hehe damn you light and agile people. ah well, hopefully we'll never end up in some kind of bizarre wall climbing/caving competition together. although, i'd kind of like it to happen just to see how we end up in that position, if that makes sense. sounds like the kind of thing we'd find ourselves involved in when surfacing from an alcohol induced coma. 'shit! we're suspended from a wall! and they want us to move upwards!what? aaah cannibals! that was some potent moonshine..' happens all the time in somerset. yes, and if it wasn't counter-productive to the cause then as long as necessary. it's not like you can just change your beliefs when threatened with punishment is it? although i've never been in that kind of situation, so maybe you can, i don't know. i uh..don't really believe in prisons as an effective device against crime. i don't know what i'd do if that was anything to do with why i was being put away.. interesting. must think that through some day.
I'd second that one, I wonder to what level you can claim civil disobedience though. "Your honour, I was merely protesting the ridiculous ban on 'murder'"
the criminalisation of genocide is one of the single biggest banes of my life. i think i might write an e-petition. what do you think?
i'm not sure they'd listen to this one, somehow. however hypocritical it is of them! ah well, i'll manage...
It may have been asked by now, but wheres your sig pic from? And why does that man have a piano on his head?
my sig pic is from beautiful days last year, last night watching the levellers. and, although thinking about it this isn't really an explanation for the keyboard at all, the theme of days that year was hats. so technically, he should've been wearing a hat, not a keyboard.. we loved that man. and his keyboard head.
What would be your ultimate: Hairstyle, Paradise and piece of technology Ooh and what would you do if you won the lottery (assuming you've already given most of it to charity or whatnot.)
ultimate hairstyle = mohawk, without question. ultimate paradise = a never ending festival, with never ending supply of mdma and shrooms and no comedowns, and lots and lots of gypsy and folk music, drum and bass at nights, all of my friends, and lots of attractive cool people. ultimate piece of technology = that's difficult. i'll get back to you on that one. if i won the lottery it wouldn't go to charity, don't be silly. i kind of don't really believe in charity. i'd probably donate some to the socialist party or something. they're always strapped for cash. then i'd... probably travel the world, or fund other people to travel the world. i think it's important for people to break out of their little boxes. meet others of their species. it's good for you.
I'd pretty much agree with you there, cept I'd go for a mohawk with dreads either side. Oh and I'd use the money to fund some kind of castle in the sky (floating using electromagnets) which I'd then use to DESTROY THE MOON!
Woo! heeheehee, little does she know I will spend it on a floating castle which I will use to DESTROY THE MOON! oh fuck I told her already
i think the real question here is..why are you up so early? are you feeling okay? i support it for helping people who are suffering, but it doesn't change anything does it? that's the problem, it fools people into thinking that if they give a (generally relatively small) sum of money to a group - on which, might i add, there are few checks to see how effectively they're using their money - that their consciouses are clear and they've done the best they can to help people worse off than themselves. it's silly. if anything it makes stuff worse! it detracts from people trying to fix the cause of the issue. so yeah. that's why. i'm trying to think of a good example.. meh i'll post one later, got work to do.
I often stay up working through the night. It's when I write the best. Have been working on chapter 3 and blogging for Socialist Unity. But that's not the real question. The real question is why don't you believe in charity. The real answer is this: I see charity as a painkiller to a cancer patient. It will never directly address the cause of, say, poverty. It will never cure the cancer. It can only alleviate some of the most extreme effects. A favourite quote of mine is by Dom Helder Camara, I expect you'll have come across it: "When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist." Naturally we socialists recognise the causes of poverty lie in capitalist relations of production. Why the poor have no food owes chiefly to to the corruption of third world governments and exploitation by first world countries and multinational corporations. Reaching a lasting solution to such problems, then, can only be through surgical removal of the tumour, through altering or replacing the underlying structures of the global capitalist economy. But even the most ardent socialist such as myself can see this is a distant dream. And in the meantime, while our cancer patient sits on a very long NHS waiting list, what should be done? Do they continue to suffer and their pain be used to motivate us sooner towards revolution. Or do we rely on the painkiller of charity in the meantime?