Buy Nothing

Do The Green Thing have been getting more and more creative recently on their blog and this latest attempt feels like they are getting close to both the attractive lure of senseless shopping with an idea of branded nothing. It's cute, it's fun, it's polished and I want one. They have a twitter presence here along with an online Doctor Will Powers in case the urge to consume for consumptions sake takes a hold there's immediate twitter advice like the Samaritans.

It's funny isn't it. I always think of Tuberculosis when I hear or read the word consumption. Like how it was described in Charles Dickens novels around the turn of the century. Incidentally a long time ago I used to live on Doughty Street in Bloomsbury where Dickens wrote a few of his books.

Working in advertising I can see how some readers would struggle to work out how I can reconcile marketing with my green credentials but it's something I've spent a lot of time working out if there is a role for marketing communications with sustainable living and there most certainly is. 

From 'more ideas less stuff', to changing perceptions and behaviour along with encouraging clients to take a longer term view of profitability than the immediacy and insanity of the quarterly report, this blog and my work as a communication strategist will always find creative ways of encouraging people to love brands through responsible selling. Each client is different and can approach the issue in a different way but a dig though the archives will reveal some of the ways that we (I've stolen all the good ideas) have approached this problem solving in a creative manner.

There's also always the comments if anybody feels there's an issue that needs clarification or a position that doesn't make sense. I welcome any challenges as they invariably end up improving my thinking.

T.S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot

About an hour and a half in total but not quite seamless in its story telling or as riveting as the great man's poetry. However it's an excellent introduction and I regretted learning he was known as the Pope of Russell Square when he worked at number 24 for Faber & Faber publishing who hired him for his business nous he'd earned in the city. I used to live just round the corner from this address in Bloomsbury opposite an old Charles Dickens address on Doughty Street but this was before the internet and I was never one to research things in libraries or I'd have mined the whole Bloomsbury Set thing a lot more I'm guessing.

Superstar St Jeremy

As I've often pointed out in the past, even though it earns me no credit, that I enjoyed Donald Trump in power, although in the final analysis, he's a Zionist and so his loyalty is to Israel first not the USA. 

Once again, I enjoyed Trump being part of the plan, but he's not the plan. 

A lot of people struggle with that.

I also like the persona of Jeremy Corbyn. He's an allotment owner and a wood turner (as is my father) which are the sort of hobbies people should do and still have. 

I watched JC as he tried to take a middle road for BREXIT which was political suicide, but also as he was branded an anti-Semite by the far right Zionist Chosenites who are disproportionately represented in the media circus currently too busy selling big pharma and war in the Ukraine, he was dead in the water.

Not many people know that Islington was the only constituency in the UK that had historically proven child sex trafficking in every single children's home. It was the easiest place in the country for powerful entities to pick up what they wanted twenty-four/seven. 

Corbyn has been the MP for Islington since 1983 

I couldn't understand why the leading social worker representing children in Isington, Dr Liz Davies approached Corbyn on more than one occasions to investigate. Each time she pressured him, he was non committal , disappointingly uninvested in the subject, and vague about his feelings on the matter.

Then under pressure, he reassured Dr Davies and others, that the people on the ground who knew what was going on, in Islington, his constituency specifically were satisfied that the matter was resolved.

What was resolved Jeremy? 

You're a public servant. 

How many born after 1969 are no longer with us? 

That's not impossible for ONS to provide.

People wrote to The Saint. 

They called and confronted him, time and again but no action was taken. I contacted Liz Davies to understand if it was a comprehension issue but she assured me that the gravity of the situation had been made unambiguously clear.

Now, I don't know why JC did fuck all to stop child rape on his manor. I really can't speak for him, so until he explains how many, and who he raised the matter with, the matter is grave and unfinished.

Eileen Fairweather of The Independent and The Evening Satandard railed against Corbyn again and time and again. Because vulnerable boys were being raped by men. Islington council's defence was that this concern was homophobic. Well, I know many unpleasant facts about this subject and men who rape children often prefer boys not for homosexual reasons, but as a taste preference that doesn't exist in their daily heterosexual relationships that ostensibly conceal secret lives. 

The powerful and ennobled Lord Mann attacked the former Mayor of London, Ken Livingstone for stating a book called Transfer Agreement documents Zionist collaboration with the Nazis. Lord John Mann was exceptionally tireless on this subject. He wrote to Corbyn the following.

The Labour PPC and child abuse lawyer Richard Scorer lobbied Corbyn.

The Islington Survivors network lobbied Corbyn

Islington Social workers, victims, journalists, concerned residents... in fact nearly everyone lobbied Corbyn.

Even when children were alleged to have been murdered, Corbyn shrugged plausibly and never concerned himself.

Jeremy protected Tony Blair's first Minister for Children, Margaret Hodge, the former leader of Islington Council who destroyed anyone who asked questions and was subsequently promoted by Tony from the back-benches to the cabinet as Minister for Children  charged with placating Islington's concerns that every hard working taxi driver and amoral chauffeur knew about the youngsters in the back of their vehicles they used for delivery to the rich and powerful.

Hey JC, JC, won't you die for me?

