations in the following wars, Mau Mau Uprising, Malayan Emergency, Falklands War, Northern Ireland. He was awarded the order of the British Empire (GBE), 1985, Knight Commander of the Order of the Bath (KCB), 1980, Commander of the Order of the British Empire (CBE), 1972, Officer of the Order of the British Empire (OBE), 1968, Member of the Order of the British Empire (MBE), 1959, Bar to the MC, 1958, Military Cross (MC)

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TUESDAY, MAY 29, 2012

Fundamental of Slavery

today i woke up at 8am.
then i just quickly prepared myself and went to work.
upon arrive at office, i continued my working stuff as usual.
after some moment, i was called in for meeting and just feel quite "funny" to know "something" but just can hold myself from laughing in front of the big boss.
somehow i just feel that there is nothing called as "copy idea" in the business world but just based on how effective your marketing skills to bring it success.
it is because in school/college, we were not allowed to "cheat" in exam but it is different in working life whereby we call it as a "skills".
therefore you can be counted as "smart person" if that method works well.

around 1pm i went to have my lunch with my colleague.
then i just have Penang prawn noodle and quite like it although it is not spicy at there.
besides, there was an old grandmother pushing something like a "trolley" which carrying his son who was a disabled person that just left half body and he keep singing "Hokkien" song with a speaker mic to ask for donation.
this scene really make myself feel so guilty because some people want to have a change in their life also can't whereby i have the chance to make a change also don't want.
seriously my superior also say me that "well, if you know that (internet market idea), why don't just make a new website yourself instead of keep saying because this and that, other competitor is so successful in their marketing decision.

guess the words that can comfort myself for just continue working for others people instead of creating something for my own was just like the Chinese words as below.
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当我们抱怨工作,看看那些失业的人。
当我们抱怨伙食难吃,看看那些挨饿的人。
当我们抱怨衣服太少,看看那些连衣服都快没得穿的人。
当我们抱怨东,抱怨西时,看看那些一无所有的人。
就会发现,原來自己已经很幸福了。
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during the evening, i just continue to contact different type of "important person" to discuss something but the result was not good because most of them did not reply.
moreover, it was quite true that once you are famous, people will eventually find you.

besides, it seems that we will not any shares from the company if we work for a long time and just feel what my superior said was quite true that most of the business owner will just keep as much profit as they can in their own "pockets" which is why the richer people get more rich and the poorer people get more poor in this society.
somehow it also reminds me about one of my colleague working story at Naza World public listed company whereby their children "have riot in property (争家产)" when the big boss pass away last time.
around 6.50pm i make a move from office and took my "lonely" journey back home.
upon reach Wangsa Maju, i just have Penang prawn noodles again as my dinner and feel myself really addicted to it.

finally i arrived back home at 8.10pm and get myself prepared before using the computer.
Self Expenses Total Note: RM1385 (RM1347+RM1+RM2+RM1+RM6+RM2+RM20+RM5+RM1)
well, i just feel to share something about the "Superclass and Slaves" as below.
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Superclass - Governments and cronies get the BEST of everything for FREE.
Superclass simply key in UNLIMITED FREE FAKE MONEY in their computers.
Superclass control resources from natural to human aka slaves.
Superclass create false religions, so slaves fight among themselves for their god.
Superclass want slaves to submit or die.
Slaves slave to their graves and pay for everything including their lives.
Slaves are stupid because they choose to be slaves to superclass system.
Slaves protest from east to west while superclass eat, play and rest.
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somehow i just feel that this might be the fundamental of slavery and it is up to you whether you want to be a "superclass" or slave.

on the other hand, this also related to one of the meaningful article which is "The Fundamental Slavery by Osho" as shown below.
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Sex is the most powerful instinct in man. The politician and the priest have understood from the very beginning that sex is the most driving energy in man. It has to be curtailed, it has to be cut. If man is allowed total freedom in sex, then there will be no possibility to dominate him. To make a slave out of him will be impossible.

Have you not seen it being done? When you want a bull to be yoked to a cart, what do you do? You castrate him, you destroy his sex energy. And have you seen the difference between a bull and an ox? What a difference! An ox is a poor phenomenon, a slave. A bull is a beauty; a bull is a glorious phenomenon, a great splendor. See a bull walking, how he walks like an emperor! And see an ox pulling a cart.

The same has been done to man. The sex instinct has been curtailed, cut, crippled. Man does not exist as the bull now, he exists like the ox, and each man is pulling a thousand and one carts. Look and you will find behind you a thousand and one carts, and you are yoked to them.

