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I want to talk about the purpose of War. To talk about the World's Greatest Hero Sir David Stirling from Scotland. His introduction of the SAS and the lack of purpose of War. He was a complete genius but opens up a lot of answerable questions of the Institution of War. It has become such a huge business, like no other. I haven't quite finished my thinking here. Like the majority of the world, I despise the Mayfair Set, the privileged of Lording over others with their birthright and that whole load of nonsense that is the make-up of the Powerhouses of Great Britain (I say that tongue-in-cheek) but David Stirling seems like something else. He represents a sense integrity and decency I grew up with and believed in and even before I even passed out with boredom from the various schools I attended, I realised men like him were few and far between. The Thatcherite Years killed or disinfected all those with any sense of goodness. Money became the key to all things and paramount to our

Ebola, 2014 by Joe Pollitt This is a West African Crisis. I don't care about being a number one for Christmas but I want all to know just how I feel right now. I adore the people's of West Africa and they deserve much better than the shit they have been offered by the chancers and wannabes.....Allow me the chance to sing my little song and have my X-Factor say for humanity. It does seem rather strange that West Africans are not allowed access to their own medicine. Simply being reliant on Western Aid. There is news that Colloidal Silver and Snake Venom are effective cures for Ebola. This is a human disaster it seems utterly vulgar that big pharmaceutical companies stand to profit and are immensely keen to see how effective their modern treatments work on those effected. You don't think this humanly possible, that a country or a series of countries would use West Africans as a testing ground for Chemical Warfare. You couldn't image that the world would be that cruel

I saw a MTV video on how well the Native Americans are doing in their lands and it made me sad. If you are American be ashamed...be very ashamed. These suicides must stop, this alienation must be addressed and the Money can not always be the main factor in our decision-making process. People are far more important than any resources. Money must come secondary always. Greed is too fast to kill and is the ultimate enemy of the world. Human life is paramount. The most value resource that lies on our planet is the human life. It is precious everywhere. Happy Thanks Giving to all X. Here is the MTV Video Click Here To Watch November 13 at 9:00pm · The highly anticipated untold story about America begins. I don't want people to think one way is the only way. We are all important in our world. The way we think differently makes us stronger but one rule fits all is nonsense. However you are, however you think, be forever yourself. You are vital to the development of our wider World. The G

Sometimes there are no words. No clever little phrases. When all hope has gone and all those we thought were good turn out to be rotten to the core. So here are my thoughts and feelings of now. When words are not enough. When there is nothing more to say. All we have left is our Spirit.....This is the spirit that we have inside us all. We are all the same we are ONE.

Address | to the Kingdom Your Majesty, Your Lordships and Ladyships and Your Lucky-bugger-ships.   My Right Honourable and Less Honourable, My Commmon Woman and My Common Man I have a Dream.........And now I am awake. Give us back our hearts. We’re finding life too hard without them. What about our dignity, our self-respect and our precious care for our fellow-men-and-women. What does pity mean to you....anything other than a weakness? You have crushed all that we have upheld to be decent. You are by-far the most dishonourable, dishonest and disgusting people on this earth. You hold positions of power yet you are not worthy of our spit, on your highly polished black shoes. You have forsaken all of us. We know now what it takes to run the world and the price is far too high. You have sold our humanity merely to ensure the safety of your assets. Now we ask you to leave. Not through the front door but quietly out the back. Don't even think to pinch a single thing in making your disgr

This should be the Christmas World No.1 - So sensitively done. I have never heard anything like it. It is telling all those in West Africa to trust the Doctors. Make sure to wash your hands. Don't shake hands with others. Don't touch the bodies. Listen to the Health Authorities.....This could wipe out half the Continent. This is serious indeed. Such authentic sadness for their dearly departed so let us send more medical supplies and staff. This highlights the differences in Western Culture to West African Culture, the musicians are guides to the population. Those whose music lies so deeply in the hearts of the people, so they have used their positions of influence with such wisdom and intelligence. Much RESPECT to all those that took part in this call out for the peoples of West Africa.    Sadly people in the Western world are still ignorant of many aspects of Africa and are motivated by style over content. They are still unwilling to find the root cause of their ignorance

