This is my view, I did not want a title, because it was optional and that was my choice. Or, I wanted the title to be ‘Title’ so the irony of me writing it was a comical effect. Both of these were my choice,

So now im guna talk about my view – which is the same, i choose to believe this view.

My view on how society can change is not by a controversial act by one or several people, but for all people to think for themselves and change what is happening. The majority of the audience can’t think for themselves when it comes to politics, Save the Children of Syria came up with a TV advert to prove this point, that we are all blind until war comes at our doorstep, we shouldn’t have to have war hit us to realise what is going, to understand who’s side you are on and why. Surely these are question’s that are so huge in adulthood, and the decisions of what we choose are what we have to live through for our whole lives. The national curriculum won’t teach these people about it, so if our parents don’t or we don’t want to ourselves, then who are we to look to when answering these questions. By educating and engaging the youth into this, is the only way people will genuinely be able to have independent thought on who, what and why is controlling society and how it can change. Educating yourself is far more powerful than any curriculum ever designed, it is a self-spiritual and moral eagerness to learn, and the information given to us teaches us ways in which a controversial change can happen in society around the world. 

 

Thanks for reading x

I followed the Wave of Action Protest,

to see what it was all about…

 

On Friday 4th of April I travelled towards Trafalgar Square to find one of the many protests to be held in Central London. The protest I was hunting down was called “Wave of Action” (https://waveofaction.org) who were running a worldwide protest in most countries. I arrived at Trafalgar square around 3pm expecting more than enough people to have gathered to support the protest, I could only see buskers and small charities among a vast crowd of tourists. I got in contact with the protest via Facebook and I met up with them shortly after outside the entrance of St. Paul’s Cathedral. Around 50 of them, maybe less had shown up to protest. A police car and van was already sat in front of them waiting for anything to spark.

The protesters sat around in a circle and sang a few songs, the gave sheets of information to the local businesses and people passing by, so I set on searching the surrounding area to see what the police were doing. A street away I found another 4 police vans waiting about, already I could realise how many more police than protesters there was. After an hour or even less of them been in a circle, I returned to find out the police had gone over to complain, there was confusion everywhere, protesters and police arguing amongst one another. One of the women from the protest ran to get a what looked like a member of security for the Cathedral. Two minutes after, he stormed off from the protesters, I managed to catch him and asked him why they are being moved his response was “These… these crazy people!”. That wasn’t what I was expecting, at all. The protest moved, walking down the Strand, back towards trafalgar square.


Walking down the street following the protesters, some stopped off at a local off-license to stock up on booze, which I didn’t think was a responsible way of protesting, especially seen as they just got escorted away from an area. It seemed a few of the protesters were drinking. Minutes later, further down the street, a woman who had been in the protest, and had been drinking, was holding up a zebra crossing, showing the posters and banners they had with them. Some protesters were ahead of the others and turned back to utter confusion as to why they had stopped in such a random place. I got talking to one Liverpudlian protester who just returned to zebra crossing, he told me that the reason they moved from St. Paul’s is because they were noise complaints and that he wasn’t happy with the turn out of the protest, he expected more people like the previous ones. You could hear the atmosphere of the cities streets over the circle, they was no need for the protesters to move, it simple was a peaceful protest then… Until this. One women who even the protesters were trying to hold back carried on, ignoring some of the bystanders who were wanting to cross, most of the people stood watching talking amongst each other as to why so many police were needed, 4 police vans that had followed helped blocking the street, and 4 officers stood either side of the crossing and a handful of them in the centre dictating people when to cross and traffic to go through. People were amazed at the amount of officers stood around not doing much, holding back one drunk woman. People didn’t know weather to laugh or moan, at either the protest or police.

