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| Nov. 3rd, 2009 | 12:02 am | ||||||
 feminist_rage keep rejecting me for membership. IDK why but it makes me quite sad. Am I not a feminist now? Do I have to present my "not a jackass" card? :c
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| Nov. 1st, 2009 | 04:50 pm | ||||||
Candlelight gives them money. Proof. Scroll down to under the credits, and in the notes section there's a line proudly proclaiming "Candlelight supports PETA". Also this, also this. These aren't from "the bad old days" - this is all within the last four years. I've made a list of bands I'm into who are either signed to Candlelight or use them as an international distribution service (there's a lot of those - some labels, such as Reprise, use Candlelight for all their American distribution). It's a pretty fucking long list. Eighty-seven albums I'd consider buying, or (in some cases) really want to buy or (in a couple of cases) already have, but now can't get because I'd be giving money to a terrorist organisation. What the fuck. What the fuck. The bands, by the way, include BAL-FUCKING-SAGOTH (not signed, thankfully, but The Chthonic Chronicles was released in the USA on Candlelight, without the band's knowledge or permission), Emperor, Opeth, Insomnium, Gorgoroth, and Ensiferum. This makes me very sad. I can only hope the bands involved are just ignorant of Candlelight's policy, rather than actually supporting it. |
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| Oct. 23rd, 2009 | 12:59 pm | ||||||
Turns out, Griffin's father never fought in WWII - he fitted radios to Spitfires. Also, having a parent who was drafted into the military =/= not being a Nazi. An image to keep in mind, whenever Griffin claims that he's "not a Nazi" and to have "no links to fascist organisation":  In other news: someone at the Co-op is clearly a True Blood fan. They were playing the theme tune over the PA when I was in there earlier. XD |
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| Oct. 19th, 2009 | 08:42 pm | ||||||
What I've never been exposed to the kind of things that the two people doing this documentary have been - they're both British Muslims, posing as a married couple who have just moved into an area of Bristol known for high levels of racist violence. They walk the streets to see people's reactions - she wears a headscarf and conservative clothes, he sometimes wears a taqiyah - and the level of abuse they encounter is...beyond appalling. They get verbally abused, bricks, cans, and stones thrown at them, they get threatened with serious violence, and the guy actually get punched in the head. There are constant taunts of "Paki", "jihad", "terrorist"...the level of hatred shown by the white people in those areas (read: everyone, because racial diversity is hardly a byword of the place) is astonishing. Maybe it's because I'm used to Nottingham, which (in the nice bits, anyway) is diverse and relatively welcoming and at least less racist than many other places, but I didn't realise that this kind of behaviour was still around, at least in England, and not in the kind of concentration that I've just seen. I'm sure that makes me seem dreadfully naive. Perhaps I am. Until now, I thought people who voted for the BNP did so because they were taken in by their rhetoric about jobs and benefits and all that nonsense - not because they honestly hated people of colour. Apparently, I was wrong. They really are that full of pointless, poisonous hatred. I was shocked when the BNP got their people elected. I'm not shocked now. I'm fucking furious. |
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| I've got a pink sparkly unicorn in "my world." PROVE ME WRONG. | ||||||
| Oct. 15th, 2009 | 11:27 pm | ||||||
Actually, it's going to be a pretty short rant, because I'm quite tired and would like to sleep at some point. Also I smell of pumpkin (more on that later.) Here is an amusing video for your enjoyment. Bollocks. You might see things differently to other people but that doesn't change what the world is and is not. There is one world, material and testable and empirical, and whilst we may experience it in different ways because of our different backgrounds, opinions, and levels of intelligence and knowledge (amongst other things), that doesn't change the world itself. The only way we can really learn about the world is through empirical, rational testing of it, because that is the only way to find out anything concrete. There's no reason to believe anything that can't be proved (beyond reasonable doubt) through empirical enquiry, because what you can tell about the world without the scientific method is biased and flawed. The scientific method, applied correctly, is neither of these things. So no, apologists, it's not okay to have a god in "your world." There is no "your world". And, frankly, there is no god. Empirical world, empirical statement, lack of empirical proof. I'm sure most of that didn't make any sense to anyone but me, but fuck it. ANGRY GOD STUFF AT NEARLY MIDNIGHT RARR. |
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| Sep. 29th, 2009 | 10:38 pm | ||||||
Euuurgh. I'm not even going to link to the page he posted, because it's just...vile, stupid, hateful spiel, as we've come to expect from Varg. But for fuck's sake, I'd kind of hoped my friend had more sense than that. |
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| Sep. 28th, 2009 | 08:57 pm | ||||||
"As it's commonly used, "PC" is a deliberately imprecise expression (just try finding or writing a terse, precise definition) because its objective isn't to communicate a substantive idea, but simply to sneer and snivel about the linguistic and cultural burdens of treating all people with the respect and sensitivity with which they wish to be treated." This. Just...this. |
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| Sep. 9th, 2009 | 11:56 am | ||||||
Turns out, not so much. It finished on fucking Sunday. We so nearly went on Friday. Fuck fuck fuck. That aside, we actually had a really good time. Derby's Westfield shopping centre is - for something in Derby, anyway - surprisingly cushy, with video screens everywhere and touch-screen information points and shiny shiny floors. It's a pretty good place to spend the better part of a day, especially since it's probably bigger than the Victoria Centre and the Broadmarsh put together. I found out that Ana's mother (and by extension, Ana herself) likes CocoRosie (HAPPY JOY I've never before found anyone who's even heard of them), we ate the sourest candy ever - as documented here (Maya's reaction) and here (mine) - did some shopping, played a lot of Pokémon (BITCH THAT'S MY FLAG no hold on MOVE YOU'RE IN THE WAY wait wait AHAHAHAH YOU FELL IN A HOOOOOLE) and generally made the place our own. Turns out the bus we got into Derby (the indigo, which takes maybe an hour and twenty minutes) was...not the fastest route. We got the Red Arrow back, which took, er, maybe twenty-five minutes. Oops. My bad. Chris and Guy's 19th birthday party tonight. I can't be bothered to go - it'll just be a piss-up, of course - but it's fancy dress, with points for "hilarity, sexiness, and originality", so Maya's going as, er, a flasher. We went to Backlash and she got a big overcoat and a belt, and she's going to wear sexy underwear underneath. I think that'll be quite excellent. XD I've been so...I'm not even sure, actually. Recently, I've been feeling kind of bored but unsure how to alleviate that boredom, kind of wanting to do something practical but then deciding not to, iconing and giving up half-way through...I need to find something to do that's not just watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The other new thing is I'm going on a hydration binge. Well, not a binge, more of a "lifestyle change" (I sound like the Fat Man) in that I'm trying to drink two litres of water a day (plus my usual can or two of Diet Coke and morning glass of orange juice) in the hope that all those promises they make about improved skin and health and mental clarity might have a grain of truth in them. It's probably too early to tell, but I don't fell all that better. And I think my skin's gotten worse over the past couple of weeks. Huh. Oh, but, in health-related good news: I've gone down a jeans size. I'm now one size above the national average. Woop woop. I'm not going to hype that up too much - actually, there's a whole blog post to be made about my attitude towards weight and weight loss, but it's a separate, politics-skewed post that I'll not make yet - but I am quite pleased. And also slightly confused because I've not done any exercise in ages and I've not noticed any real diet change. Maybe I'm just eating a little less? I've gotten an account at Shelfari, too. It seems like a useful, pretty-in-a-digital-way method of keeping track of my books and so on. And of guilting myself into reading some of the books that have been sitting on my bed-side table for a couple of years. Knowing me, I'll forget about it/get sick of it in a month or two (cf. Twitter, the Kill Everyone Project, voice-recognition software), but it's nice in the interim. In other book-related news, I got Wet Moon 5 yesterday, totally adored it, screamed at the cliffhanger and also shrieked at the CocoRosie poster in Audrey's bedroom. It's the Noah's Ark album, too, which is my favourite! Everyone should listen to that album, especially Bear Hides and Buffalo and South 2nd (apologies for the weird video, just minimise the window and listen, the song's hearbreaking.) I'm not sure if I've got much more to say at the moment. The weather's been really strange recently - it was so cold over the weekend that I needed a hot water bottle at night, but then it was scorching yesterday and I think it's hot today, too, judging from the blue sky and bright sun outside. I'm not sure if I like this. The weather seems to have moodswings on a par with mine. Also, I'm not sure if I want to do Bach Choir this term. Not only are all the works in English - and I know it's stupid but I deeply hate singing sacred music in English, because if it's in Latin or German or whatever I can kind of ignore the words, but it's almost physically painful to me to spout the kind of awful words that crop up in the libretto for a lot of cantatas - but the music's also pretty terrible. The Vaughn-Williams "Five Mystical Songs" is lovely because Vaughn-Williams is always lovely, and I don't know the Parry "Bles't pair of The thing that really bugs me is that if I tell my parents that I don't want to sing it because I can't stand the religion in the text, I'll be laughed at. If I converted to a non-Christian religion - if I became a proper Muslim or Hindu or whatever - they'd probably accept it, after a while, but because I'm an atheist my objection to religion is somehow less valid than it would be if I was just objecting to one religion because of the faith I'd chosen. Some of the sentiments in sacred music are horrifying - have you listened to some of the Psalms recently? - and I feel really...sick and wrong and uncomfortable singing them, but whenever I try to explain this I just get mocked. The underlying fear, for me, is that I won't be able to escape this. All opera singers have to work the oratorio circuit, it's how it works - it's the only way you can support yourself because opera productions are few and far between. So what am I going to do? I can't just avoid all oratorios and cantatas in English, I'd go bankrupt. But I just can't bring myself to promote the vile lies in sacred music. What am I going to do? |