Why can't you yoke a bull? The bull is too powerful. If he sees a cow passing by, he will throw both you and the cart, and he will move to the cow! He will not bother a bit about who you are, and he will not listen. It will be impossible to control the bull. Sex energy is life energy; it is uncontrollable. And the politician and the priest are not interested in you, they are interested in channeling your energy into other directions. So there is a certain mechanism behind it—it has to be understood.

Sex repression, tabooing sex, is the very foundation of human slavery. Man cannot be free unless sex is free. Man cannot be really free unless his sex energy is allowed natural growth.
These are the five tricks through which man has been turned into a slave, into an ugly phenomenon, a cripple.

The first is:
Keep man as weak as possible if you want to dominate him.
If the priest wants to dominate you or the politician wants to dominate you, you have to be kept as weak as possible and the best way to keep a man weak is not to give love total freedom. Love is nourishment. Now the psychologists have discovered that if a child is not given love, he shrivels up into himself and becomes weak. You can give him milk, you can give him medicine, you can give him everything else, but just don't give love. Don't hug him, don't kiss him, don't hold him close to the warmth of your body, and the child will start becoming weaker and weaker and weaker. There are more chances of his dying than surviving.

What happens? Why? Just hugging, kissing, giving warmth, and somehow the child feels nourished, accepted, loved, needed. The child starts feeling worthy; the child starts feeling a certain meaning in his life.
Now, from the very childhood we starve them; we don't give love as much as is needed. Then we try to force the young men and young women not to fall in love unless they get married. By the age of fourteen they become sexually mature. But their education may take more time, ten years more, until they are twenty-four, twenty-five years old—then they will be getting their M.A.s, or Ph.D.s, or M.D.s. So we try to force them not to love.

Sexual energy comes to its climax near the age of eighteen. Never again will a man be so potent, and never again will a woman be able to have a greater orgasm than she will be able to near the age of eighteen. But we force them not to make love—girls and boys are kept separate, and just between them stands the whole mechanism of police, magistrates, vice-chancellors, principals, headmasters. They are all standing there, just in between, just holding the boys back from moving to the girls, holding the girls back from moving to the boys. Why? Why is so much care taken? They are trying to kill the bull and create an ox.

By the time you are eighteen you are at the peak of your sexual energy, your love energy. By the time you get married at twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven and the age has been going up and up. The more cultured a country the longer you wait, because more has to be learned, the job has to be found, this and that. By the time you get married you are almost declining in your powers. Then you love, but the love never becomes really hot, it never comes to the point where people evaporate, it remains lukewarm. When you have not been able to love totally, you cannot love your children because you don't know how. When you have not been able to know the peaks of it, how can you teach your children? How can you help your children to have the peaks of it?

So down the ages man has been denied love so that he should remain weak.

Second:
Keep man as ignorant and deluded as possible so that he can easily be deceived. If you want to create a sort of idiocy which is a must for the priest and the politician and their conspiracy, then the best thing is not to allow man to move into love freely. Without love a man's intelligence falls low. Have you not watched it? When you fall in love, suddenly all your capacities are at their peak, at their crescendo, just a moment ago you were looking dull and then you meet your woman and suddenly a great joy has erupted in your being, you are aflame. While people are in love they perform at their maximum. When love disappears or when love is not there, they perform at their minimum.

The most intelligent people are the most sexual people. This has to be understood, because love energy is basically intelligence. If you cannot love you are somehow closed, cold; you cannot flow. While in love one flows. While in love one feels so confident that one can touch the stars. That's why a woman becomes a great inspiration, a man becomes a great inspiration. When a woman is loved she becomes more beautiful immediately, instantly! Just a moment ago she was just an ordinary woman, and now love has showered upon her—she is bathed in a totally new energy, a new aura arises around her. She walks more gracefully, a dance has come to her step. Her eyes have tremendous beauty now, her face glows, she is luminous and the same happens to the man.

When people are in love they perform at the optimum. Don't allow love and they will remain at the minimum. When they remain at the minimum they are stupid, they are ignorant, they don't bother to know. And when people are ignorant and stupid and deluded, they can be easily deceived.

When people are sexually repressed, lovewise repressed, they start hankering for the other life. They think about heaven, paradise, but they don't think to create the paradise here, now. When you are in love, paradise is here now. Then you don't bother, then who goes to the priest? Then who bothers that there should be a paradise? You are already there! You are no longer interested. But when your love energy is repressed, you start thinking, "Here is nothing, now is empty. Then there must be somewhere some goal." You go to the priest and ask about heaven and he paints beautiful pictures of heaven. Sex has been repressed so that you can become interested in the other life. When people are interested in the other life, naturally they are not interested in this life.