One officer got a tad wound up when he dragged the women to the wall I was standing against, pushing her against it with his finger pointing in her face like an old school teacher telling off a kinder garden child, he warned her if she carried on, she would be arrested, yet. She was just walking back and forth on a zebra crossing, dancing and crawling at times. The hold up or occupation of this crossing made more people stand and stare at them, maybe more people were thinking “what a bunch of arse-holes, holding up the crossing” whilst other’s thought, “to many police, to little protesters”.
I was lost, confused, I didn’t know why they had stopped at the crossing to hold it up. I did think the amount of police was madness, but I also thought the amount of drunks in this protest was madness. Days before the Wave of Action Facebook page warned people attending that they would be people trying to give the protest a bad name, maybe I was watching these people they were talking about, or maybe I showed up to the wrong protest and back at trafalgar square it would be booming of protesters.

The protest returned to Trafalgar Square, after a long confusing afternoon, and they settled on the stairs, the police, surrounding the square in vans, and almost guarding the protesters from… nothing. I left shortly after, but this was one confusing, frustrating and eye-opening day, I am still getting my head around the police. Maybe the government plan to smother these protests in police because they want the public to think they are a bunch of crazy people, maybe they think it could end up like the recent student protest were the police hadn’t much control. Or maybe they were scared of the drunks within the protest kicking off at the public, which I highly doubted. The way I look at the events that happened during this day – the police knew about this, didn’t want this, and tried to disband them as fast as possible. But if we live under these rules, then how do we live in democracy? Where the fuck has our freedom of speech gone? Freedom of protest. All of these words seemed to vanish away letter by letter as I saw more and more police and less protesters.

 

After the protest, on Facebook an anonymous representative from Wave of Action said on behalf of the protest The individuals that were involved in the excessive drinking are not affiliated with the true spirit of wave. Protesters must sometimes make personal sacrifices for the cause, whatever that might be, to protect the good of the majority. When people act in the ways that they did, they remove the individuals human right to free protest and association, due to the fact they cannot control how they are viewed by the majority of the public, who will see the minority alone. a great shame”. I couldn’t agree more with him, but it’s how this can change in the future that I believe is a greater challenge not just for this protest, but maybe for Wave of Action around the world. 

I have recently made this my goal in life, but lack of enthusiasm is driving me away. Enthusiasm by myself, but mostly, the people I am targeting. The whole world is my target if you like, but mostly people of the lower classes, people who have no common sense, people who think Barack Obama is called Barraco Barner. This is fucking outrageous. The fact that the younger generation feel it is, ‘uncool’ or ‘boring’ to be involved in politics, it’s not the average bar talk or chat up line. But most of what happens in this world is revolved around the politics that it originates from, and corruption lies within so many of the worlds leading businesses, co-operation’s and forces. Even if it comes down to where the Olympics or FIFA World Cup will be held, to a local police station in 3rd World Africa that maybe ignoring the death of his own civilians.

This information needs to be in peoples heads, people in 1st world countries that are unaware of information that could drive YOU and your family, into poverty and back into the stone age. Information that would push a world-wide revolution forward and maybe the end to poverty and corruption, but that’s not going to happen if people don’t care, the people in the countries that matters NEED to care.

So first I have a picture of a tweet by one Gemma Worrall, of Blackpool. A 20 year old beautician. Also quite an uneducated young girl….

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2575436/Dumb-Britain-Beautician-laughs-Twitter-storm-mistakenly-spelling-Barack-Obama-Barraco-Barner-sparks-inevitable-parody-accounts.html

Screen Shot 2014-03-19 at 16.28.03

Now I’m sure you can see my anger, even though this is just one tweet that has reached worldwide fame because of her lack of knowledge, but the fact of the matter is that this isn’t just a one off thing, this isn’t just one young woman making a bad mark on the typical British culture. THIS IS THE BRITISH CULTURE. My parents, they never really cared about politics, other parents I know don’t like to know about what is happening in the world, World War 3 could be happening soon and people will be sitting on their arses watching Saturday Night Takeaway with Ant & Dec, rather than watching the News channel on some biased view of some terrorist or rebel! So this is a video I recently found, an advert by ‘Save The Syrian Children’. This short advert is fucking amazing… mind my french. It shows how if Britain went into civil war in the modern day, this would be the life of a small, young British girl. Her life is normal, School, friends and family, the video starts on her birthday, happy days! As the video goes on, it portrays in the background shootings, killings, and then finally civil war, and the girl moves home, her father dies, and by her next birthday. Her life is dramatically different. This shows the true power of the knowledge that we as a country need to be aware, weather you are a 7 year old girl, or your an 18 year old man, people have to have an understanding who is your leader, why? what they do? and who what is happening in the world…which is most important!