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| Sep. 3rd, 2009 | 11:45 pm | ||||||
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| Sep. 3rd, 2009 | 11:31 pm | ||||||
This is what patriarchy does to people. This is what humanity does to people. I think I want to throw up. |
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| Jul. 15th, 2009 | 10:39 pm | ||||||
My list of "Things to Boycott" keeps getting bigger and bigger. Which is a pisser because before this advert, McCoy's were my favourites. |
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| Ásatrú, metal, and the ugly spectres known as -isms | ||||||
| Jul. 15th, 2009 | 03:10 pm | ||||||
First, a quick ident, so you know where I'm coming from with this. I am Caucasian, of Norwegian and Danish descent (mostly), British, female-assigned and on the female side of genderqueer, lesbian, an atheist, involved in the Ásatrú movement, politically liberal, a feminist, a queer rights activist, a civil rights activist, and maybe the biggest extreme metal geek you'll ever meet. My particular corner of extreme metal, and certainly the place I spend most of my time in terms of forums and publications, is in the grimy nook of black metal, folk metal, Viking metal, and pagan metal. And pirate metal, but let's not get into that inevitable argument here. We all - and by "we" I mean "me and other extreme metal nerds" - know how black metal started, over twenty years ago. A group of upper-middle-class white teenagers from Norway (mostly) took a look at the conformist, moderate-Christian atmosphere they'd been brought up in and decided they needed to rebel. They took their cues from the darker end of the metal scene of the day - the heaviness of American thrash and speed, the lyrical themes of the NWOBHM, and the visual style (but not the dreadful glasses) of Venom. They made a conscious and sincere effort to reach for the most extreme, the most despised, and the most fearsome things they could emulate, because if you're going to rebel you should damn well do it properly. Amongst those extreme things were Satanism, Ásatrú, and - and this is the big one - National Socialism. Varg Vikernes and his cohorts (I must point out that I include Euronymous in their number, because being murdered didn't actually make him a nice person to begin with) found a monstrous ideology and put it on like a costume, because it scared people and made them feel important and powerful. In doing so, they also made some very, very good music (to my ears.) Other people heard that music - teenagers, young people, people - like me - who were thirteen or fourteen when they first heard harsh vocals and downtuned guitars, and had yet to develop the critical capacity to filter the messages they were being presented with. Teenagers, especially rebellious and non-mainstream ones, are massively idolatrous - at least, in my experience - and those who listened to Burzum, to Absurd, to Infernum, poured their admiration and respect onto the men at the forefront of those bands, men - and they were always men - who espoused the most vile, dangerous, and divisive ideologies the world has seen in a long time. I don't necessarily blame these teenagers, these children; I spent two years of my life parroting the sayings of Anton LaVey because I respected him and didn't yet know how to separate a man's creative work from his thoughts. I'm long past that now, but some of the black metal youth, those touched by the pollution that took hold of the genre, never moved on. Let us look, now, before I get too far ahead of myself, at religion. Religious discord, disharmony, and dissonance were major motivating forces for the Black Metal Inner Circle back in the day, and for those who work in the genre now. It began as an anti-Christian movement and, but for some Christian bands (generally known as "unblack"), has stayed true to its origins. The anti-Christianity took two paths, which have traded dominance at various points in the last two decades. First, Satanism. As an anti-Christian ideology it is, and was, the logical step: what better way to strike back against a hated religion than to align yourself with its direct adversary? Some bands stuck to LaVey, holding high their Satanic Bibles, whereas others went back to Crowley, or to earlier (purported) Satanists such as the Hellfire Club of the 18th century. All you need to do is look at black metal, past and present, to see the influence in the imagery - Baphomets, inverted crosses, naked women covered in blood, severed goat heads...it's a popular theme, to say the least. The pioneers of the genre largely subscribed to this avenue of anti-Christianity, at least at the beginning. What came later was Ásatrú. Ásatrú (those who subscribe to it are known as Ásatruar) is the worship of the Norse gods - Odin, Thor, Týr, and so on. It was, of course, the dominant religion of Scandinavia for about fifteen hundred years, between 500 BCE (once it had evolved from proto-Norse Germanic mythology) and 1000 CE, when the Norse people were forcibly converted to Christianity as part of the Danelaw. Black metal musicians who chose this route (many of whom had previously gone for Satanism and quickly retconned their past interests as "an artistic posture" or "an avatar for the All-Father") argued that the truer way to strike back at the Christian oppressor was to opt for the pre-Christian belief system of their land and ancestors. (As an atheist who nevertheless wears a Mjollnir pendant at all times, I can see where they're coming from.) There was never much of a clash of ideologies between Satanism and Ásatrú in black metal, or at least not a big enough one to warrant mentioning - the general understanding was that we're all against the Christians, so it doesn't matter that much whether you're fighting for Odin or for Satan. Either way, let's sever some heads. Unfortunately, the price of a lack of clash was that some assimilation occurred between the National Socialist Black Metal crowd, who were largely neutral on the Satanism-Ásatrú question, and the two differing factions. The assimilation took the form of a worrying trend that began to emerge perhaps a year before the murder of Euronymous - the conflating of a racist, sexist, and homophobic ideology with the teachings of Ásatrú. This simmered for a long time, edged along by the occasional mad dribbling by Vikernes (by then safely in his prison cell, from which he was released in May of this year) and similar. Vikernes' longest dribble took the form of a Mein Kampf-like volume, written in prison, entitled Vargsmål (-smål is an Old Norse word meaning "speech" or "treatise", so the title translates as "Varg's Speech".) This book (and I use the term loosely) solidified his oft-meandering and famously mercurial ideologies (he had, in the past, been a vocal member of various Nazi, white-supremacist, or similar groups, but generally not for very long - he invariably decried them after leaving, sometimes denying he had ever been involved in the first place) into a weighty slab of racist, perverse bullshit. The basic idea was thus: "The Norse race, to whose gods I hail, are superior to all others and destined to rule the Earth, because the All-Father decreed us strongest and wisest amongst the people of the world. Men, who hold the swords with which we will reclaim dominion over the land, are superior, and women must breed with them to produce pure-blood Aryan children. Homosexuality is abominable for no defined reason, but those who engage in it are to be put to death. I am the leader of this movement, and though the enemy holds me within his fortress I shall suffer for the betterment of my people." I think I've gotten the general tone more or less right. Mad, self-aggrandising, racist, sexist, homophobic, and generally monstrous. But it was too late for some people to realise just how far away from "reasonable" or "humane" Vikernes' views had gotten - they'd been touched (as I had, with notably different consequences) by the music, and more or less surrendered their critical capacities in the face of blind idolatry and obedience. Or, perhaps, they were just insecure teenagers who needed a group in which they could feel accepted and important. Either way, black metal changed. Not all of it, not by a long shot - some of the bands who had been there from more or less the start, bands like Gorgoroth and Satyricon, had never subscribed to that kind of ideology, and were never on Vikernes' side to begin with. But other bands, newer bands, American and British and German bands, saw Vikernes as a hero, or - worse - a martyr (never mind that he wasn't dead, in stark contrast to the people whose murders he was responsible for, both directly and indirectly.) But, nevertheless, in dark corners of my beloved genre, a rot set in. A rot that said "We are the white man, and we want racial purity." A rot that said "We are the strong man, and we want female subjugation." A rot that said "We are the straight man, and we want gay extinction." Time moved on. Come the year two thousand, and the rise of newer genres in the miasma we call metal - pagan metal, folk metal, Viking metal. Bands took up their swords in a more literal sense, not to chop anyone's head off, but to hold high in photoshoots. Vocals refined, cleared, became chants. Hair was left undyed, leather became brown armguards rather than black trousers, and my musical home was born. It started small - to be truthful, the concept of battle metal had been around since before Manowar, and folk metal had started with Skyclad some ten years previously, but the two had never really met in such a way - but it grew, and grew, and now, nearly a decade later, seems to be poised over the dourer side of metal with a big sword in one hand and an alehorn in the other. A joyous thing, surely? After a rough ten years of enforced misery and bad ideology the dominant force in metal was shifting to a group who were rather more aware of the distinction between fantasy and reality. The pioneers and sustaining forces of the genre - Ensiferum, Amon Amarth (not, in the genre sense, folk or Viking metal - closer to melodic death - but lyrically and visually basically the same), Týr - were neither extremists nor violent madmen, opting for alcohol over the blood of dissenters as their beverage of choice. Yes, a good thing. But the rot, steadily eating away at a few corners of black metal for ten years, had touched some of the more obscure members of this new genre, many of whom had spent their teenage years listening to just the kind of thing that this new move was hoped to change. They were by far in the minority, these clingers-on to the old ways, and they were a far smaller proportion of folk metallers than of black metallers at any time, but they existed. And the rot kept on going. So, today. The year 2009, nearly twenty years since the genesis of black metal, a