This life is the only life. The other life is hidden in this life! It is not against it, it is not away from it; it is in it. Go into it—this is it! Go into it and you will find the other, too. God is hidden in the world, God is hidden here now. If you love, you will be able to feel it.

Third:
Keep man as frightened as possible. And the sure way is not to allow him love, because love destroys fear—"love casteth out fear." When you are in love you are not afraid. When you are in love you can fight against the whole world. When you are in love you feel infinitely capable of anything. But when you are not in love, you are afraid of small things. When you are not in love you become more interested in security, in safety. When you are in love you are more interested in adventure, in exploration. People have not been allowed to love because that is the only way to make them afraid. And when they are afraid and trembling they are always on their knees, bowing to the priest and bowing to the politician.

It is a great conspiracy against humanity. It is a great conspiracy against you! Your politician and your priest are your enemies, but they pretend that they are public servants. They say, "We are here to serve you, to help you attain a better life. We are here to create a good life for you." And they are the destroyers of life itself.

Fourth:
Keep man as miserable as possible. A miserable man is confused, a miserable man has no self-worth, a miserable man is self-condemnatory a miserable man feels that he must have done something wrong. A miserable man has no grounding, you can push him from here and there, he can be turned into driftwood very easily. Moreover, a miserable man is always ready to be commanded, to be ordered, to be disciplined, because he knows: "On my own I am simply miserable. Maybe somebody else can discipline my life." He is a ready victim.

Fifth:
Keep men as alienated from each other as possible, so that they cannot band together for some purpose of which the priest and the politician may not approve. Keep people separate from each other. Don't allow them too much intimacy. When people are separate, lonely, alienated from each other, they cannot band together. There are a thousand and one tricks to keep them apart.

For example, if you are holding the hand of a man, you are a man and you are holding the hand of a man and walking down the road, singing—you will feel guilty because people will start looking at you. Are you gay, homosexual or something? Two men are not allowed to be happy together. They are not allowed to hold hands, they are not allowed to hug each other. They are condemned as homosexuals. Fear arises. If your friend comes and takes your hand in his hand, you look around: "Is somebody looking or not?" And you are just in a hurry to drop the hand.

You shake hands in such a hurry. Have you watched it? You just touch each other's hand and shake and you are finished. You don't hold hands, you don't hug each other; you are afraid. Do you remember your father hugging you, ever? Do you remember your mother hugging you after you became sexually mature? Why not? Fear has been created. A young man and his mother hugging?—maybe some sex will arise between them, some idea, some fantasy. Fear has been created: the father and the son, no; the father and the daughter, no. The brother and the sister no; the brother and the brother—no!

People are kept in separate boxes with great walls around them. Everybody is classified, and there are a thousand and one barriers. Yes, one day, after twenty-five years of all this training, you are allowed to make love to your wife. But now the training has gone too deep into you, and suddenly you don't know what to do. How to love? You have not learned the language. It is as if a person has not been allowed to speak for twenty-five years. Just listen: For twenty-five years he has not been allowed to speak a single word and then suddenly you put him on a stage and tell him, "Give us a great lecture." What will happen? He will fall down, then and there. He may faint, he may die . . . twenty-five years of silence and now suddenly he is expected to deliver a great lecture? It is not possible.

This is what is happening! Twenty-five years of anti-love, of fear, and then suddenly you are legally allowed—a license is issued and now you can love this woman. "This is your wife, you are her husband, and you are allowed to love." But where are those twenty-five years of wrong training going to go? They will be there. Yes, you will "love" ... you will make a gesture. It is not going to be explosive, it is not going to be orgasmic; it will be very tiny. That's why you are frustrated after making love—ninety-nine percent of people are frustrated after making love, more frustrated than they have ever been before. And they feel, "What is this? There is nothing! It is 'not true!"

First, the priest and the politician have managed that you should not be able to love, and then they come and they preach that there is nothing significant in love. And certainly their preaching looks right, their preaching looks exactly in tune with your experience. First they create the experience of futility, of frustration—then, their teaching. And both look logical together, of a piece. This is a great trick, the greatest that has ever been played upon man.

These five things can be managed through a single thing, and that is the taboo against love. It is possible to accomplish all these objectives by somehow preventing people from loving each other. And the taboo has been managed in such a scientific way. This taboo is a great work of art—great skill and great cunningness have gone into it. It is really a masterpiece! This taboo has to be understood.