So yeh, this is the link for the video – http://www.policymic.com/articles/84397/haunting-video-shows-what-syria-s-civil-war-would-look-like-in-the-west

This is the scary truth, maybe one day soon this will happen to the United Kingdom, maybe it won’t happen for a while here, but it’s happening in other countries around the world, and the more we are aware of it and act, the less it can only happen. There are many ‘revolutions’ going on now as we speak, some are in countries like Venezuela, where people revolt against the corrupt government, or it can be a beloved celebrity called Russell Brand starting an online revolution and publicizing it on media stations and websites. Or you can be an Anonymous Activist, which again is online, whatever the case maybe, more and more people are being engaged in saving each other all over the world, more now than ever before. But then there are people like Gemma Worrall, who insist they stay out of politics because it’s to confusing. I insist that we educate ourselves and others around us with the information all over the world.

This is “The revolution needs you” – a message from Russell Brand.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euaQTnUyGcA

Hopefully I wish to change shit this year. New flat, new people, hammering some work, need to change my lifestyle. 

What on earth could a young man do in the year 2014 in London that doesn’t consist getting high or drunk… not a lot probably, this is South London of course, Built for the working class slaves, and was once a slum. Now it’s only lost it’s title of slum and there’s not much to do, most people are staying in getting boozed up or high on some sort of drug weather that be some crazy chemicals mixed with a tad of cocaine, or it’s the smallest weight of marijuana you can possibly buy.

But… I need to concentrate on my work, the drawings, the design, the politics around me. I need to research. Shit loads. Prepare myself. Set up my mental frame of mind to work for almost most of my life, everyday. Prepare myself for the rat race. Race the race, then change the race. Be in the game, but know about the game. I need to concentrate on money. Not finding eternal happiness inside. No hippy shit. I find that later in life when I’ve made the wonga. 

2014. Come at me. 

 

I saw a link to an article by the guardian that was on the topic of Coal. A resource we all know created such cities and countries, such as my home city Bradford. Coal boomed off the industry era, and now there are many other cheaper, greener and easier ways of creating ‘production’ for a country or city. Coal is probably used for many things still but I’m sure solutions could be made and new ways of living without coal could be possible. So we’ve covered coal and it’s value, next is the country of Australia, such a vast country of pure nothing-ness.. Fucking desert or the ‘Never never’, the ‘Outback’ as it’s called to aborigines. The country itself and it’s recent political parties have become quite an attraction for tourism and even one of it’s most famous aspects. The Great Barrier Reef. A whole section of ocean and sea that is covered in beautiful, vibrant coral reef deep in the water that is only a reason why we call it a Natural Wonder. One of it’s kind.

 

So this is the article…. http://www.theguardian.com/environment/southern-crossroads/2013/dec/15/great-barrier-reef-destruction-abbot-point-greg-hunt

What a fucking mess. The government clearly have an urge for Coal. Why? it’s fucking old, it’s such a modern country, that still needs to spread out over its lands and build. Rather than going over a Natural Wonder /or damaging the fucking life out of it for years, they could just use all that space in the fucking desert. It’s a huge island. I have so many friends that have moved there for the better life etc. Maybe living is cheap and there ain’t no beggars, everyone has a job, blahblahblah… very well and good for the economy, so why on earth the sudden urge to fuck the earth and create more money, more greed. Greedy fat capitalist motherfuckers.