decade or so since pagan metal first stuck its head above the parapet. Where are we? And why do I care in the first place? Where we are is something of an impasse. The racists, the sexists, the homophobes - the Nazis - are still there, griping and spitting and polluting a beautiful genre and an ancient mythology with their filth. Everyone knows this, no-one outside their group likes it, but there's nothing we can do. After all, we're a genre (a super-genre, I suppose) built on freedom of expression, freedom of speech, even for that which we find distasteful or horrifying. We try not to associate with them, and look with shame or sadness on the idols of our youths, who now, as middle-aged men, spew the same muck to an ever-dwindling audience. We learn that a band we liked (and this happens rather a lot, in a genre in which it's more or less impossible to hear any of the lyrics) have, all along, been promoting white supremacy, and we feel sick. We treasure people like Satyr, Gaahl, and Tom G Warrior, because they were there in the beginning and are still with us and never fell to the same madness as some of the others. Certainly, Gaahl is a good example of how an Ásatruar black metaller can avoid being a Nazi - he severed all links with those like Varg Vikernes a long time ago, and is now possibly the only openly gay black metal musician to have achieved any semblance of success. Ásatrú as a faith has been...less fortunate. There's a moderate core - those of us who honour our ancestors and their ways, and who have taken their gods as our own, but acknowledge that there are some aspects of an Iron Age war-based society that don't translate to 21st century living, such as the mad bigotry that other people seem rather fond of. Those other people, however...they're still there. They're sitting there with shaven heads and Algiz tattoos (I have my own gripes about that, since that's my namerune and I don't like seeing it at BNP rallies), saying that the Norsemen will come again, that the All-Father will "cleanse" the Northlands of what they see as "pollutants" - people of races other than theirs, women who know their own minds, people who aren't necessarily into breeding. They take the faith of my people - of my musical clans, of my ancestors, and of the gods I love - and twist it and poison it and then hold it up as a broken caricature of what it could be, what it should be. And I sit here, with my Guardian newspaper and Pride flag and feminist books, and wonder what to do now. |
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| Jan. 20th, 2009 | 08:32 pm | ||||||
So, initial thoughts on the ceremony: 1. How much goddamn prayer do you NEED at a government ceremony? Seriously. I started feeling like I was at church about a quarter of the way in. I know Obama has his beliefs, and he has a right to them, but doesn't America have something called the separation of Church and State? Yes? Thought so. I'm not sure it's appropriate, frankly, for a President in the modern age to put such an emphasis on Christianity in a power-exchange ceremony that has nothing to do with anything but civil government. 2. On that note. Rick. Fucking. Warren. I know he's trying to include everyone, and the spirit of bipartisanship is a lovely thing, but...Rick Warren is a monster. He's an evil man with evil, evil views that would see me and mine consigned to eternal torment. Barack Obama should be ashamed to be associated with him in any way, and should be unreserved in his condemnation of the man. 3. Joseph Lowery, on the other hand, is amazing. What a man! He was a joy to listen to, and that's a very rare thing for me to say about a godbotherer. The full text of his speech doesn't seem to be on the internet yet - which is a shame =| - but the ending was...quite frankly, legendary. Take a gander: "We have in this campaign and this election an opportunity in this election to move America from the dark valley of doubt to the mountaintop of hope. To those days when black will not be asked to get back; when brown can stick around; when yellow can be mellow; when the red man can get ahead; and when white will see the light.” That's sentiment with style. 4. Obama's speech - see that segue? - was...well, quite. We all knew it'd be good, because it's Barack fucking Obama. He's a great orator - although, frankly, anyone who could string three words together without a flaming malapropism would sound good after what we've been hearing for the past eight years. You can find the full text of the speech over here, on WikiSource (a great resource, I must add, and more people should use its services). My favourite phrase, I think: "To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West - know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy." That last phrase should probably have been tattooed on the inside of the Bush administration's eyelids. Other highlights - "and non-believers". HE KNOWS WE EXIST, PEOPLE! That's so encouraging. 5. Thanks to MSNBC by way of Wikipedia, I now know why Obama fumbled the Oath, and it's not his fault - this article explains that in fact Chief Justice John Roberts, who administered the Oath, decided not to use notes and flubbed his lines, misplacing the world "faithfully". Obama - who, as is the norm, with incoming Presidents, learnt it by rote beforehand - was in fact prompting Roberts to re-state his lines the right order. Well then. Though, to be honest, the idea that he did flub his lines...is somehow endearing. It gives him a humanity, an immediacy, that can be missing when he's playing the Great Orator. Nevertheless, it's possibly the least important thing he'll ever do, in a sense - I'd much rather he flubs the Oath and fixes the world than the other way round, haha. 6. The BBC commentators talked through most of the rather wonderful quartet with Yo-Yo Ma, Itzhak Perlman, Gabriela Montero, and Anthony McGill. Bastards. :c 7. (Last point, I promise) The BBC got Christopher Hitchens in to talk about the Inauguration. I have absolutely no idea why they felt the need to do this, but I'm rather glad. He's my least favourite of the Four Horsemen, but he's still a good bloke, Iraq War views aside. |
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| Jan. 20th, 2009 | 04:15 pm | ||||||
Future's bright, motherfuckers. |
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| Dec. 8th, 2008 | 10:21 pm | ||||||
So, there's a metaquotes entry over here about soliders being murderers, essentially. Well, more accurately, the metaquote is a rebuttal of the idea. An ineffective one. Unfortunately, I'm the same age as the person who posted the original accusation so I doubt my opinion would ever be taken seriously - if it would be in the first place, which is unlikely, because, well, this is the internet. Does anyone take anyone seriously here? So, here we go. My objections regarding the military: Oh, first, a disclaimer. Yes, I'm a seventeen-year-old young person with no military experience (beyond war sims), I've never held a gun in my life (though I do know my way around a fencing foil), and I've never visited a warzone (besides my kitchen table whenever my father's around). Do not interpret this as meaning I know nothing about military life; my mother was in the army for some years, I have friends who are soldiers, and a good portion of my family are or have been in the military for all or part of their careers. I know quite a bit, thanks, even if it is second-hand. Anyway. 1) The most revolting, abhorrent, and frankly disturbing thing in the world for me is the abdication of moral responsibility; the "I was only following orders" excuse. It's what godbotherers do, and it's what soldiers do. When you sign that contract, you lose the ability to say "I don't want to do this." If you do do that, it's called mutiny, and you get, at worst, a dishonourable discharge (during peacetime) or shot (during wartime). Think about what that means. You are entirely at the command of your CO, who can tell you to do whatever he or she wants you to, from scrubbing the toilets with a toothbrush to - yes, you saw this coming - shooting an Iraqi civilian. You cannot say no. I cannot fathom the kind of mind that would enter into a situation where they could be told to murder an innocent person and have no choice in the matter. 2) I am, whilst not a pacifist (sometimes violence is necessary. And/or enjoyable.) appalled by unnecessary violence. You cannot tell me that the war in Iraq was necessary. You cannot tell me the war in Vietnam was necessary. Violence should not be our first resort, ever, under any circumstance! I thank the gods daily that we now appear to have a US President Elect who seems to realise this, after a very...very long time. Yes, sometimes we have to protect our borders - and that is all we should be doing. It's not our job to act as some kind of global police force. Yes, effect change by social pressure, lobbying, and charitable works. Don't walk in and shoot people! Yes, if they shoot us, make them stop. Don't go looking for people to shoot! I'm sure there was something to this effect in the Lion King. 3) People sign up, of their own free will, during wartime. People sign up now, during the utter trainwreck in Afghanistan and Iraq. In effect, people sign up specifically to fight in a war that we know to be a) illegal and b) fucking pointless. What does that say about them? In essence: I think anyone who wants to be told to kill people is deeply fucked up, or quite possibly delusional. But, frankly, it's not their fault. We don't need better soldiers - we need better leaders. We need leaders who won't send young men and women to die in a place we should never have set foot in in the first place. We need leaders who will to our own problems first, instead of going on a corrupt, immoral, insane hunt for oil in someone else's country. We need a military who can be sure they'll be told to do the right thing, in the right place, with the right equipment. Oh, yes. And we need people to accept that, maybe? People might not agree with them, even if they are holding an AK-47. That'd be nice. (A couple of notes: It's not just that the Iraq war is monstrously corrupt. It's that it didn't WORK. Levels of Islamic fundamentalism in occupied territories have skyrocketed since our military held hands with America and invaded their country. What, exactly, did you expect? Read Taylor's report on the process of fundamentalism and then re-evaluate whether you want to point a gun at a godbotherer. You might change your mind.) |
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| Nov. 5th, 2008 | 10:43 pm | ||||||
