Behold Baphomet

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Presiding over the Samhain Sabat, Baphomet the Piggy Banker. Sinister little fucker.
With sincere apologies to Eliphas Levi, oh and Goya for that matter … please don’t drop in for dinner tomorrow … then again, might be fun.

So you’ve conflated an Ikea piggy bank and a demon idol? … I guess you just had to be there.


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I get where Andy Warhol was coming from — after all Valerie Solanas used a snub-nosed .22 to try to kill him in 1968 — it was also part of his “noticing” of Americans’ weird obsession with death and killing, to say nothing of his own.

Three decades later and things are not getting any better — indeed it’s been described as a war on the poor. And, in America, that often means by white people against black people, whether in suits or with guns.
There are some gruesome figures here.

I know many people here in the UK who believe whole-heartedly that everyone has the right to use lethal force against anyone who scares them or challenges them … I’m just really pleased that they don’t have access to the tools they want.
Tony Martin, who executed a 16 year old Traveller, Fred Barras, outside his house, with an unlicensed shotgun, for burglary, in 1999, in fact only served 3 years and is a hero and exemplar to many.
This is not at all a peace loving country. Go for a walk through Manchester, Liverpool, London, Glasgow, Plymouth, anywhere … on a Saturday night. And racism is not an American thing. And hopeless, half-educated people who can find no place in the world are every­where and they rant and rave in the night. And privileged, privately educated people who have the world all sewn up are just as likely to espouse such night­marish views and they have no need of guns.

But there are almost as many privately held weapons as there are people in the US: over 300 million — about half of all the guns in the world, even though they’re just 5% of the population.
About 20000 people a year in America kill themselves with guns and if you try it using a gun, you’re almost certain to succeed.
But nearly 34000 people died at other people’s hands and over 100000 people were shot but didn’t die in 2013.
And there’s no argument for self defence: for every person killed in self defence, 33 are killed criminally.
And so on and so on …
But the domestic arms industry generated $38 billion in 2013 — big business and it’s handguns they sell and it’s handguns that kill.

And you spend a bit of time, as an innocent Brit, surfing American websites where they review these things like toasters and $600 Sig Sauers are “decent” and reliable but not terribly sexy and where models are hyped with excerpts from action movies with macho thugs like Gibson, Willis and Renner wielding x, y or z. You too …
And it’s not as though there’s nothing to be done — Myths about gun control
And … I really don’t know.
I am just sad in the end. And sorry for those families in Charleston.

Animal Farm

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I grew up in the “country”, Now I live in the country again, on a milk and beef farm. Want to know the weather? Look out of the window … oh, how true.

The majority of the population live in cities. Fair enough. They buy their “fresh” food, portioned and sealed under cello­phane. Fair enough.
But it doesn’t take much imagin­ation to picture how you can buy three whole chickens for £10.
Or how those cows get to lactate and then so gener­ously give us all their milk?
Concrete feed lots with steers up to their knees in their own shit, gorging on barley and soya beans.
And all the rest …
It’s not exactly rocket science.
Like smokers who are perfectly aware that it’s not good for them, we just don’t think about it.
And of course that includes cheese-eating veget­arians.

Father Christmas and tooth fairies never hurt anyone but the senti­mental childhood fantasies about jolly farm animals (they spaced on diazepam or what?) are like an inocu­lation against the truth and a licence for horror.
And I eat meat …

.. and just read George Monbiot on farming fairytales.

For Profit

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If it was a crime to state the absolutely bleedin’ obvious, you’d have to close down all the univer­sities and most of the mass media.
As someone almost said: “If you can’t do something original, do something right.”
He said in mitig­ation …

I was absolutely sure that this was going to be brilliant. I could see it in my mind’s eye: cold and quiet but steely and strong, angry with a set jaw. Succinct, forth­right and sincere.
And it’s … OK.

John Heart­field would be ashamed of me.
Oh well … maybe one can be too obvious … no surprises.

House of Cards

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Cheap credit helps us to unsee the decline of the West … capit­alism can not deliver the goods with pirates scraping off whatever cream there is.
Stuff is about lifestyle and not life … it might as well be Soma.
Low productivity and limited resources, envir­on­mental degrad­ation and an economy built on a shed load of low paid service jobs and a few high paid “wealth-creators” is a choice we make … in a few weeks time for fuck’s sake … but immig­rants are what matter, unless of course they’re drowning because of our “human­it­arian” wars and penny pinching nastiness, in which case they don’t. Prudence is what matters unless we’re handing over the state to asset-stripping gougers who will just make us pay and pay and will treat their employees as zombie zero-hours-wage slaves. The deficit is what matters unless it’s just a fucking pretext for robbing and disem­powering us and enriching more parasites. And anyway, if I owned a house, I’d be rich … so I’m all right. Except I’m not …
and the things that we could be doing to make the world a better place, a fairer place, a kinder place, a warmer place, a more beautiful place are just too expensive — we cannot subsidise our souls but we can “invest” in our dividends. We must not be seduced by wishful thinking, we must reclaim the sensible middle ground … that is fast disap­pearing and is mean and narrow and selfish and hard … and full of fear too.

Fuck, I (almost) give up …
But not quite.

And Mr Warhol is not feeling the pressure I fear — but I try.