First, it is indirect, it is hidden. It is not apparent, because whenever a taboo is too obvious, it will not work. The taboo has to be very hidden, so you don't know how it works. The taboo has to be so hidden that you cannot even imagine that thing against it is possible. The taboo has to go into the unconscious, not into the conscious. How to make it so subtle and so indirect?

The trick is: First go on teaching that love is great, so people never think that the priests and the politicians are against love. Go on teaching that love is great, that love is the right thing, and then don't allow any situation where love can happen. Don't allow the opportunity. Don't give any opportunity, and go on teaching that food is great, that eating is a great joy; "Eat as well as you can"—but don't supply anything to eat. Keep people hungry and go on talking about love. So all the priests go on talking about love. Love is praised as highly as anything, just next to God, and denied every possibility of happening. Directly they encourage it; indirectly they cut its roots. This is the masterpiece.

No priests talk about how they have done the harm. It is as if you go on saying to a tree, "Be green, bloom, enjoy," and you go on cutting the roots so that the tree cannot be green. And when the tree is not green you can jump upon the tree and say, "Listen! You don't listen. You don't follow us. We all go on saying 'Be green, bloom, enjoy dance' . . ." and meanwhile you go on cutting the roots.

Love is denied so much and love is the rarest thing in the world; it should not be denied. If a man can love five persons, he should love five. If a man can love fifty, he should love fifty. If a man can love five hundred, he should love five hundred. Love is so rare that the more you can spread it the better. But there are great tricks—you are forced into a narrow, very narrow, corner. You can love only your wife, you can love only your husband, you can love only this, you can love only that—the conditions are too much. It is as if there was a law that you can breathe only when you are with your wife, you can breathe only when you are with your husband. Then breathing will become impossible! Then you will die, and you will not even be able to breathe while you are with your wife or with your husband. You have to breathe twenty-four hours a day.

Be loving.
Then there is another trick. They talk about "higher love" and they destroy the lower. They say that the lower has to be denied; bodily love is bad, spiritual love is good.

Have you ever seen any spirit without a body? Have you ever seen a house without a foundation? The lower is the foundation of the higher. The body is your abode; the spirit lives in the body, with the body. You are an embodied spirit and an ensouled body—you are together. The lower and the higher are not separate, they are one—rungs of the same ladder. The lower has not to be denied, the lower has to be transformed into the higher. The lower is good—if you are stuck with the lower the fault is with you, not with the lower. Nothing is wrong with the lower rung of a ladder. If you are stuck with it, you are stuck; it is something in you. Move.

Sex is not wrong. You are wrong if you are stuck there. Move higher. The higher is not against the lower; the lower makes it possible for the higher to exist.

And these tricks have created many other problems. Each time you are in love somehow you feel guilty; a guilt has arisen. When there is guilt you cannot move totally into love—the guilt prevents you, it keeps vou holding on. Even while making love to your wife or your husband, there is guilt. You know this is sin, you know you are doing something wrong. "Saints don't do it"—you are a sinner. So you cannot move totally even when you are allowed, superficially, to love your wife. The priest is hidden behind you in your guilt; he is pulling you from there, pulling your strings.

When guilt arises, you start feeling that you are wrong; you lose self-worth, you lose self-respect. And another problem arises: When there is guilt you start pretending. Mothers and fathers don't allow their children to know that they make love, they pretend. They pretend that sex does not exist. Their pretension will be known by the children sooner or later. When the children come to know about the pretension, they lose all trust. They feel betrayed, they feel cheated.

Fathers and mothers say that their children don't respect them— you are the cause of it, how can they respect you? You have been deceiving them in every way, you have been dishonest, you have been mean. You were telling them not to fall in love—"Beware!" and you were making love all the time. And the day will come, sooner or later, when they will realize that even their father, even their mother was not true with them. How can they respect you?

First, guilt creates pretension. Then pretension creates alienation from people. Even the child, your own child, will not feel in tune with you. There is a barrier—your pretension. One day you will come to know that you are just pretending and so are others. When everybody is pretending, how can you relate? When everybody is false, how can you relate? How can you be friendly when everywhere there is deception and deceit? You become very, very sore about reality, you become very bitter. You see it only as a devil's workshop.