This is slightly more sobering than the last post. Ouch.  The World is such a contradiction and sometimes a miserable place but the human spirit will endure. South Africa is a very complex enigma and needs time to heal, to find the common ground for compassion. The question should be if 50% of South Africa is still in white hands who are they? I would say that the situation is made worse by the London Stock Exchange and Wall Street. Development is too slow to come into the transition of change in this country as the Power is unable to relinquish their assets so easily. What is sad to see is that the impoverish African is made to suffer still, black, white or coloured. British-Ghanaian TV presenter Reggie Yates recently visited South Africa to find out how post-apartheid South Africa has affected some of the country’s white and black citizens. In the video documentary, Yates meets with members of South Africa’s upwardly mobile black middle class and also talks to some of the country

Studies have been done by a team of academic Congolese on the role of the Tribal peoples of the Alps. The natives in this region of the world are very restless. It would be positively rude to think their motivation for everything in their lives was purely on the grounds of material gain and we will leave that issue up for future scientists to explore. They hold weapons but fight at nobody. The team of Ethnologists found the various tribes to be extremly primitive and beyond belief.

Ok. I am going to come back to this again and again because this is quintessential about how we push our passions forward, collectively in Art. Let us avoid the World of Cunts and instead focus on the beauty of our planet, head on. Bruce Lee is a guide. He is a fabulous mentor and the greatest teacher the world has ever known about how our body works physically. This is so important as a philosophy as a way we now need to think in our enlightened world... Listen to this Modern Day Hero. The Gospel cannot be changed as it is set in stone. It is bound in books and even the letters are not allowed a day-out. The WORD is unheard. GO WITH THE FLOW Self expression doesn't come naturally to mostso as Bruce Lee would say, "be more like water". To express one-self is never easy but let us try it out. Flow more like water and whatever medium you may choose, be it oil paints, pencils or pastels, watercolours or words be flexible and free to shout as you feel fit. Smile when being in

16/11/2014 My Darling Joanne, hali ya hewa hapa ni kuwa baridi kama sisi kukimbia hadi msimu wa sherehe, taabu katika theluji. Mimi kwa kweli chuki wakati huu wa mwaka, kwa upande upande kwa wale barafu tajiri viongozi baridi. Wakati huu wa mwaka joto iliyopewa kichwa watu, ambao wote ni busy flashing pochi zao kubeba. CAN YOU IMAGINE!  Hakuna mtu anajua jirani yao na kila mtu ni ganda katika mitaa salama. Jambo wajinga ni, wanaonekana hivyo hofu ya kufanya makosa. Wao kuchukua wenyewe hivyo kwa umakini. Ni karibu haiwezekani kuwa na yoyote ya kujifurahisha. Wao ni mbio kikatili na kamwe kuwa kitu chochote zaidi ya tamaa, chuki, mbaya, binadamu. Je, unaweza kufikiria! Kutupatia nyuma hadhi yetu, yetu heshima na nguvu. Hakuna hata mmoja wetu hapa katika mashariki ni wahamiaji, sisi ni mali hapa, jinsi duniani unaweza kusema sawa. Wewe ni mgeni kwa nia mbaya, tunaona kwa nini wewe ni. Sisi kujua nini ubinadamu ni lakini wewe waliopotea hatia yako siku wewe kujifunza kuandika. Lazima kufi