Last night, we achieved a great thing. We won one of the greatest victories the world has ever seen - the most liberal President of the United States of America has been elected, a black man, who a couple of short years ago was the clear underdog in a difficult and gruelling race. This is a great step forward. But with every step forward, a step back. Four steps, to be exact. California, Florida, Arkansas and Arizona passed bills last night; evil, discriminatory, prejudiced bills, writing hatred and intolerance into their very constitutions. In California, married couples have found their lives ripped apart for no good reason. In Florida and Arizona, the path towards marriage equality took a huge blow. In Arkansas, gay couples have been forbidden from giving unloved children loving homes. In the midst of victory, defeat. I am as joyful, as hopeful, as giddy with relief and joy as everyone else but we must not allow this to pass unchecked. Sadly, Barack Obama, for all his good points, does not have a shining record on queer rights, but - as I keep pointing out to anti-Obama bloggers who are anti-him because of this issue - he is by far, by far, the lesser of two evils. Yes, it'd be lovely to have a President who supported full marriage equality, but one who supports civil partnerships is preferable to one who thinks we're all sinful monsters. Anyway, back to my point. It is key, it is absolutely vital, that we challenge the verdict - which, I must note, is not entirely decided yet, with something like three million absentee ballots yet to be counted - on California Proposition 8, on Florida Proposition 2, on Arizona Proposition 102, and on Arkansas Initiative 1. We must take this to the courts, we must stop these places from writing hatred into their constitutions. If we are to make any progress, we must. Ha, I say "we". Sadly, it is difficult for me to include myself in this "we" because, though of course an ardent queer rights supporter, I'm neither American nor of voting age. I speak from a position of great privilege, given the UK's Civil Partnerships Act (I feel the need here to note that Civil Partnerships do not provide full marriage equality, so we're not all the way there yet). But what those of us outside the blast radius, as it were, can still help. We can raise awareness of this issue, we can spread the word, we can provide emotional - and financial - support for those fighting against discrimination. Come on, people. We've got a way to go, but we can't give up yet. Yes we can, eh? |
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| Sep. 18th, 2008 | 09:00 pm | ||||||
I have a Music essay - two, actually - to do but, well, responsibility has never really been my strong suit, right? Let's talk politics. Specifically, let's talk Sarah Palin. Gosh, a bit slow to jump on the bandwagon, aren't we? Well, I've been jumping up and down about this woman (for lack of a better word, though I might go with "monster", instead) since the announcement was made, but you know what I'm like about blogging. It's a matter of "FUCK THAT SHIT" unless I have more important work to do. Like now, for instance. So. Sarah Palin, whose nomination has destroyed the McCain campaign's only viable attack against Obama - that he's inexperienced. Well, if that's inexperienced I'm not quite sure what you'd call the two-year governor of quite possibly the least significant state in the entire USA. I'm astounded that people are citing Alaska being close to Russia as foreign policy experience. I'm not even going to tackle that - it's ludicrous as it stands, no point painting it pink and sticking a flower on it. No, what I'm going to look at this evening is the whole question of feminism and Sarah Palin. Palin herself, of course, is far from being a feminist - or, at least, she would never call herself one. Well, of course she wouldn't; feminists are left-wing, and she'd not touch that with a bargepole, as I'm sure we all know. In many significant respects, she's gallingly anti-woman - she's anti-sex education, anti-abortion, anti-equal rights. Those aren't exactly the traits of a feminist. I realise at this point that I'm starting to sound like I'm building up to the conclusion that, somehow, she is in fact a feminist and we should all shut up. I'm not, because that would be daft. She's a very long way from being a feminist. What she is, however, is a powerful woman in a powerful place, and that's very interesting. It's interesting partly because there's a grand irony in a woman standing on a podium and essentially telling the rest of her gender to get back in the kitchen. This is the same irony that sees the Pope decked out in velvet and furs, telling his fellow Christians of the virtues of poverty, and fundamentalists shooting abortion doctors whilst preaching the sanctity of human life. Hypocrisy is, of course, the very lifeblood of politics but this is so glaring as to be almost remarkable. Primarily, though, it's interesting because of the reaction Palin's nomination has garnered from left-wing feminists. Of course, we all hate her. It was guaranteed from the word go that, sorority complexes aside, her (lack of) morals and principles and views would stick a big cross-hair on her forehead from the point of view of liberals of any description. Feminists hate Sarah Palin. This is a given. What's surprising is how they express this hatred. I'm honestly shocked - and displeased - by the sight of dedicated feminists saying that she'd be a negligent mother to take this job - and some of the insults levelled against her are deeply misogynistic and frankly unacceptable. Why should this be? Why should women - and some men, of course - who dedicate themselves to gender equality resort to gendered insults and misogynistic slants when presented with a woman who galls them like this? I, of course, cannot speak for my feminist sisters (and brothers, and siblings of non-binary gender), but I can speak for myself. And I feel betrayed. It's a strange feeling, and it's not exactly a rational one, but let me try to explain it nonetheless. Feminists want women in power. Well, of course we do - we want women to have power and that means wanting women in power. We invest a huge amount of effort in trying to get women through the glass ceiling and into positions of high power and influence. Well, here is one - she's a few poll points away from the Vice Presidency, and after that a heart attack away from the Presidency itself. And yet she is utterly dedicated to everything we hate. She wants us to breed for the state, to send our children to die in a country we shouldn't have gone anywhere near in the first place, to relinquish control of our bodies to men, to remain ignorant about ourselves and our sexuality, to repress what is natural to us, and to return to subservience and misery. That's an evil thing to hear from a woman - a sister - in such a position. Long gone are the days where I thought every woman (or every member of any disempowered group) was my friend but there's something horrifying about seeing this grotesque caricature of an empowered woman standing there spouting the kind of hatred that we want to destroy. A sigh - there's very little we can do about this. Except, of course, support Obama's campaign as strongly as we can. I think it's about time we realised that Palin is not in any way a replacement for Clinton - in fact, she's something approaching Bizarro!Clinton, just without the overbearing husband and with moose-shooting. (Let's not get me started on that, hmm?). As a minor and a UK citizen I, of course, can't vote - but many of us can. Come on, people. We've got work to do. Yes we can, eh? |
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| Sep. 3rd, 2008 | 10:40 pm | ||||||
I just looked at the first-ever-entry and damn, was I ever whiny. I epitomised everything I hate these days which is possibly (part of) why I hate those things and blegh. The problem is the people I've known for six years - Lorn, Rin, Lain, Maya, all that lot - still judge me on what I was like back then? Which is a deeply horrifying thought. I barely view that person as being me, y'know? I guess it's normal to try to divorce yourself from your younger selves but bloody hell it's embarrassing to think of what I was like. I hope I don't look back in four years and think exactly the same thing of myself now. I bet I will. Anyway. School starts again tomorrow. The last haul, I guess. Home stretch. One year and then we're out...and into another bit of the education system. Is there no escape? All these people wanting to teach me things. Oh dear. I feel accomplished! I'm a third of the way through Les Misérables which sounds like nothing much until I say that the damnable book is 1200 pages long. And in quite small font. Ye~ah. Good book and Hugo's writing style is more engaging than I anticipated but sodding hell do we need so many...diversions? A sixty-page biography of a character whose useful screentime spans maybe four pages - not necessary. Full, detailed account of the battle of Waterloo just because one character looted the battlefield - also not necessary. They're well-written diversions but I'm exhausted~ Haha I'll never be an intellectual at this rate. I don't really know why I'm blogging. Boredom? I suppose. My father's in the shower and I want to go and do my teeth and stuff, so I do need something to kill the time with. I went to a Prom last night! Whenever I say that to people they react as if I'd said high school prom. Which is, haha, really not what the Proms are, in case you hadn't noticed. It was the Prelude and Liebestod from Wagner's Tristan und Isolde - well, we all know what I think about Wagner. Eee. <3333 Then the Messian Turangalia. Oh, wowww. I've never been a huge Messian fan - I know, this makes me a bad person - but. Wow. It's...electrifying. Unreleting. Terrifying. It was Sir Simon Rattle and the Berlin Philharmonic, too, which was...glorious. I am not exaggerating when I say they're the best orchestra in the world. Also, ondes-martenon! Fucking love that instrument. I'd love to have one but they're very expensive, more's the pity. Oh, on that note. I'm getting a theremin for Christmas. FUCK YES. Should I call it Wintereenmas? I so should. Better than Yule. Silly fluffbunnies. We know the Christians stole your holiday but you stole it too and I don't think you're going to get it back after this long. Oh, Christians. That reminds me. Politics! I know I think about this too much...except that I sodding don't because it's important and anyone who doesn't think so is both wilfully ignorant and irresponsible. And an idiot. So, to politics. Well, yay Obama nomination, of course. I am still disappointed in Hillary's actions during the campaign but, well, it's a bit late now. The damage she's done to the party is appalling but we'll have to live with it. The race-baiting, however, I will not stand for. Still not pleased with her or her husband. Anyway. Obama's convention speech was, of course, glorious. I'd be impressed even if I weren't a supporter anyway. By all the gods, he should get the Presidency. If we can't have President Bartlet... This Sarah Palin nonsense, oh dear. The woman's clearly both an imbecile and a bigot. Damned if I'm going to have her co-running the world's only (current) superpower. Leaving aside the questions over Trig's (who in their right mind names a baby "Trig"? What on earth?) parentage...clearly, her stance on abstinence-only sex education has worked really well for her own family. Idiot woman. Her "morals" are frankly appalling, not to mention badly thought-out. Plus, she's a creationist, which puts her marginally lower than slime on the list of "decent people". Actually, scratch that. Insult to good slime. Well, we all know what I think of the creationists. Sorry, people. Science is smarter than you. Your god is obsolete - let's move on a bit, yes? We're not in kindergarten any more, we don't need imaginary friends to get through life. Not that Fred Phelps would have much luck at making real friends, but the world does need a punchbag. Oh, if only, if only. What I wouldn't give, hmm? Of course, this whole Palin debacle is just an attempt at getting Hillary's marginalised "a woman or nothing" voters over on their side. Feminist as I am - and oh, you'd better believe I am - I am very sure that choosing an insane, hardcore-right nutjob over a wise, sane and comfortably left leader is a very bad idea, even if the former happens to be female. But let's not let common sense intervene. This is politics, after all. Anyway. I'd better go and see if the bathroom's free so I can sleep, finally. I'll be back some time...if I ever surface again from under the vile swamp of coursework and other related horrors. Pax. |