Everybody has a false face, nobody is authentic, everybody is carrying masks, nobody shows his original face. You feel guilty, you feel that you are pretending and you know that everybody else is pretending. Everybody is feeling guilty and everybody has become just like an ugly wound. Now it is very easy to make these people slaves—to turn them into clerks, stationmasters, schoolmasters, deputy collectors, ministers, governors, presidents. Now it is very easy to distract them. You have distracted them from their roots.
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seriously i also feel myself being "emos" for so long was just because lack love from a relationship instead of family love.
in conclusion, i just feel this article is worth to read although it was quite long and you can just read those colourful words that i highlighted for summary of it.
well, there is no right or wrong of what it says and because it is all depend on yourself how to look about it.
later on, a friend just talked about some experience in UK life and don't know why i started to feel myself quite "weak" again.
anyways, i just told myself to be strong because at least i still alive after posting so many "emos" things at the past.
furthermore, thanks to all the blog supporter who give me positive word for staying strong and i really appreciate it!
Thanks !

Monday, May 28, 2012

Olympics London 2012 : NEVERMIND THE BOLLOCKS SEX PISTOLS SLAM OLYMPICS







Still holed up in Aden WITH Olive sitting on my face and Pui on my bollocks, waiting for a run at the Suez canal when the weather improves. In between session I 'm sick of seeing all these up-and-coming young hotshots on talk-show conventions with the BBC world service. hyping Olympic London and the British, the usual BBC bullscutter. Used to be simple just wind them up and let them rabbit, then you would just give them a nod and they’d shut up. Now they’re likely to start interviewing me or carry on with the whole phony and artificial process. Artificial?course its bloody artificial, fickle as phuck and flavour of the month bollix.

There's no point in asking, you'll get no reply
Oh just remember I don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find us out to lunch

" Pretty Vacant

Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
A vacant

Don't ask us to attend 'cos we're not all there
Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care
I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real
So stop you're cheap comment 'cos we know what we feel

Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant ah
But now and we don't care

There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Oh just remember a don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find me out to lunch
We're out on lunch

Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty ah
But now and we don't care

We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant

And we don't care

SEX PISTOLS LYRICS


It’s all Olympics TV for fucksake.  Everybody knows it’s a load of bollocks so can’t they just suspend disbelief like everyone else? No, apparently they can’t. It’s so passé really. Nothing new under the sun blah, ....That’s BBC Olympic entertainment. Cue commercial. I won't be just another puppet on the Galway Whooker up the Thames. So who’s in control?, the producers? advertisers? suits? ..can’t nail it down. Sometimes maybe the camera itself running the show….point it at people, they surrender free will. TV, Hollywood, video games, breaking news, analysis, documentaries all rolled into infotainment for brain cells to absorb and eyeballs to suck up. It’s bigger than all of us and its winning. Pull the plug, it’s still there. And why not? Why be a grouch. be a personality.

Johnny Lydon will not be joining  Blur, New Order or Coldplay at any London 2012 Olympic shindig. The Sex Pistol's front man said that he was approached by Olympic organizers for his support along with former Sex Pistol band mates. Lydon’s fears over censorship and corporate sterilization of any appearance quickly finished any hope of a Pistols reunion. “There’s no point, really, to it. There’s no joy in that…censorship mattered more than the content of the Pistols. If you’re going to be celebrating what is great about Britain, the honesty of the Sex Pistols was one of those things. If you censor the words of any one song, you're killing the honesty and I couldn't tolerate that. From my point of view we said we didn't want nothing to do with them. Such is the world we live in."

Johnny Lydon’s concerns over censorship are part of his reluctance to be involved in an event he views as contradictory to Britain’s present needs. The country is entering a double dip recession with the U.K. economy shrinking with record debt levels and the austerity driven by a Tory government  as draconian as Thatcher. Lydon explained that the Olympics “are going to leave an incredible debt as soon as it’s ended, the prices and taxes are going to go up…there’s a lot of unemployment and I’m seeing money wasted on people splish-splashing about and throwing things.”

When they raged against the Queen the "fascist regime", and noisily agitated for anarchy in the UK in the late 1970s the Sex Pistols were also considered a big threat to Ireland, particularly its traditional Catholic moral values. In state papers it was revealed the extent of official concern about the punk revolution. The Sex Pistols were targeted by an Irish police investigation aimed to protect "the country's morals", papers revealed.

When the IRA was intensifying a campaign of bombings and assassinations, Irish police turned its attention towards Johnny Rotten, Sid Vicious, Steve Jones and Paul Cook and their first album Never Mind the Bollocks. The  garda memo voiced concerns about the title of the band's LP and whether it breached Ireland's  rigid censorship laws. "The title on the sleeve ... would indicate that the contents of the record is obscene," a police inspector wrote.

