The Evil Empire of Everything-Welcome to Tory Britain

There’s a point in Watchmen by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons where Dr. Manhattan (the naked blue superhero) has left Earth for Mars and left his home planet to a probable nuclear destruction because as a near godlike figure he can no longer see any worth in humanity as they’re a selfish, thankless race who will be replaced on Earth by whatever evolution decides to be top of the food chain after nuclear Armageddon. He’s convinced by Laurie, his former girlfriend and former superhero, that there’s something in humanity so that each life is a small thermodynamic miracle.

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Laurie reminds Dr. Manhattan of the uniqueness of us all. We are all in our own way miracles and our lives have value beyond comprehension because at some level we all hold the potential for something. We don’t know what, let alone we might never reach that potential for greatness but at the moment here where Alan Moore has Dr. Manhattan stare aloofly at the pale blue dot in the sky from his refuge on Mars, speak to the last human that meant anything to him and at this moment he remembers the value of life. It’s an amazingly uplifting and positive bit of writing which reminds us of our humanity.

Lately though in the real world it seems losing your humanity is par for the course for people like David Cameron and George Osborne, who seem to be able to tell us the price of everything, but have no comprehension of the value of life. The British state values itself and it’s more powerful supporters more than anyone, or anything else, just look at Michelle Mone, an unelected business woman that sucked up campaign to keep Scotland in the UK and is now a lawmaker in the House of Lords. Just look at David Cameron sucking up to the Chinese president as thousands across the UK lose their jobs in the steel industry.

To the Tories, human life is valued only by how much it’s worth to you, and of course, if you’re one of them. So people like Mone become allies and even though not one single person has never voted for her, she has input into how laws affecting you and I are written. Palms are greased, favours are done and the powerful rewards those that help keep the establishment safe.

Take Iain Duncan Smith, He famously had an epiphany over a decade ago when as Tory leader of the opposition he visited Easterhouse in Glasgow and saw the poverty people endured day-to-day first hand for himself. He pushed the idea of ‘compassionate Conservatism’ and some thought this was the man that could bring people out of poverty. In fact he’s driven people further, and deeper into poverty, plus his policies are driving people to the last, and worst option as they’d rather take their life than live on in a country run by Iain Duncan Smith and his like.

People live in the sort of deep, grinding poverty that in the UK in 2015 is Victorian in scale and effect. Don’t believe me? Read this New Statesman article about Easterhouse now reflecting on Iain Duncan Smith’s visit. These people have been disregarded, and in some cases, dehumanised by government policies designed not to help them, but attack them and to punish them because the Tories don’t see people on benefits in poverty as having anyone to blame but themselves.

In today’s Tory Britain people are ‘strivers’, they’ve become ‘hard working’. They’re constantly described in language that means they ‘aspire’ to something else, but the people that fall through the cracks are disregarded. All the disabled, unemployed, poor and the most vulnerable are described as ‘scroungers’, ‘leeches’ and have to be forced in the eyes of the Tories to become a real person that strives and aspires.For these people though every single day they strive for better and they work hard just to survive but for the Tories (not to mention those that support them) they’re somehow not quite as important as anyone else because in the eyes of a David Cameron, George Osborne or a Iain Duncan Smith they’re just there to be exploited as any other resource.

For Tories there are no thermodynamic miracles. Unless you’re rich or powerful enough to matter. Then you’re on their radar. Humanity is to be used to make corporations money because once you’re in debt, you’re able to be used by those predatory companies that see people not as individual human beings but Money Generating Units.

I’m done with that all. I’m done with a supine Labour Party opposing the Tories when it suits them, even under Corbyn their opposition has been flaky at best. I’m done with a media in thrall to the establishment and I’m done with  endless faceless Tory drones laughing inside when they hear of someone killing themselves because they didn’t want to make that choice between heating or eating anymore. I want a better world where each person, each thermodynamic miracle can reach for their potential without having to worry where they went to school, or how much their folks earn, or who they know to help them get into the positions of power.