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| Jul. 15th, 2008 | 11:11 pm | ||||||
I am all for freedom of religion. I mean, I hate religion and everything it stands for and my opinion of religious people is so low it is in the sodding Mariana Trench, but nevertheless; as long as they are not forcing their beliefs on me, they can believe what they like. This, however, takes the fucking cake. Takes it, eats it, and stabs someone in the eye with the cake fork. This woman is using her religion to justify her bigotry, her hatred and her unforgivable, unacceptable attitude towards queer people. In any situation, her views lessen her as a human being and guarantee that I loathe her on principle. Still, she has - ugh - the right to hold those views, as misguided and disgusting as they are, if they do not affect anyone else. Ah, there we go. The crux of the matter. In this situation, her beliefs are affecting other people in a very real and important way. She works as a registrar. As we all know - and rejoice - same-sex couples have been able to get civil partnerships in this green and pleasant land for a couple of years. Her job, then, by definition, involves administering these civil partnerships. Ohh, no, no, I forgot! She has Morals! She can't cope with these Filthy Queers cluttering up her land, so she refuses to do her job. And, because they're not stupid, her bosses quite legitimately raise an eyebrow and say "Fuck that shit, get back to work." So she gets on her Moral High Horse and takes it to - oh dear - the courts. Who roll over, like the particularly stupid dogs they are, and say "Oh, your imaginary friend says you have to hate ten percent of the population - that's quite all right! How dare people expect you to do your job which you are being paid to do? Carry on discriminating against innocent people and denying loving couples legal recognition. We don't want to upset religious folks, now do we?" Fucking hell. This is beyond appalling. She doesn't want to do her job? Fine. She can stop being paid for it, then. Ugh. I am seething. And the Les Misérables soundtrack isn't doing enough to calm my ire. |
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| May. 31st, 2008 | 01:11 am | ||||||
Seriously. It is utterly ridiculous and frankly unacceptable to cheapen the point of this song in that way. The song is, despite sounding happy and upbeat, a rather pointed commentary on post-emancipation life for black people. It is not about yoghurt, nor is it an appropriate song for use in an advert about the same. For fuck's sake. Shit like this is why I don't watch TV. Unless Stephen Fry is involved in some way. |
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| May. 27th, 2008 | 10:15 pm | ||||||
I've been watching it for fifteen minutes and I am beyond freaked out now. This woman, an Evangelical minister who runs conferences and summer camps. She is talking about how she perceives her "enemies" in the Middle East and the Islamic world as training their kids to lay down their lives for Allah: She has just said that she wants the children in her care to be prepared to die for Jesus. This woman is, in my view, worse than a paedophile. This is child abuse. This is systematic indoctrination on the same level as child soldiers. That is what they are training these poor, defenceless children to be; soldiers in their war of braindead slaves. This is just horrifying. Children being homeschooled away from anyone from different backgrounds or faiths or races or anything, being taught that creationism is the only answer to the origin of life question, that global warming isn't real, that the Bible is the only source of morality and truth and that their role in life is to preach the lies that have been imprinted on their brains to their peers. It's just...I don't even have words for how disgusted I am with these people. They believe that America was founded as a Christian nation! I mean, I hate America - I really, really do - but the point stands that the Founding Fathers were secularists to a man, regardless of their own religious convictions. The "Under God" in the pledge was added in 1954, for goodness' sakes! America is not a fundamentally Christian nation, no matter the beliefs of the populace. Ugh. I really feel sick watching this. These ten-year-olds spouting the shit their parents have fed them like they believe it! They can't believe it if they know no alternative! You can't honestly align yourself with a cause unless you've had an unbiased view of both sides of the argument and the last thing these kids are getting is an unbiased view. Oh, come on. This woman is now praying over the video projectors and microphones and commanding Satan not to interfere with the electrics. That is just...ridiculous. Petty. It'd be hilarious if she weren't, y'know, raping the minds of innocent children. ...Huh. Apparently, there is a Christian flag. It's a rather macabre bastardisation of the American flag. Oh, no, come on, they're fucking saluting it now. Oh, ew. And now they've got a whole load of kids in a building participating in...what appears to be Christian Gangsta Rap. "Who's in the house: Jesus Christ. JC DJ." Oh noo, come on, that's just awful. And this kid listens to Christian metalcore. I mean, METALCORE! That's worse than Christian Black Metal. Urghhh. I feel ill. I want to take all these poor kids and hug them and... Oh, no, no, what? She's pissing on Harry Potter now. "Warlocks are an enemy of God! If it were in the Old Testament Harry Potter would have been put to death!" You idiot, hysterical cow. You're a squealing donkey, baptising children with bottled water to get them into the "Army of God". This is just...sick! I can't believe it, this is horrible! These poor children! Being taught to hate anone different, to hate themselves for having NORMAL human feelings. They're all now in hysterical tears after "confessing their sins" in one of many fits of mass hysteria. I think I'm going to blog through the whole thing, actually. Ad breaks will give me a good chance to catch up on my thoughts. I'm just so revolted by this I feel the need to get it out of my system. It's sort of a purge, I suppose. Let's start with a couple of assumptions. I am anti-religion. I am an anti-theist. I think that all kinds of beliefs in 'supernatural' things - from higher beings all the way to fairies at the bottom of the garden - are as ludicrous as each other. It goes against my most deeply-held principles and instincts to believe something that you can't prove with scientific, empirical evidence. That such a belief should be considered laudable is anathema to me. Monstrous. She's now using a balloon to demonstrate spiritual strength. Because, of course, dumbing things down is the best way to indoctrinate your kids. You know, if you really believe that all people are descended from two original people, and that evolution is false...how precisely do you account for ethnic diversity? Why are there people of colour (or, conversely, white people) if there is only one ethnic ancestry? It's nonsensical. If there can be no new genetic material added to the genepool - which is the general (idiotic) argument by (ignorant) creation/intelligent design theorists - then how can you start from one hex code and end up with a whole index? That doesn't make sense. Ugh, the kid's using sports metaphors now. Two of my most loathed things - sports and godbothering. For fuck's sake, he has a mullet! And he's ten! And now they're breaking mugs with 'GOVERNMENT' written on them. With hammers. I'm not entirely sure what this is supposed to achieve but they're all getting very caught up in it. I wonder who's going to have to clear up all those pottery shards afterwards? These poor children. They look like they're having aneurysms! They're in tears, in hysterics, because all these adults are running around, shouting, pumping them FULL of sugar (they're drinking Pepsi) and adrenalin and winding them up into a state of such hysteria that they don't know what to do with themselves. She is now reaching up and shouting "THIS MEANS WAR! Are you a part of it or not?" She is calling small children - there are kids here who I would peg as about three or four - to go to WAR. For their imaginary friend! That's like telling Calvin to go to war on behalf of Hobbes. Ludicrous - or it would be. It would be risible if it weren't deadly, deadly serious and deeply disturbing. If it weren't children. Oh, apparently we non-Christians make this kid's "spirit feel yucky". Well, thanks a lot. Nice to know you're so discomfited around, y'know, the vast majority of the rest of the world. Really healthy. NO, child, America is not "supposed to be God's nation". America is supposed to be a nation free from any single overriding religious rule. America is supposed to be anything BUT a theocracy. And I don't quite see why they're all so crazy about America. What's wrong with the rest of us? There are other countries in the world, y'know. Pretty cool ones. They're...touching a cardboard cut out of George W Bush in an attempt to...er, I'm not sure. But they're shouting "One Nation Under God" which, as we've already discussed, is ABSOLUTELY ONE HUNDRED PERCENT WRONG IN EVERY CONCEIVABLE WAY. "A piece of protoplasm - whatever that is!" OH LOOK I'M IGNORANT I'M SO COOL! This is what they're doing. They're parading their ignorance around like it's a good thing. They're saying "I don't understand these complex principles of Physics or evolutionary Biology or whatever, so they can't be true! I can't conceive a way in which life could evolve through the elegant and beautiful method of Natural Selection, so of course it can't be right!" And now they're in another mass hysteria, convincing themselves that balls of stem calls are in fact people. Because we all know that a zygote - a little ball of cells - or an embryo - by the way, pig, primate and human foetuses are indistinguishable until something like the twelfth week - should have the same rights as actual human beings. A woman was canonised by - who else? - the Catholics because she refused to have a uteral tumour removed on account of being pregnant. She died. She could have lived had she removed a parasite - THAT is what an embryo is, medically, a parasite - removed from a vital organ, and thus gotten rid of a cancerous tumour. She died for no good reason and she was lauded for