I’m sorry fellow bloggers that I haven’t been keeping up to date with continuous blogs about random articles and annoying topics. I have had a mad few month, I ended up getting back into uni, bumming them and their regulations, I won. The main reason I started this blog was to take my concentration away from such other things that aren’t going to make my career more interesting or useful towards making me some money and the ‘easy life’. So I just missed my train from London Euston and I’m now sat with a pint waiting around to get another coach from Victoria coach station to my home in Bradford. Maybe I should have got my coach to Halifax instead, that’s my new home. So yeh, the last time I posted on this was a while ago. I seem to lose connection with my world down in London and my life up north. Two different roller-coasters. Two mad places. One weak fragile mind and one abused body. My friend who I just came to the station with, (he got his train) Adam, he said to me “Mike, you’ve got yourself two jobs, squatted in two places, got yourself arrested, quit 2 jobs and still homeless, and have you done any uni work?”

Well, fuck me, I didn’t know what to say. I laughed. He’s being honest, I like an honest person. Prefer that than someone who goes down with me to the rock bottom. Honesty like this truely is the best policy, a good friend. Useful words. Basically something my dad would say, FRAME YOURSELF!

I count myself as a ‘commoner’. A proud one at that. I expect to see proud posh folk waltzing around with cigars and jumpers tied around your shoulders. But the mix between the two frustrates me. The ignorant and rude, is there any need? Looking down on people. No point.

This is a common, popular truth that is on every street in London, snobbery and rudeness, yet if you go to the cheaper parts of the city and see the homeless and poor staring at you, you feel like you could get robbed.. or something dramatic. How on earth can the local governments and councils of London do to make this stupid hatred for each other disappear. I doubt this will ever happen, people are people and we all moan and think unfairness is everywhere… that’s the common truth.

What the fudge has been going on? The EDL leader has turned his back on his party, saying there’s to much “extremism” in the party. Hopefully the party now folds or disbands. Plus the Labour Leader MP turned his back on the Trade Unions not long ago, the fucking people who created the Labour party, have been shat on. Collision is going balls up, the Liberal’s saying that they will be in a Collision government with any party willing. These fuckers will do anything for power, then when they have it, nothing is done, they get abused by all forms of communication, everything down to his twitter account, then they quit there job and be hated by 90% of the population in the country they have ‘fought’ all there life for. 

I’m just baffled at what is going to happen to these parties, maybe a new form of democracy should be made, there are many tribes around the world that still use inspirational political and humanitarian tactics to run there empire, village, community, whatever. I researched not long ago, about an old Medieval village in Surrey, England. They were called, the Digger movement… They’re lives were simple, to live happy and in peace, everyone is equal, everyone gets equal. This small community boosted during Civil war times, when England was in bad trouble, they wrote a manifesto that was based around their philosophy of life. Very intelligent people lived here, who also farmed and supplied themselves happily. The village is modernly known as Esher. Many modern politicians and business entrepreneur’s have taken on parts of the manifesto and have had massive success with how they’re “running the ship”.

 

I am currently living at my ex-girlfriend’s house, her new shared home with some other students I know from my university. I have had a successful battle against the university and they’re agreeing to help me, for free, for two years. Boom. Result. 

So i’ve stayed at my mates, now i’m at my ex’s, the situation is fine, I just don’t wanna fall in to deep. I’ve been concentrating more and more on my work, my topics and my ideas. 

 

shit is going well… so far

I visited the cartoon museum in Soho, London yesterday. I was starting my research for my dissertation on Editorial Illustrator’s, but mainly aiming at Political designs. Inside the museum I found loads of new artists I can explore and I found my favourite illustrator’s work, an original copy, his actual strokes, unfortunately I couldn’t find an image of this work on the internet but heyho. The image was called ‘The Tea Lady’, it consisted of a two colour code, Red and Black, it was drawn with only looked like Ink. The strokes he takes to define certain areas, the lady herself is a character, she’s very ‘slagish’, sat on top of the machine sipping tea. I saw that this was the 83rd copy he had done, and so this inspired me so much. I was flabber-gasped when I saw the work, I stared at it from far away for about 10 minutes, then I looked closer and closer until I could of licked the glass frame. 

Very exciting ideas I saw which I will re-create, to practise my style and learn how to shade better and enhance parts of the illustrations. I will start posting my Illustrations on this wordpress page, just for shits and giggles. 

 

Word…press x

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 43 other followers