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Torture

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Ah, the world of business. With spiraling R and D costs and the huge risks involved in market investment the car industry is learning to outsource. Awarding contracts to specialists is, of course, not a new idea. The Saxons' arrived in Britain as part of an outsourcing idea in the chambers of King Vortigern... or possibly Rome.

The superpowers of the Twentieth century outsourced the war of ideals to the developing world in South America and Asia whilst feeding the fires with guns and ordnance, propaganda and promises.

It was to no great surprise that this weeks news held tidings that MI5/6 etc had outsourced torture to the Pakistani security services.

So;

On the one hand we condemn torture in Iran/Rwanda/Zimbabwe/China etc, etc and on the other we (by proxy) torture our own citizens for doing things that they have been inspired to do by the heavy handed foreign policies that include torture.

All things are cyclical.

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MyFace

Facebook.

Part of the egalitarian dream, part of all the puff I've been making out of the Internet recently.

Today though...

Today I found one of my friends had joined a "Cheltenham needs an Asda" group.

Hang on, what?

1,000,000 people against the BNP. Jolly good.

Joe Bloggs missing somewhere - can you help? Great. But "Cheltenham needs an Asda". What kind of corporate balls is this? Fortunately Facebook supplies a "report group" button for offensive data being published on there site. Unfortunately the drop down menu supplied (racist, pornographic, etc..) didn't include 'this offends my existence'.

The solitary comment on the message board read; "I love Asda".

F*ck.

Undesirable Al-Qaeda

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"Al-Qaeda's North African branch has claimed responsibility for the killing of an American aid worker"

Brilliant, that's gonna get everyone on side.

"Look, look, we've killed another innocent trying to help our children! Aren't we just marvelous!"

Haven't they learnt the PR lesson yet? Surely they are aware that news has been knocked of its attempted truth throne by the easy route PR movement?

Surely they witnessed the skillful PR war during Russia's little adventure into Georgia?

No matter.

It's all being blown wide open by the Internet. No longer can you shut the doors to a country. No longer can you quietly tidy up the population every time it makes a fuss about freedom, choice, torture or any other such tiresome issue.

Now you're on the spot

Now people can film the police shooting, beating and breaking the rules before it's sent across the world to the everyday. Revolution can happen. Propaganda can only go so far...

That is until someone works out how to manage the whole thing effectively, block out the undesirables, stop some sort of truth getting through...

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Mrs George

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Watching , consuming the events of this planet through the lens of the popular media is like picking a scab. Everyday you scar a bit more. Everyday you destroy sensitivity, become a bit more more hardened, a little less hurt by the damage you do to your perception.

There are many things that upset me on this world. Many things that spur me into a caffeine fueled rage on paper. Not much makes me cry though. Not much reaches out and touches me in that certain way.

The outpouring of grief, anger, frustration and pain that greeted the police vans containing the accused last week surprised me. It wasn't the reaction of the people. It wasn't to anyone's surprise that the woman who raped, abused the children in her care, who broadcast these acts to the everyday would produce such a reaction. It was the strength of the reaction. It reached out of my televisions cathode ray tube and twisted my gut, squeezed my soul. It felt like a pressure on my being.

Of course, to secure a successful conviction the parents of the 'featured' children will have to identify them in the pictures, the videos...

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Spitfear

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Nick Griffin is an intelligent man. He holds a degree in law from one of the most highly regarded centres for learning and enlightenment on this planet. 

He is almost certainly aware of the bigger picture, of the long history of immigration, cultural blending, the construction, the building of images that makes up what we identify as being British. He is almost certainly aware also that the Supermarine Shrew (or Spitfire as it came to be known) his PR department use to colour his "Battle For Britain" campaign was used in anger to beat back a force that held very similar views that his political party chooses to propagate.

He is almost certainly aware as well that we are all descended from one race, one creed. We are all speaking with only slightly different voices, holding slightly different views of roughly the same colour. He knows all we want is the safety of ours, the security of the future. He knows this transcends colour, creed, sexual or political orientation. It could be argued also that he is/was intelligent enough to have foreseen the scramble to the political centre, the loss of certainty, the pleasing of today's headlines instead of tomorrows, next weeks, next months, next years, next decades concerns.

It could be argued he foresaw the vacuum this would leave. The disillusioned, the people who can't see the Yahweh or El for the Allah or Muhammad. Those people that feel hemmed in by the influx of immigration that results from the sun setting on the largest Empire Homo erectus has so far grown. He must have known.

He must have seen his niche, seen his moment.

But is that really it? Is it just the pursuit of power? What process made the man? 

Was it a heavy handed father? A callous Mother?

A bullying black or homosexual class mate?

All of this is nothing

All of this is just dust and shadows. Speculation and perhaps slander. What is real is Fear. 

Fear spreads like a disease. 

Make no mistake, the BNP are racist, they are hateful, they are Darkness and Fear... 

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Expenses

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In a not too brave and reasonably well judged publicity stunt the Public School Boy has ordered his Party to pay back any unjustified expenses. The icing on that particular cake was a well managed photo opp that saw him making all of this clear under the watchful eye of The Bulldog. All of this just a week after The Numbers Man faced changing government policy because of a (as a Canadian I spoke to last week joked) "celebrity"  and was then photographed in front of a Swastika. 

Bugger.

This is the stuff of election change.

It is going to happen.

But listen.

Do you hear that?

That is the sound of the public sector nervously shuffling its feet. Mark my words, a scythe shall but taken to the green fields of public spending. Health care will be put into the hands of business men and women. The men and women who choose profit , personal gain and stuff over their fellow human being...

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