it. She is held up as an example. This is monstrous. This is wrong. George Carlin got it right, folks (well, doesn't he always?) - Pro Life is Anti Woman. If you think women should support a non-sentient parasite above their own lives then you are saying that women should function essentially as brood mares for the state. You are saying that another soldier for your god is more important than the livelihood - than the life! - of the woman who happens to serve as its incubator. It's monstrous. It's inhuman. But then a lot of these things are. This kind of institutionalised superstition is not only unnatural, it's unhealthy. Humans came out of the darkness, blinking in the light of cognizance, and in our ignorance we made up some myths to explain the frightening things that we didn't understand. But now we do understand that, and it's been a long time since we achieved higher brain functions, and we do not need these things any more! The stagnation of belief systems is very dangerous. The myths of prehistoric man have no place in the metropolis; in fact, they can only harm it. I pity these children. These poor, poor boys and girls (and anything in between, although of course that'll be repressed 'cause Jeebus Ain't Down with Gender Expression) are being stuffed full of this absolute bullshit. Oh, I love this guy. He's a radio presenter who has just mentioned that there's a big difference between 'Indoctrination' and 'Learning'. He's also waving the "Separation of Church and State" flag. Good man! This woman is not even euphemising what she's saying; she's openly and happily admitting that she is essentially raising jihadist children, in the name of Jehovah and Jeshua of Nazareth (Yes, Jesus is the Romanisation of his name, Jeshua would have been the original name - in the unlikely event that there was actually a historical Christ figure in the first place). She's teaching - read: indoctrinating - children to lay down their lives for her beliefs, which she is forcing into their heads. Poor children! You know what? This is something a lot of people who aren't in this situation don't understand, or realise, or want to accept. Being an atheist is hard. It's not an easy life. It's not sitting back and laughing as godbotherers throw the world in the shitter. It's a constant fight, a constant battle against what I might as well call temptation. It is so, so easy to slip into superstition. It's the easiest thing in the world to pray, or to wish, or to do any little superstitious thing that makes you a hypocrite. Living a lie is easy. Abdicating one's moral responsibility to a 'higher being' - or an old book - and avoiding thinking for oneself is very easy. Living every day with doubt, with questions, with nothing but yourself for moral guidance...that's hard. Knowing that if you want to change something you have to get off your knees and start doing things rather than asking your imaginary friend. It's not FUN. I don't do it for kicks, you know? Not for shits and giggles. Science and logic and reasoning have led me to the conclusions I have drawn and I stand by them because they're demonstrably right. Every day I have to look at the world and know that there is no purpose to life - mine or otherwise - that Jesus doesn't love me, that I'm not 'special' or 'blessed' or anything else, that there is no-one I can ask to use their Godmode to get me out of a situation. My bad decisions aren't because of Satan - they're my fault. I won't be forgiven for them. I have to take full culpability for everything. That's not an easy way to live. Sometimes I wish there was someone to pray to, someone who was guaranteed to care about me. But there isn't, and I have to live with that knowledge. Anyway. I didn't want to turn this into a self-pity session, sorry. I just wonder if some theists realise how easy they have it, y'know? They're walking the easy path. And back to the case in point, for a final booster shot of depression: These children. These children are my daughters and sons, my sisters and brothers. They're HUMAN and no child deserves to be treated like that. To be programmed like that. These children aren't even individuals; they're just more soldiers for the cause. They're FUNCTIONS, not people. It's a horrifying thought...and it's all on behalf of a lie. Cheerful, huh? |
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So. Torture bad. And - echoing the sentiment of the blogger from whom I heard about this - it is, in fact, very worrying that when one thinks 'torture' these days one thinks less of, I don't know, scary people in other countries - although the film Romero, comes to mind, if only because we watched it in RE a couple of years back - than the US, the UK, waterboarding, Abu Ghraib, Guantanamo Bay, and so on. The way I differ from her is that I never, ever thought we were "the good guys". Quite the opposite. My assumption is that, at all times, my country is operating at least a dozen torture operations around the globe, and the US is operating five times as many and having even more fun doing it. I don't trust my country, I don't trust its military - in fact, I'm incredibly morally opposed to the whole concept of the military in the first place - and I certainly don't trust its government. My lack of trust for the US has, I think, gotten to the point where I'd quite like to nuke the place and have done with it. What bugs me is two things. One. I am, yes, a very pessimistic, possibly paranoid, mistrustful person. I know this. However, even I do not automatically jump to the conclusion that OH MY GOD THEY'RE ALL AGAINST US THE GOVERNMENT IS EVIL AND MACHINES ARE CONTROLLING OUR BRAINS and so on and so forth. I find it sad that I - and, in fact, that more innocent and trusting people I know - do not even think to question that, yes, the government is probably putting innocent and guilty people alike through unbelievable pain for little to no justifiable reason somewhere we don't know about. This is just one of those basic facts of life, and it's because of the exposures of Guantanamo, and Abu Ghraib, and places like that that have totally destroyed any faith we might have in the decisions or morals of our "leaders". Two. Why the FUCK is no-one DOING anything about this? Seriously! No-one is really taking the governments up on this. Blogging solves NOTHING (she says, perfectly aware of the irony thankyouverymuch). These places need to be shut down. Nothing can justify what happens to these people - these people whose guilt we have no proof of. Do not ever forget that people are not tortured after a guilty verdict has been reached. These people are not given trials. They are arrested - possibly being subjected to extraordinarily rendition - and tortured for information that, if innocent, they have no knowledge of. Can you imagine - can you even begin to imagine - what it must be like to be plucked from your home, your workplace, anywhere, and taken to a tiny, stinking room, hurt beyond your worst nightmares and having information demanded of you of events, people, places you've never encountered? I certainly can't. But it happens, and whatever the "official statistics" might say it happens terrifyingly frequently. Why are we not up in arms about this? Do we feel no empathy for these people, because they're of different races, nationalities, religions? Are we so brainwashed - have our governments succeeded to the point that we accept any cost in the "War Against Terror"? What's next? Napalm? Nukes? I don't know. Neither do you. But we should all be really fucking worried. |
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| Dec. 16th, 2007 | 10:31 pm | ||||||
Saying "I don't want to see it!" is not a fucking statement of tolerance! Jesus fuck. I see this all over the place and it pisses me off so much! Fine, I get that some people don't feel comfortable with it (for whatever - totally unfounded - reason), but guess what? I don't feel comfortable with seeing heterosexual couples on every sodding street, but do I start an anti-het club? Saying you don't like seeing yaoi and yuri - not even LOOKING at it, just being aware that people draw/write the fucking stuff - is saying you don't like being confronted with the fact queerfolk exist. No, seriously. You're not tolerant, you're not accepting, you're fucking assholes. PURELY THEORETICAL ACCEPTANCE IS NOT REAL ACCEPTANCE. *headdesk* |
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| Aug. 23rd, 2007 | 08:51 pm | ||||||
- Femaile, from San Diego, on the MSNBC forums OMG I'm gonna go drink the ocean now. =DDDDD |
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| Jul. 3rd, 2007 | 11:30 am | ||||||
I'm not saying I hate all heterosexuals. Of couerse I'm not. That's almost - ALMOST - as bad as being a homophobic jerkwad (for an example of this kind of person, throw a stone in any street. You'll hit one.), and anyway I'd be lambasted in no short order. I have nothing against heterosexuals because, like us, they can't help it and there's nothing wrong with shagging whomever you so choose. No, what I hate is the plague - an ever-increasing one, perversely - of people who validate their existance by spawning. I'm not trying to invalidate reproduction as a basic, necessary trait of the human species. That would be stupid, because all species have to breed, for the obvious reason. Of course I thoroughly endorse, and indeed subscribe to, the view that humans are animals - no better, often worse. The only difference is that we have pretensions. That said. Changed circumstances - like the discovery of viable cures for many of the big diseases, increased global communications and transport technology, and the worrying rise in the number of media-glorified bleedinghearts out there - mean that the human population has erupted, like a festering sore, sextupling in the past two hundred years. The rate of population increase is shooting up like crazy - over the past millennium, the world population growth rate has increased by twenty three times, which is pretty worrying given that homo sapiens has only been on the planet for around a million. All those extra people need resources - food, water, physical space, fossil fuels for their fires, wood for their tables, oil derivatives, cotton and flax for their clothes, etcetera, etcetera, ad nauseam. Thus a fixed and - importantly - exhaustible and non-replaceable amount of resources is stretched thinner and thinner over a larger and larger population. People react to the dire straits they find themselves in by - and now we see the problem - having more children so that some of them may survive. Hello, vicious cycle. Of course, none of this is helped by the fact that 5% of the world's population holds 95% of its wealth, both in assets and in natural resources. Unfortunately, until greedy middlemen - like the ones who organised Live 8, and the Tsunami Appeal - stop sucking a hefty profit out of the funds people give to 3rd world countries, we're not going to get anywhere with the Bleedinghearts United Charity Appeal. But, I digress. No, what we really need is to bring down the world population. There are a number of ways we can do this - carpet bombing, nukes, something in the water - but my problem with that is it will, of course, end up