Donkeyshott & Xuitlacoche

Cameron's reforms will roll back the gains of 1945 Under the cover of social entrepreneurship and community the Tories and Cameron plan to privatise all aspects of state service provision and send us back to pre-war Britain . The devil quotes scripture and Cameron is sweetening his plans to sell off the whole state apparatus of Britain, with the possible exception of the army and the police, under the cover of rhetoric about the importance of community. Like Thatcher in the 80s he hides behind words. But he can tell Sid and the Neighbourhood Watch to get lost, as far as I'm concerned. Do you remember Thatcher's bribes to the populace? That they could buy shares in British Gas and British Telecom and buy their own homes and buy shares in the public utilities. Where have those shares ended up? In the pockets of the wealthy. In the pocket of Cameron's mob: the establishment with its sinecure on power through the self selection procedure of money, elite public sc

David Cameron the Tory estate agent Trust me I am a posh estate agent, yah. The badly hidden agenda of the Tories is to sell off state sector institutions to the highest bidders, to slash the public sector's share of Britain's GDP and privatise everything that moves. Today the headlines read that the Tories will put tax reduction at the centre of their policy making and start cutting public spending immediately. Of course this is quite natural for a party that represents the well-off. The well-off have private health insurance, the well off send their children to public schools, the well-off don't need state pensions and unemployment benefits, instead they have share portfolios which often include lucrative investments in the banking and financial sector, in the armaments industry and in US controlled companies like BP. The rich feed off the profits accruing from financial speculation. How many sharks out there benefited from the privatisation of BT, the Railroads, the wa

Jawid Sharif - Amelaket Ba Gardan

Years later, Chernobyl, photo by Evilviking When I was 19, I tried to convince Leon Kreel that Chernobyl was like a "red berry" eaten by one of Eugene Marais ' more limber-minded chimpanzees, and I suggested to him that a planned economy with a head on its shoulders, unlike the soul-swallowing Yog Sothoth that is pre-sentient capitalism, should be capable of learning not to repeat the same poisonous mistake of building up a reliance on nuclear power. He called me Kugel and then challenged me. "If you have Jewish in you, as you say you do, then tell me what a Kugel is?" I said: "A cake." "Not bad, not bad." he said, smiling. But I think his offbeat response had less to do with my politics and views on nuclear power and much more to do with the way I continued to lust after his younger daughter, who was 17. So Andy went to Chernobyl for a haunting. He went to a place that felt like Tarkovsky's "Zone" in the film "Stalke

For N.P. First dream Pyramidal, funereal and Earthen Born like shadow and aimed in vain Like the raised point of an obelisk Set towards the sky. Climbing and striving in vain for the stars Which, though beautiful , Sparkle and are exempt, Far from the vapour of war, From it's fugitive shade They mock at a distance. The frowning bronze of their rays Failing to touch the convex surface of this globe. Property of the of the Goddess, Who is thrice beautiful, And Boasts three beautiful faces And who owns the air that she blots and soaks With the denseness of her breath. So that in this quiet and contentment In this imperial silence, Even the voices of the night birds, So dark and grave That even the silence won't interrupt them, Consent. Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz [ my translation ]

Biblical scenes from the Ethiopian famine of 1974 Do we see famine as it is? An eyewitness in northeast Ethiopia 1973/4 By Tony Hall For someone who wandered about, as Oxfam's Communications Officer , among rural calamities in two continents, for a few years, and had a good hard look at one major famine, the question is interestingly framed, and stirs me to a kind of mosaic of answers, from my own observations and experiences. This commemoration means a great deal to me, more as a 20th than a 10th anniversary, as one of the earliest visiting witnesses and international bell-ringers on the 1973 famine in its full scope. The occasion should honour government officials, and aid workers , who struggled and sacrificed to sound the alarm and tackle the crisis, months before any outsiders: they were the 1,500 peasants from Wollo who staggered into Addis to explain how bad things were, back in February 1973 leading to government roadblocks after their expulsion, t

John / Chix is third from the front