The album was referred to Ireland's censorship board where the Irish deputy assistant chief state solicitor stated the sleeve might contravene the Indecent Advertisements Act. "However, the penalty on conviction cannot exceed IR£2 and in all circumstances you may feel that prosecution is not called for," he advised the garda.

Similarly today the internment of Irish political prisoners of conscience, in solitary confinement with torture of Marian Price and her other comrades, is censored by British world wide and in British Occupied Ireland. In fact the  British abuse of human rights in Ireland  and the whole Irish issue, is far more widespread, serious and spread over a far longer time scale of 800 years than the Tibet and Human Rights issues of the Beijing Olympics.


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Sunday, May 27, 2012

Olympics London 2012 : UCK THE YMPICS FREE PRICE






The Celts originated from an area around the Caspian Sea and came to the west at much the same time as similar migration into India . The Celts and the Hindus shared a common ancestry in a race known as the Battle-Axe People, whose mark was a stone battle-axe, whose home was in southern Russia with the language of the Celts coming from the same source as Sanskrit, the classical language of the Hindus. The Celtic language is called Indo-European and in it figures that correspond with the Indian deities whose likenesses between the brahmins, the priest-astrologers of India, and the druids, the priest-astronomers of Europe is striking. Celtic gods are depicted seated in a similar meditation posture to the Hindu deities.  T

The peoples drifted apart. The Hindus intermarried with older Indian races and developed a dark skin while the Celts went to colder Europe and became fair with reddish hair and piercing blue eyes. Plato thought them highly intelligent, although much given to drinking. They divided society into three groups. The druids, were learned priests, shamans and judges; the military aristocracy, who were the power-holders and the heroes; and the free men were farmers and owned cattle.Diodorus Siculus wrote that the Celtic women were not only like their men in great stature who were exceptionally tall and well-built but that they were also equal in courage. Women were honoured in Celtic society and lived in an equal way with men. 


A strict legal code ensured that women could inherit property, and name and title were taken from the mother rather than the father. They could marry whom they pleased and could claim damages if molested. They took their place in battle beside the men. There were two major waves of Celtic immigration and by 700-500 BC they had emerged as one of the most important peoples of Europe. By 387 BC they had conquered Rome it fell, according to the Roman historian Livy, because of the terror inspired by the 'magic' war-cry of the Celts, who went into battle naked and by 279 BC Delphi had fallen too, although both it and Rome were retaken later. France known as Gaul was entirely Celtic 











Its a day of rest, so I will keep it brief. Still here in Aden and its a day of rest, so I will keep it brief the gateway to the east. Besides Burma which we have covered, the British of course occupied India, officially now known as the Republic of India a country in South Asia, the seventh-largest country in the world,  with the second largest population of 1.2 billion people. Four of the world's major religions, Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism, and Sikhis originated there. Sneakily brought under the British East India Company, starting in the early 18th century then rules directly by the British from mid-19th century it became an independent in 1947, after a non-violent resistance led by Mahatma Gandhi and inspired by Ireland adopting the colours of the Irish-tricolour to celebrate that fact.


I felt utterly alone in India after my friend abandoned our trip east many years ago but I had never envisaged being there on my own. I pressed on hoping that destiny would reveal itself? India becamea blur of brown faces, blue elephants and pink monkeys. Crowds gathered quickly whenever I stopped moving. There was always a crowd staring at me when somebody would usually ask, “Where are you coming from?, Why did you come to India, Are you looking for enlightenment?  Questions similar to the ones I asking myself.


Everywhere I went,  in railway stations, in parks, in restaurants I attracted attention by being just there. I considered finding an ashram to take me in to quiet place where I could find the meaning of life?  I got dysentery, was robbed, I had had no passport and no money when I arrived at an ashram up in the Himalayas. One can see him being shown into a simple white-walled room…a mat, a bed-sheet and a jug of water. He likes it. I really liked to get away from the realities of India. The evening were cool with a breeze usually wafting down from the Himalayas through the Ganges Gorge with the gentle chanting of other ashrams. I was able to turn off my mind, relax and drift into meditation?


I almost forgot about myself for a while. Whatever the joy of it, it didn’t last long. One morning the ashram in charge of accommodation told me the time had come to leave. “Where will you go?” I asked. He smiled. “No, not me its time for you to leave.” “Have achieved enlightenment?” “No, no, no, we need your bungalow. We have a group coming.” So started walking back along dusty roads to the towns at the foot of the Himalayas. Farmers were watering, weeding and minding their crops. The road itself was quiet except for numerous cows and women going to market. Suddenly it descended upon me a blinding light, or a vision of the future in with hundreds of of airborne hippies with fans on their backs and flowers in their hair with a psychedelic version of John Lennon with a North of Ireland accent singing and playing his guitar, with repeated instructions to make love not war.