harming non-human animals. That is unacceptable - it's the Earth I'm interested in saving, not humanity. Animals are a part of that. No other animal - save viruses (and here comes the Matrix speech...) does what humans have done. All other creatures, sentient or not, find an equilibrium with their environment; a harmonious, symbiotic balance. But we don't. And the difference between us and viruses is that we are smart enough to destroy with malice. We've evolved to the point where we're now a liability to the planet and everything on it. And, of course, the more of us there are, the greater the threat. So I propose a solution. It would require the development of some new technology and complete health service and government co-operation, but I feel that it may by viable in the long run. This would be vitally important in the 3rd world, and, perhaps most critically - in less educated 1st world areas. I propose mandatory temporary sterilisation of all humans at birth. I'm not being sexist about this - many people may wax sexist about how the basic purpose of the human female is to breed, but they forget that that is also the basic purpose of the human male - so both genders would be treated completely equally, unless some technological setback prevented this. The system would be thus: at birth, all infants would be injected, or otherwise treated with a procedure - chemical or surgical, but preferably chemical - that would induce indefinite, but reversible, sterilisation. A cessation of reproductive function, that - importantly - would not wear off with time, at least until nature has taken its course and the human has become sterile anyway. The other part is, of course, re-fertilisation. This would be a reversible procedure - there would be an 'antidote' drug or similar, administrable at any time during the natural reproductive lifespan. It would also be short-lived - re-instating fertility for a certain, brief window of time, perhaps a fortnight. It would be administered to females only because I'm not stupid enough to think that any man, with only a fortnight-long window of opportunity, would pass up the chance to spread his genes in as many places as possible as fast as possible. The reversing chemical - if chemical it was - would have to be strictly and securely controlled, to prevent an overly active black market. (I'm not naïve enough to think there would be no black market at all. It would just have to be kept to a minimum with whatever means possible.) Prospective parents would have to pass a written examination, plus an examination of their home and possibly a psychiatric interview as well before they could be approved by a board of experts - child welfare, medical, psychoanalytic, and so on - to have a child. Although somewhat dramatic - and I just know that a certain book is popping into your head right now - I feel that this is certainly a possible solution to the troublesome and dangerous increase in population. The birth rate would plummet, and children would be nigh-guaranteed to be born into stable, loving, capable homes. There are certain genes, as we all know, that contribute to intelligence and so on - of course, people posessing these genes and thus these characteristics would be more likely to pass the tests, and thus would be more likely to propegate, leading to a rise in the average intelligence of the human species as a whole. Of course, humans are never any good at accepting their own failings - that is why other people need to do it for them. This kind of proposition, in this day and age, would be declared monstrous and amoral. Maybe it is. Still, twenty, thirty years down the line, when we're facing greatly reduced land masses because of rising sea levels and even more people crammed into less fertile, less habitable, less present land, when the last thing we hear from under the North Sea is the "gurgle gurgle gurgle" of the last drops of oil being sucked out of the planet...give me a call. Never know, I might even still be alive. |
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| Jun. 22nd, 2007 | 10:37 pm | ||||||
If I hear one more person say that I can't love two - or more! - girls EQUALLY, without preference, I will at least maim someone, with some form of blunt instrument. For fuck's SAKE. |
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| Jun. 4th, 2007 | 10:44 am | ||||||
I see. Of course, this woman's viewpoint is that WE CAN'T LET OUR CHILDREN BE RECRUITED BY THE GAY AGENDA HONOEZ. DDDX Because rational thinking is quite obviously not a hallmark of TV watchdogs. On that note, Poland is also considering laws to make it possible to fire any teacher who 'promotes the gay lifestyle'. God. I'm so glad I'm not Polish. |
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| Apr. 19th, 2007 | 08:18 pm | ||||||
First two days back at the Brain Bleach factory = NOT FUN. I mean, school never is anyway, but I just....blehh. I'm tired and there's all this work and coursework is evil and I don't know. Things are weird and I don't like it. On the plus side - I got my Pikachu tamagochi back! It was, in fact, on the back of Fi's dress, and she brought it back today, with lots of steps on it. YAY. Which means I can finally link it up to Pokémon Gold on the GBC, which will be AWESOME. Also, also! THE POWER COSMIC CAME! I am so unbelievably happy, you have no idea. This is bloody brilliant. It's a FANTASTIC CD, even by Bal-Sagoth's standards. It was so sweet - the guy who sold it to me on Amazon put a little handwritten note on the delivery slip, saying "This is a terrific CD. Hope you like it. Enjoy!" And that it just the sweetest thing ever, not to mention OMG ANOTHER BAL-SAGOTH FAN EXISTS IN THE WORLD. Haaaah. Umm, what else? Fi lent me House Season 2. YAY. Mum's in Paris singing, so I'm cooking until Sunday, for the both of us. And considering what a bloody picky eater he is, this is going to be hard. HO WELL. It's not like I actually care about, y'know, catering to his every whim, but his whining gets very annoying. Ummmm, what else. I've been shouting TENTACLE RAAAAPE! at Hannah K a lot, ever since our 4-hour-plus phone conversation on Monday night (I swear, I almost never use the phone! But on the incredibly rare occasions I do, the talks go on for HOURS). It makes her squeal and slap me, which is quite amusing. =D OGOD I'm really...not worried, exactly, but starting to panic about my Spanish Oral. I'm so fucking bad at Spanish! And it's a week today and I'm...yeah. I'm probably fucked because I can never remember any vocab and I always screw up the verb conjugations and everything, and I can just GUARANTEE the general questions and roleplay will be on the sections I'm worst at. OF COURSE. On that note, I had a maths test today. Everyone else has known about it since before the holiday, but because I wasn't here I didn't, and Ana didn't tell me 'cause the text she sent didn't send and she couldn't be arsed to email me. So, I've failed that one. Didn't do about a quarter of the questions and spent the last twenty minutes (of an hour) drawing a rather cool African-looking girl with lots of piercings and dreadlocks. Her face is half off the paper, because I did that thing I do of starting with an eye on the side of the page and then sort of constructing a face in the small amount of space I have left. Oops. I might lightbox her at some point, I dunno. Everything always looks worse when I scan it in, though. Bleh. Breed 77 gig on Mondaaaaay. This is going to be freaking AWESOME. I'm going with Lach and Fi and....yeahhh. Lach is gonna be coming back from D of E on that weekend so she'll be exhausted. Not to mention that the only gigs she's ever been to in the past are Muse and Placebo, which by all accounts were the most gentle gigs EVER. She's never seen a moshpit in her LIFE. She's gonna DIE. Oh well? XD OMG I CAN'T WAIT. Ahem. I'm reading feminist blogs about the super-sexist portrayal of women in comics, and I quite like it. As someone who mostly reads (shonen) manga or Sandman-type comics I don't really come into consact with the Spandex-suited Superwomen much, but it does piss me off that a woman can't seem to have superpowers without being a DD-cup, size 4 and wearing skin-tight suits with dangerously low necklines. And pouting at the camera a lot. Hmm. I mean, it's not that I'm complaining about the eye candy, exactly. I mean, I am totally the last person to complain about being shown cleavage in comics. TOTALLY. But of course I am complaining about it because as much as I enjoy it I'd actually rather see less-attractive (le gasp!), but still totally awesome women in comics. Like Hazel and Foxglove! Or Barbie, or Thessaly (who is still bloody sexy if I say so, MMKAY?), or - yes, you saw this coming - Death. Actually, I still have a huge soft-spot for Despair, who I think is wonderful. And I look like her, too! Same basic size, anyway. I'm not, uh, naked all the time, though. I need to re-read Sandman. Of course, reading Volume One is a little difficult since Lorn KILLED IT. She KILLED IT DEAD. WITH WATER. And now it's all crinkly and blah. DDX I've added some more fics to the reclist, by the way. A lot of them are BRILLIANT and there's a few excellent crossovers, so, yes. READ. I'm really running out of a) coherence and b) things to say. Ho hum. See you in Disneyland. <3 |
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| Apr. 2nd, 2007 | 06:29 pm | ||||||
(I know I do it a lot, but still. THIS TIME I HAVE A LEGITIMATE REASON.) Right, so. We all know I drink ridiculous amounts of Diet Coke, because I LOVE ROTTING MY INTESTINES. But, anyway, they've got some promotion or other going at the moment, another one to do with redeemable codes and whatnot. It requires a registration on their website to get a 'points account' or something like that. And you put in your name, gender, email, all the usual stuff. And in the email they sent me as a registration, they say 'have a free screensaver!'. Well, I'm never one to turn down free shit, so I click the link, and I get one featuring...The Diet Coke Hunk. Some ugly metro boy looking stupid. The text says something like "I'm not at my computer right now - spending time with..." And there's an alternative - teh Diet Coke Babe, who is blonde and female and really quite cute. And there's no way for females to get that wallpaper. No way whatsoever. Fucking hell. I know it's a small thing and of course they're appealing to the 90%-odd of females who are interested in the Hunk and only the Hunk, but for fuck's SAKE. This is exactly the kind of thing that really pisses me off. I love being told I don't exist. *eyeroll* FAGS AND DYKES FOREVER. xxx |
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| Apr. 1st, 2007 | 02:54 pm | ||||||
