Archive | August, 2013

Get out of the fucking embassy Julian

15 Aug

In the article below which I wrote shortly before the news about Chelsea Manning’s transition, Manning is referred to as “Bradley” and she is referred to as a he. Her real name is Chelsea and she is a woman. Sorry to anyone offended.

Last night (well two nights ago now but it was last night when I started writing this) I went to see “We Steal Secrets – the Story of Wikileaks” with a mate from the save our services group I’d been part of a year or so ago in Oxford. Initially I would give it 3 and a half out of 5, as while I thought it was quite good there were some problems with it, mostly to do with how its rapey figurehead Julian Assange was portrayed, I thought they were a bit too kind to him for reasons I’ll say during the rest of the piece. He wasn’t happy about his portrayal though for reasons I will describe later in the piece.

If you don’t want to see a massive spoiler for a film, most of which was written when I was either drunk or stoned then stop reading now. I am right though. I looked at it sober and I’m still right! Still, if you disagree use the comments and tell me why 😀

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How to overthrow the Illuminati – new pamphlet

13 Aug

Despite it’s name this pamphlet rather than endorsing pernicious conspiracy theories is an excellent expose of how the “Illuminati theory” developed and exactly what is wrong with it and it puts forward communist ideas as an alternative to both the “official story” and these theories in a non patronising and non hysterical way.

The pathologisation of human emotion

7 Aug

An excellent post about the medicalisation of basic human emotions and as the article puts it a system that:

“that devalues talking therapy and rushes to medicate, inadvertently sending a message that self-medication, too, is perfectly acceptable.”


Read it

Why I resigned from the Socialist Party

7 Aug

The above is Sarah Mayos resignation letter not mine but it is worth a read.

I sadly think there’s a culture of misogyny in Trotskyism and this is one of the things that contributed to my leaving the SP this year. The trot “democratic centralist” left is in big big trouble due to among other things that culture of misogyny, the culture of professional politics not too dissimilar from the bourgeois parties (certain people in the centre who have never had jobs outside politics and can support themselves through other means besides their work for the party) meaning that they do not truly represent the working class, even if this is unintentional the structure of the organisations means they cannot hope to.

Mostly the reason I resigned was for political reasons and not personal. I do however think that because of the nature of democratic centralism it ends up wide open to abuses of power especially by the leadership and those close to it (which often include “leading trade unionists” who are usually men and used to climbing up the greasy pole and ordering people about).


I never anticipated ever leaving the party I dedicated my life to at the age of 20 (I’m now nearly 33). I became a conscious socialist and marxist BEFORE I joined the Socialist Party at Swansea University in autumn 2000. My devotion to fighting for a socialist world remains as firm as ever, although I find myself in the unprecedented situation of being party less and unsure how I can best continue to fight for the working class overthrow of capitalism and imperalism without the revolutionary party I had once considered my own.

Now it is the party of my male oppresser and I struggle to reconcile this fact with my understanding of the actual values of a socialist organisation. The leadership have chosen the man who abused me over myself, discarding me like I’m of no value at all. The Socialist Party is NOT safe for me or any…

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international solidarity!

4 Aug

i don’t usually do this kind of post but I often look at my page stats and I’ve found that people from many different countries visit this blog. As you’d expect most of the views are from the UK but I’ve had visitors from Guyana, the Palestinian territories, the Philippines, the Cayman Islands, Mauritius, Nigeria, and many others. 




daniel pelka.

2 Aug

this case has had me in bits. 😦

and the certain knowledge that there are others like him out there and its going to become harder and harder for people to help them 😦

it’s only going to get worse too with the cuts and the destruction of social provisions, including jobs at schools and other agencies and people who do make some attempt at spotting this sort of thing. not to mention the destruction of our communities so that people are only living in an area for short periods and don’t/can’t see whats going on with their neighbours

what a world 😦

and then there was going back on the train today, some fuckin disembodied voice saying “there was a person hit by a train” and that’s why it was delayed.

what a brutal fuckin society we live in


getting food out of dustbins for fucks sake. its just unspeakable. and having the school just believe the parents when they told them that load of bollocks. this the “red tape” you were on about then gove?

sleep well little fella,  i hope you’re in a better place now 😦

Between the wars by Billy Bags of money.

1 Aug

I was a miner
I was a docker
I was a railway man
Between the wars
I had a pop-up garden scheme
In times of austerity
With coffee at Luke’s Cafe
Between the warsI paid the union and as times got harder
I looked to the government to help the working man
And they brought prosperity down at the pop-up scheme
“We’re skating for peace me boys”
Between the wars

I kept the faith and I kept voting
Not for the iron fist but for the helping hand
For theirs is a floor with ramps around it
And mine is a faith in my fellow man
Theirs is a land of half pipes and glory
Mine is the green eco-initiative and the entrepreneurs
Theirs are the walls all dark with graffiti
And mine is the peace we knew
Between the wars

Call up the craft breads
Bring me the lattes
Build me a path to an independent art space
And I’ll give my consent
To any government
That does not deny a man a living wage

Go find the young men never to skate again
Send them away like the days gone by
Sweet gentrification
Heart of this nation
Desert us not, we are
Between the wars