The next five years are going to be brutal for people in places like Easterhouse all over Scotland and the UK. People are going to die because the government of the day have decided to rule over them like an evil imperial power splitting people into ‘strivers’ and ‘wasters’ therefore deciding who lives or dies. Who suffers in abject poverty or who has a comfortable life where the next meal isn’t something days away.

So we need to remember we’re all the same. We’re all deserving of the same chances. We need to fight the Tories with every single breath when we can because if we don’t the UK isn’t going to be a place worth living in for many people at the bottom of society in five years and for many of us, there’s not going to be a chance to achieve any of our dreams and hopes because thanks to the Tories, the act of survival will be paramount as a dystopian future is created for one group of people and bread and circuses for the majority.

Unite to fight the Tories. That’s all that matters now.

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2013-That Was the Year That Was

Boxing Day has passed and we’re into the odd twilight that is the time between Christmas and Hogmanay and seeing as everyone else spends this time in the pub avoiding the sales, or even madder, actually in the sales, I’m going to take this quiet time to do a little rundown of the year for my best and worst of the year…

So cracking on let’s leap into this…

Best Overdue Death-Margaret Thatcher.

Without her incredibly overdue death I’d not have written the first post in my blog, or even finally felt a sense of release though at the time I don’t think I would have predicted her becoming such a martyr figure to fucked up sociopathic Tory scum as she has become.

As you can see, there’s still a little bit of my heart blackened with hate for her and especially her spawn.

Best FlounceThe EDL’s Tommy Robinson

Tommy Robinson came into his own after the senseless murder of Lee Rigby which he used as a dragnet to get every snide wee fucked up racist in the country to quietly agree with the EDL’s obvious bigotry. During the summer he hosted an hilarious Q & A session on Twitter, which saw me being blocked by him.

However just as the EDL were at a peak, Robinson flounced off saying they were becoming ‘too extreme’ for him. This set people’s Spidey Sense tingling as frankly. the EDL had been ‘too extreme’ from the fucking off! Still, it’s now hilarious to see the EDL crack and fracture.

Most Annoying Americanism of 2013Calling TV programmes ”shows”.

There was a time when Telly programmes were called programmes. They would be called dramas, serials, kids telly, documentaries, anything. You’d have entertainment programmes that would be called shows. They’d normally be things like Seaside Special which normally featured a paedophile or a Tory (sometimes both) presenting the worst of British Light Entertainment in a tent in the pissing rain during the summer. It was clearly a term relating to certain types of programmes.

Now everything is a ‘show’. Breaking Bad, Football Focus, Doctor Who, Panorama, and I bet if someone did a 12 hour documentary about Auschwitz someone would give it the jolly title of ‘show’. Stop it! It’s lazy.

The Iain Duncan Smith ‘Cunt of the Year’ awardIain Duncan Smith.

In decades to come history will look back at this man and write a terrible history of what he’s done. Sadly too many people will have suffered by them

The Ed Millband Useless Bastard awardEd Milliband

You’re opposition leader against a coalition  people hate. You should be leaping ahead in the poll. No, you’re not because you’re as useful as a Vatican approved condom.

The Jack Whitehall Middle Class Comedian awardJack Whitehall/Everyone on BBC Three/Channel 4

Back in the day comedians came from all walks of life. You’d have a mix of people and this would mean something may have a broad appeal, which meant much of British comedy came from pointing out class divisions, the inequalities of it and we could laugh at it. Something like Dad’s Army is full of this. Politics was the lifeblood of British comedy along with satire, slapstick and

Now comedy in the UK is dominated by graduates talking about being at university without spotting the irony in doing so. Comedy is dominated by comedians speaking in the same accent, making crap gags about the same things and it’s boring.

The Michael Bay Award For Film of the YearMan of Steel.

Ever wondered how it would be possible to make a worse film than Superman  IV: The Quest for Peace? Man of Steel provided the answer to that question.We need an edgy murdering Superman because that’s what hope is about.