A couple of years ago - I think, my estimations are often a little (or a lot) off - I read a news story about two Indian lesbians, called Meena and Bundkunwar. They'd been in a relationship for something like three years but their families were trying to pressure them to marry men, so they ran away together, and wrote a letter to police asking for help so they could marry and escape this persecution. Their request was denied. So they holed up together in a house, having to deal with obscene levels of abuse from their families and communities, and appealed for someone to help them out. Now, at the time, pretty much every major non-right-wing news source ran this story, on varying levels of importance. It was, at least, important enough to make the BBC National News. And since then, I've heard nothing. Nada. Diddly-squat. I Googled, Wikipedia'd, BBC'd and CNN'd the story yesterday and found...yeah. Nothing. I have no idea what happened to these girls and it PISSES ME OFF; that all these news networks could pick up the story and then drop it as soon as it stopped being interesting, as soon as it stopped being 'breaking news'. As soon as it stopped getting ratings, in other words. It's sick and horrible and I hate it, and I really, REALLY want to find out what happened to these girls. I know it's just one case in thousands, maybe tens of thousands, but this seriously does matter to me, for some reason. So. Does anyone have ANY idea what became of Meena and Bundkunwar? Are they okay? Did they make it through all this, together? Anyone? |
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| Feb. 14th, 2007 | 10:11 pm | ||||||
Look, I'm not a bitter pathetic single angsting at the world. I'm NOT. I'm bitter and pathetic but I'm not single and yes I may angst but christ at least I don't have a stupid fringe or wear polka-dots. It's just... It's not even a real holiday. I mean, seriously - sure, St Valentine did exist and he's on the Catholic calendar (and why they get a say in things I don't know. Idiots.) but there's no basis for a holiday on this date, no actual reason to make such a HUGE FUCKING DEAL out of it. At least most other holidays have solstices or whatever as a historical basis. Anyway, if you need proof that your significant other loves you, do you really trust them, hmm? Honestly, the whole thing's just a big excuse for the card companies to make ridiculous amounts of money. And yes, I do know that I'm parroting exactly what every angst-filled teenager the world over (or at least that part of the world that celebrates Valentine's day) is saying/blogging/writing/screaming/sobbin IN OTHER NEWS: Officially a House/Wilson shipper now. I mean, obviously, I've shipped it ever since I saw, like, ONE episode. But I'm joining the dA club and whatnot. So it's official now, see? XD Also...Power Cosmic order got cancelled/refunded. The one I ordered was all scratched up and it was the last one. BUGGER. I want my Bal-Sagoth, dammit. D= Umm. What else? OH YEAH got mocks grades back. Two A*s, two Bs, the rest were As. Not bloody bad, actually, considering. Haha, I'm not stupid. Sort of. YAY. Carri's coming round on Friday. Eee. <3 |
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| Feb. 12th, 2007 | 01:10 pm | ||||||
I'm in ICT and I should be working (I have 11 IE (shudder) windows open, one on what I'm supposed to be doing, one email, one this, and the rest Wikipedia pages on fourth and fifth dimensional theory, plus a few on quantum physics. Oh, and the book Flatland. YAY.) but whatever. This is more interesting. :P I was in RE earlier and I was thinking about my theory of deism and theism and whatnot. I mean, Satanism is an atheistic religion - philosophy, really, I guess - but I have my own theories, not being part of the LaVey Personality Cult. (Something that is wonderfully demonstrated in my POINT BLANK REFUSAL to use Apple shit. Except iPods and iTunes. Because MY GOD HOW DOES ANYONE COPE WITH ONE MOUSE BUTTON?!) And so, to this. I believe that, either, no gods exist at all - a point pretty much proven by the wonderful Richard Dawkins in his book The God Delusion - OR all gods exist. This may seem a little confusing. That's because it is. I believe that if any god exists, all gods exist, but not as 'great beings' or whatever - just as another organism. And this ties in with fourth/fifth dimensional theory in the same way as it does in Flatland - a being that travels in an extra dimension would have, to us, god-like powers. To quote from Wikipedia: A three-dimensional being has seemingly god-like powers from the perspective of this square: such as being able to remove objects from a safe without breaking it open (by moving them across the third dimension), see everything that from the two-dimensional perspective is enclosed behind walls, and remaining completely invisible by standing a few inches away in the third dimension. By applying dimensional analogy, one can infer that a four-dimensional being would be capable of similar feats from our three-dimensional perspective. See? Now, imagine that these fourth-dimensional beings don't feed on food and water and whatever else we consume - their food is belief. The neurological energy expended in belief is their sustenance. Thus, they exist as objects of belief, and anything and everything that is believed in exists. Here are your gods. Of course, this is very unlikely. And it means they'd all be caught in a kind of cosmic competition for the most believers, knowing that there is a finite amount of belief in the universe - for all we know, we could be the only species that has the capacity to believe in anything, but then again we might not be, we don't KNOW - and thus that if they run out of believers, they die. Thus the religious books, the missionaries, the people driven by their gods to convert others. Reading the Bible, and several other "holy books", they are honestly just like the leaflets they hand out at airports. Recruitment fodder. I love theories. <3 And because I promised her I'd let her type something: Fi says: Do you have problem with limescale, rust, ground in dirt?! They're a challenge for most household cleaners, but not for...(Can you guess what's comming next?!) No? Well?? IT'S... -Suspense- ... Moose. |
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| Jan. 18th, 2007 | 10:09 am | ||||||
Sorry, just had to say that. XD ANYWAY. Sitting in the Library between Spanish listening and Textiles paper two. Everyone else is over at one of the tables (supposedly) revising. Hnn. I'm so much cooler...uh. Textiles is my last exam. FUCKIN' FINALLY. But I'm gonna be doing IT coursework all weekend, which...really really sucks. If it weren't for that I'd be playin' Legend o' Zelda. YAY. Iiiiii have a fic in my head. Sort of. It's a Toshfic and....well. It might happen, y'never know, although the gap between my head and a coherent piece of writing is VAST. I nearly fell asleep in my Spanish exam, I'm so bloody tired. DX I gotta go in a few minutes. Grargh. Haha, Terrorizer reader's poll. Snerk. Dani Filth is the sexist male and least sexist artist, huh? And Sarah Jezebel Deva's #9 on the list of least shaggable females, which is STUPID 'cause she's bloody gorgeous. Dragonforce's Herman Li as berst artist. Uhh. He's a damn good guitarist but I still get iffy about Dragonforce. New wave o' power metal really isn't good. Rhapsody of Fire. Ugh. George W Bush topped the list of most evil people. Gaahl was...uhh...third, I think. Satyr and Dani were on there SOMEWHERE if I remember rightly. Varg probably was, too, although I think he's now officially crossed the line from 'evil nutjob' to 'pathetic nutjob' with the aliens thing. Silly boy. Of course, given the nature of the Terrorizer readership, evil is quite often a compliment. I don't think any of us like Bush, though. Haha, OJ Simpson's book is so ridiculous. It's like 'I didn't kill them NO REALLY HONEST but if I had done this is what I'd have done...'. His ghostwriter basically says that he's a murderer. Haha. MURDER FTW well if it's Christians and politicians sure. ON THAT NOTE YAY! Barack Obama's officially trying for President. YAAAAY. I know I sound like a screaming, nutty fangirl but I think he has a greater chance of getting elected than Hillary - America's more ready for a black president than a female one. It's only a matter of time, though. And they're both brilliant people. And Democrats, of course, which just makes them the best people in the world ever (haha). XD ANYWAY I'm going to have to go fail my Textiles exam now. Cha~ |
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| Nov. 9th, 2006 | 06:05 am | ||||||
WE WON! FUCKIN' A! *does the Democrat-induced dance of awesomeness* EAT THAT, BUSH. (And Rumsfeld. Haaaaahahahaha. YOU FAIL.) <33333 |
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At a hearing to determine the future of heroin on April 3rd 1924, a congressional committree heard evidence from many expert witneses. The US Surgeon General of the time, Rupert Blue, declared heroin 'poisonous' and said it caused insanity. Dana Hubbard of the New York City health department concluded: "Heroin addicts spring from sin and crime...society in general must protect itself rom the influence of evil, and there is no greater peril than heroin" Unsurprisingly the US banned heorin on the spot. Shortly afterwatds they embarked on a worldwide campain to eradicate this evil. Thus began the 'war on drugs'. THE TRUTH "Virtually every 'fact' testified to under oath by the medical and criminilogical experts in 1924....was unsupported under evidence," states professor Arnold Trebacg specialist in illegal drugs, "We cannot find any medical research from any source that will support the international governmental contention that heroin harms the body or mind of its users" concluded a recent guardian/channel 4 investigation into heroin. "Nor can we find any trace of our government or the American government or any other ever presenting or referring to any credible version of any such research. On the contrary, all of the available research agrees that, so far as harm is concerned, heroin is likely to cause some nausea and possibly severe constipation and that is all." Heroin generally does not cause malnutrition, moral collapse, or sickness. Death by OD is possible but not that common thanks to the wide safety margin between a therapeutic and lethal dose. One thing causes heroin related illnesses, crime and death: The black market Heroin only becomes dangerous when it is made illegal. "There is no drug known to man which becomes safer when its productuion and distribution are handed over to criminals" says professor Norman Zinberg who led a study into drug addiction at Harvard medical school. Criminals dilute the purity of heroin, cutting it with baby milk powder, starch or curry powder. Adulterants injected into the veins of users cause sores, septicaemia, blood clots, and gangrene. Dirty needles add collapsed arteries, hepatitis C, and HIV to the mix. Overdose is a real threat to street users who deal with fluctuating heroin quality, varying wildly between 20% and 90% pure. Black market prices force addicts to steal or go without food to pay for their habit. "For those who are addicted, prohibiton inflicts danger and death. Needlessly. Water would become dsangerous if it were banned and handed over to a criminal black market." Governments manufacture myths to support their actions. The first casuality of wars is the truth. The 'war on drugs', by prohibiting, penalising and withholding information about drugs is creating the very problems it is attempting to stamp out. |
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| Jan. 20th, 2006 | 09:08 pm | ||||||
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