Almost everyone was busy trying to follow his instructions  making one big orgy in flight. I saw Gerry Adams was among them he had very long hair and he was banging away at someone from Derry who also had long hair. Most of the fenians and loyalist who were banging each other were stoned on high grade hash garlanded with marigolds, sunflowers and orange lilies. Behind all of this on the road was a large bus labeled ‘Monarchy’ The queen was also participating and she was getting the full treatment from Lord Muck of  Londonderry. Paisley was also there mounted by a nun,along with Maggie Thatcher sitting on his face in a sandwich. I realized quickly it was a vision from the future or instant nirvana. Some kind of parallel universe thing, I may write a book about it sometime, if i ever get my head together. I have to add that the nun had great thighs and she was going hell for leather sitting on Paisley's shaft, as she screamed in ecstasy riding him. Thatcher was more subdued, while at the same time sititting on his face but she was merciless grinding him down in sadistic spasms as he gasped for air.


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Saturday, May 26, 2012

Olympic London 2012 SUCKS !



























I am English born and bred and moved to London about 18 months ago. I hate it. It’s noisy, dirty, expensive, uncaring and certainly not meritocratic.

What’s more, I hate every single one of my stupid countrymen who tries to convince me it’s the best place on earth. I don’t know where this myth comes from but they all think I’m dead lucky to be living here.

Every time I suggest the place could be better it’s like I’ve told them I’ve slept with their mother.

Can’t wait to get out. Trying to find a way to move to New York.

Ally 



Lived in London my whole life and it is my goal in life to emigrate to Oz or the States, i simply cannot stand living in this smelly, crime ridden, overpopulated SHIT HOLE and on top of it all, it’s one of the most expensive cities on earth! The fucking cheek!!

Liam, London -




i thought it was just me. Live there for one year as an 18 year old at The London College of Fashion. Lived in New Cross and went to school in Hackney. I am from Ireland where everyone is warm and talkative and welcoming. In London, I plunged into depression. I hated every single second of that year.

lollylady -



London is an amazing city, unless you’re interested in the evolution of humanity! I can’t stand this place. I’m glad I’m not alone. I moved here 5 years ago (my father is English) and I feel like I’ve been swallowed up by an overcrowded, overpriced, overstressed, outdated, and uninspiring black hole!! I’ve lived in Washington DC, Toronto, Chicago, New York, Kyoto and Hiroshima and visited even more, but London is frankly the most disappointing place to live. I’ve stepped back in time. The streets are dirty, the culture is arrogant, tolerance is low, public transport is a NIGHTMARE, the politics are juvenile and highly aristocratic, basic services like phone/gas/tv/banks/post office are never straight forward to set up and will always leave you feeling victimized. The bar and club scene is sooo disappointing. Difficult to make friends unless you want to look/talk/act like everyone else. And very difficult to find places that don’t play top 40 music crap. I’m leaving to settle back in Toronto this year. I can’t wait! Thank you for letting me rant. Peace to all.

Benjamin



Like almost everyone says …i thought i was the only one that felt that way. I moved from NYC to London a year ago and I swear every time i get to JFK i wanna cry with joy and when i come in to Heathrow i spend a week getting over depression. The weather sucks ass i don’t think ur ever quite prepared for just how bad it is…why do i have to wear a coat in JUNE …..ahhhhh but its worth it because if it’s actually hot in june/july u have to contend with ac-less trains. WTF that should be a health violation!! 100 ppl in one train car 80+ degrees and no AC puh-lese. And the people are soo soo …words defy me…lets just say it’s not what i expected and i now deeply detest the “average” english accent and i swear if one more person tells me its to-MAH-to not to-MAY-to i’ll scream, i don’t say anything when u mispronounce “vitamins” and “Pantene”. Cant wait to get out of this grimy ass place….. ugggg and the shopping here uuuggghhh horrible..customer service WORSE!!!! i hate this place.

allie




I totally agree. London is a horrific place of epic proportions. The north of the UK is just so much better in callibre. Of course you’re going to get your crap places up there but NOTHING can be as bad as London. It is a fucking shithole. I do love my country, but London should be scrapped. It should be taken down and green fields allowed to grow. It is a wasteland that hasn’t been emptied for about 200 years.

puzzlehead 




hank you THANK you! what an amazing blog.. cant agree with you anymore.

london is vile, clostrophobic.. no1 speaks a word of english…. they look at you in hotels/shops/ whatever like your scum of the earth… the streets are littered with tramps… and a tenner wont get you more than a bus/tube ride a newspaper and a packet of crisps!

its pathetic

screw london

eli 



The pain of living in this country is destroying me mentally. It is so cathartic to read and relate to someone’s very accurate observations. London is SICK.