This is make you cry. Make you so sad, so disappointed in the powers that be. So angry, so upset with the world that we live in. The ruthlessness is shocking. The people are scum and they run the land called England. They are rotten to the core. They treat the world like dogs. One day the dogs will bite back and chew them up for their sins. Nobody is innocent and all are to blame. As if a human being can possibly live without a conscience - Let us point to these rotten people. POINT THEM ALL OUT....One day all the dogs with charge! A Mother breast-feeds her child with the milk of human saddness only for a child to grow up to be strong enough to commit suicide. The family pets are all killed as a warning as they are all packed off like cattle. Made to sleep in the cargo ship on bird shit. This is outrageous and this is what Democracy looks like under the microscope. Let us make is clear as day what we are looking at and let us call it as we see it, as Totalitarian US/UK regimes. Known a

14/11/2014 Dear Luke, I have the FEAR, Luke. We spoke of this before but today it has heightened up to fever-pitch. It is worse than before, nobody is watching me. Nobody is touching me at all. Nobody is talking to me in my head, in my dreams or even in my bedroom. Nobody is near me or even tries to see me anymore.   I have started to write again as you suggested. Only short pieces but ones I think hold meaning to me. I am writing a blog and want nobody to read it, my precious thoughts all scrambled down on an e-book. Luke, promise me you will never try to find it. Never Google my name and read me wrong; please I beg you Luke, never see what I have written. You will judge me as others do. You will see me as a failure, as a loser, as the reject I have always been. Promise me now, Luke. Promise me you will never read a letter that I type.   Luke, I am learning all about the Internet and trying to use mass media but sadly, I seem to be so fucking misunderstood, so misread and under-heard

A piece I wrote today whilst thinking about the business Cheeseboards. The CEO, Chairwomen of tomorrow. Sniffing the sweet smell of office equipment and thinking, more ink needed for the printer. Who Will Write Tomorrow? You read me wrong. You have always read me wrong. To be honest, you have wanted to read my words upside down, thinking so little of me; respecting all the magical parts of me, never. Intrusting in me in no way at all; our friendship is paper thin. You hurt me today and I know you will keep on hurting me all of my natural life. These cuts need more than plasters, even more than butterfly-stitches; they are gashes in my flesh, my weak apathetic Anglican skin. No thread can bide these scars; these wounds, that you are so keen to inflict upon me.   Misunderstand me again and enlightening me of all my faults; preach to me of my silliness; my stupidness; my “Cuntishness”, as you politely call it. Those all-so-horrid-things I seem to be in your demonic head. Those words and

I was really touched by this video posted by Olayami Dabls from Detroit, Michigan so much so I decided to write: Give me your blood. Let me wipe it all over my face. Smear it from my forehead to my chin and let the deep red liquid drip-down; splish-splashing onto my naked feet in my open sandals. I feel that warmth that was once inside of you and all too quickly so it clots and becomes as sticky as honey between my toes. We are connected. Like it or not we are ONE. We all need the same water to drink, air to breathe, kisses to sleep, hands to hold and shoulders to hug. So yes, I hear you my sister, my brother , my mentor. I hear you so deeply it hurts. To know greed will win over our commonsense as we watch our communities slit their throats for some release and watch every tree to see if any of the branches can hold a hanging weight. Ground Zero is far from New York City. Have no illusion. Where the money is made the damage is done. Ground Zero is on every single reservat

A must see for those that love Humanity and A F R I C A.. SAVE AN AFRICAN NOW! AFRICA WILL NOT SAVE ITSELF.... THEY HAVE SO LITTLE YET THEY SMILE....

Thinking today about this idea of humanity, a word that is being thrown around like a dishcloth of late. What does humanity look like? Does it have a face even? What do we think about when we casually say the word? What is the motivation to create, to wake up and start writing or producing art? The purpose of which is to somehow enlighten others on thoughts and in sharing our universal commonalities reminds ourselves that we are not alone. It is agonising to see the way in which the people of Liberia, Sierra Leone and Cote D'Ivoire are being treated. As if they could be tested upon, sent man-made plagues and think that is acceptable in our modern era of global technology. Well it is certainly not. What is to done with these countries of unrestrained power? The ultimate control the Western world has over the global citizens is unacceptable and it is the job of the artist to address this tyranny.  How can one express the sentiments of the world? Maybe through a flood of tears. To ran