The Rupert Murdoch Award for Journalistic IntegrityThe Guardian’s treatment of Dev Hynes

I outlined recently what happened when The Guardian decided to print an article by one of the Vagenda’s editorial team about crowdsourcing in relation to the fire that destroyed musician Dev Hynes.

In a year when Julie Burchill still writes for newspapers, this managed the amazing task of the worst piece of vile attack hackery disguising itself as journalism I’ve seen. Well, today The Guardian decided to go ahead and print the interview without any mention of the previous article or Hynes saying on Twitter he wants nothing to do with the paper again.

There is however a suitably feeble excuse…

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The Heroes Reborn Award for Cocking Up SuperheroesDC Comics

Many years ago, Marvel Comics decided to turn their like into Image Comics with the disaster which was Heroes Reborn. This gave us this.

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DC Comics gave us the New 52 a while back. It gave us this.

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Nuff said.

The Jamie Theakston Award for Worst TV Festival CoverageBBC Three

I love festivals as anyone who’s read through my blogs will have worked out but TV coverage of festivals is always all over the place, but this year BBC Three’s coverage ploughed new depth as they managed to take what was a good year for festivals and concentrate on the same dreary tedious student Indie bands at every festival they covered.

Then there’s presenters so completely lacking in joy, charisma or talent telling us of these bands without joy, charisma or talent that they love.

The Jamie Redknapp Award for Pointless Footballing PunditryMichael Owen.

In the event of a nuclear war all that’s left is the roaches and Michael Owen endlessly talking in a dull monotone to any roach who’d listen about how they all need to do to win football matches is to put the ball in the net.

That’s the future of the human race: Michael Owen endless talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking….

The Ray Winstone MassiveTool AwardAlex Ferguson

For decades we’ve had to put up with Ferguson telling us he never held grudges or vendettas. The minute he retires he releases a book outlining the grudges and vendettas he’s held for years.

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The Partick Thistle Award for The Film Which Should Have Done Better in 2013The World’s End

This was a year of actually some decent films. I saw the splendid Excision which is a lovely mix of Cronenberg and Lynch. Lord of Salem is a ridiculously fun horror film. Pacific Rim is the most fun I’ve had at the cinema in ages but they all have something in common in that they didn’t do as well as they really should have.

The film that should have been fucking enormous is Edgar Wright’s The World’s End.

It did ok, It ticked over but it never hit the heights of success Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead did. That’s a shame because it’s a better film than the other two, and those other two are very good films indeed but without getting too much into spoiler territory here The World’s End isn’t the big obvious fist punching end that many expected it to be.

It’s actually more than that. It’s also a more adult film than I was expecting with the alien plot being something that works well within the main plot of the story of five middle aged men. It’s also very British so that a lot of this will skim over an overseas audience; the wee smile that slips on Paddy Considine’s face when his character hears I’m Free by the Soup Dragons for the first time in decades is something only people who remember a certain time in British popular culture will get, while for everyone else they’ll lose the nuance in that scene which comes early in the film.

See, this is a film for people roughly aged between 40-50. The references in the first 20 minutes or so are things that were unique parts of our youth so that when the film gets to it’s ending it can read as a tragic ending, but I’ll leave plot discussion there. Search the film out or buy it. It’s a fantastic film. It might have helped if it wasn’t released in the middle of summer when we actually had a glorious summer. Ah well…

And finally...

2013 was pretty crap. Sure, some things were fun but it’s been a hard year for not only me, but many people I know and things don’t that much better in 2014. However I’m going to carry on blogging in 2014.

That means my 20 favourite comic book films. My top 20 pop songs. More stuff about politics. A football blog about Scotland’s World Cup send off in 1978. The history of Neptune Comic Distributors. The return of my personal history of Glastonbury Festival. More about the Glasgow comics and SF scene of the 1980’s, and of course porn!

Happy new year!