I have lived here all my life and I am trying to escape it as quickly as is possible because there is no life to live here. It’s not a city for ‘living in’, for obvious reasons. It’s a city to make money and then RUN AWAY FROM!!! The very vast majority of my friends have emigrated or have plans to emigrate.

I have a few aussie friends here who are making money and then plan to immediately return home. One friend actually spent a week crying when she was back in London from a visit home, sighting how unfriendly everyone is here.

We want to escape the dangerously high levels of pollution, the consistently horrendous weather, the despicable, angry, desperate people who habit the city who get become ferociously aggressive at rush hour, the filthy, ludicrously over-priced, filthy public transport services, the shocking lack of customer service, the overpriced everything, the small houses, small ‘super’markets, narrow roads, shit cars, population explosion, impossibly high levels of crime…. I could go on for days (literally) describing the crap this country offers.

THANK YOU for writing this. We all appreciate it greatly!

Lisa 



(a) arsewipes that say they want to live in a shithole area (generally greater London) because it ‘has character’. Might be true, if by character you mean filthy bucket of crap with dodgy people milling about a closed decrepit tube station at all hours of the night.
(b) mold and mildew infested flats with paper thin walls as some arsehole of a landlord has split a small terrace house into 8 flats charging 200 quid per room per week, extra if you want a luxury like window blinds – at least you get a free soap opera when the Asian family upstairs decides to have their bi-weekly domestic dispute. Never watching Bend it like Beckham again.
(c) black, nasty things that you have to pick out of your nose every evening after coming home from work breathing in that disgusting foul odour than seems to emanate from random points throughout the street
(d) an almost endless supply of scammers and small time conmen – ever tried buying a car from a second hand dealer in London? Trust me – been there, done that, took about a year off my life when they sold me a car WITHOUT THE WHEELS fastened on!
(e) limescale – i can’t believe this shit exists in the water here
(f) the useless roads and non-existent parking – the A406 story brought a smile to my face. Even the poor SatNavs get totally confused and give up when faced with those stupid roadabouts or huge intersections with five or six exits….with the street name uselessly painted on the road about 10 feet before the turn off and the white paint almost invisible due to wear and tear.
(g) and finally, the just plain horribleness of nearly every street. The same endless rows of Victorian housing without any endearing feature between one and the other.

I could go on..and on…the list would never end.

Mike



I am a fat English knacker who cannot be trusted, a snake, a rat, a man who pretends to be something that he is not. I preach trust and honesty whilst practising treachery.
I love London

Neil Grigg




I think the vast swathe of people agree that London is a shite-hole of the highest order…the only people who contest this point are either:
a)rich
b) limited in experience
c)not of sound mind (i.e Mental!).

Sure, it’s nice to go there for a holiday, see all the famous sites, and maybe even extend your stay to a few months. But living there a whole year and 4 months(2007/8 as a Postgrad at UCL) – is a completely different kettle of fish.

Admittedly i lived in the shite hole they call Plaistow, but when I arrived in London from Melbourne Australia, I thought there must have been some mistake…surely this wasn’t the London I’ve seen on TV? Samuel Johnson’s London? The london of the Queensguards and Wimbledon Championship etc etc?

There were sinister characters prowling the streets. There were gunshots and police sirens at night. There were rats in the streets and “hoodies” on every corner. And the Tube always reminded me of the nightmarish visions evoked in “Jacobs Ladder” with the twisted angry faces of the hell-bound passengers.

Someone above claims that it’s worse living in Australia…get real!!!

It was the underlying sense of distrust and dis-ease that got to me the most. I got racially abused about 6 or 7 times (I’m white) whilst living in London. The place is horribly divided along class / race and religious lines – see for example the recent racist murder of an elderly Muslim gentleman. After 6 years in Melbourne, the degree of aggression, distrust and hostility in London just blew my mind. Sharing a flat with a Senegalese and a Pole…now that was interesting. The Senegalese was an angry man..here illegally and the Pole…he was off his rocker. I used to be a patriotic Englishman but i thank God/Allah/Buddha every day that I managed to get an Australian passport whilst I was there – it’s my ticket out of that cess pit they call London.

jonno





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