Sanna Hosanna Hey Superstar, also attacked the pugilist, yet isolated MP who put a dossier on the Westminster Child Rapist Network in front of the home secretary Leon Brittan [David Mellor denied being present before it was pointed out the administrations documentation confirmed he was with his Home Secretary boss thus corroborating Geoffrey Dickens statement on the matter.]

Only the ennobled John Mann can tell us who who who is in it.

Jeremy never asked the MPs Peter and Virginia (Now Baroness) Bottomley about why they were shocked.

But it's the former heavyweight boxer, the mocked and ridiculed Tory MP turned child campaigner that Jezza savaged in the commons. 

You know Westminster.

When they feed on sacrificial blood, both sides of the house chant 'here here' just in case the dumb-fuck British are confused where and who is authorising it.

It's just a drop in the ocean. 

These days the Bentley's don't cruise The Angel.

There's no need. 

The children's court is held in secret session. I'll leave it to you if you want to pinpoint how many children go missing in care, or why the state has precedence over grandparents yearning to care for their grandchildren who have told me to my face that they aren't allowed to complain.

Yes We Can - Michael Moore's Roger & Me

I like documentaries. The older I get the harder it is to immerse myself in fiction and suspend disbelief. Yet despite enjoying the documentary genre, I've never really gone out of my way to watch them, except for maybe Michael Moore's work, and that was only after watching Bowling for Columbine. Before today,  I'd never seen Moore's first work 'Roger & Me'. I was aware of it and yet somehow I always assumed that because it was his earliest piece it would be less polished. Well that's wrong. It's right up there with the rest of them.

I've been working my way through recommended documentaries. If it wasn't for that cease & desist I recently received (complete with Microsoft identified malware attached to the word document) I'd probably be inclined to do a (hard) drive-by 'cloud' stick-up-job to secure them, but that's not sensible now so instead I've seen what's available for free online or else headed over to my 'Pirate' DVD dealer on the corner of Sukhumvit Soi 5 open from 1am to 5am to purchase the 'Pirate brand' of merchandise. I assume that's an ironic wordplay joke by the entrepreneur in question, but you can check him out along with the other hundred or so late night media specialists that are quintessential Bangkok if the 'right to copy' has been infringed. 

Hell I can't tell. Who can?

Where was I? Oh yeah, Roger & Me. It's essential viewing. I think his talent lies in a sublime ability to make the most incendiary contrasts of video (house eviction over Christmas for a young family while GM CEO, Roger B. Smith quotes Dickens on festivities after laying off 30000 workers). Moore is consistently mild mannered in his requests to interview the well paid heads of corporations who were all gearing up in the late 80's to shift manufacturing abroad while essentially filleting the American way of life.

And it's the diminishing American way of life which is so resonant in this documentary. I know it's fashionable now for the art photography boho-set to relocate to ghost town Detroit and shoot long decayed hanging chandelier anterooms from ghostly and vacated semi decadent lower upper class mansions but it's all so vibrant now that Moore was shooting this pivotal change in the way that America structurally operated over 20 years ago. It's all there. Moore focuses on Flint but the Corporations' absence of sentiment is evident right from the git go.

The burning question for me as an Americanophile: one who grew up under the benevolent arm of Marshall-planned Wirtschaftwunder Deutschland is simply this: Does America (The U.S.) step on the back foot clumsily? 

The answer if Detroit or Flint Michigan is an indicator, must be yes. The sheer range of excessive and baseless optimism staring in the face of nation state downsizing was, in this documentary, the most disconcerting example of disconnect I've ever come across. I often wonder how the obese will manage if the food chain breaks down in the US when peak oil arbitrage suddenly excludes the citizens of a country that calls Iraq 'way out East Texas'. The answer to that one 'aint purdy' but who knows when that call gets made or who is pointing what tactical nuclear warheads at whom to squeeze one more fix out of the system.

I digress.

It's clear from this documentary that when hope becomes nothing but linguistic vapours (you can't eat hope after all) that the reality check for mindless consumption in the States will be an ugly affair. I don't mean that in a triumphal sense one bit, because for those of us looking closely at the Oriental Leviathan over here (China) it's clear they've bought into a discredited money model before it's had to time to conclude it's economic momentum. It's a bit of a shit sandwich all in all but I urge you to avoid taking a carbon footprint rich flight to Bangkok to buy this documentary at the kick ass price I did, and just download the mother off a disruptive peer to peer sharing network at a hard drive near you before the Feds get wind of it. We get very few chances in life to redistribute wealth from the the wealthy to the less wealthy and I have it on good authority that Michael Moore is cool with cutting out the middle man.

Lastly I couldn't help but noticing that the TV evangelist that Flint hired for 20 000 bucks in 1989 to cheer up the 'po' people, a Mr Robert H. Schuler, had an interesting programme title that I took a screen grab above. Someone once said that you can never go broke betting on the stupidity of the American people and I see now that it's irrelevantly true but equally when it comes to a venal and psychopathic corporate class, there is no smarter and more cunning beast than the American CEO.

Geoffrey Dickens MP on Ritual Satanic Abuse

Many consumers have been programmed by influential media Satanists to scoff at Satanism so I'll try to explain Ritual Satanic Abuse (RSA) very quickly.

Sexually abusing children is a power transfer thing. By abusing children the abusers feel a sense of empowerment when resuming their normal persona that they present to the outside world (they have often been abused themselves so it's a cycle of abuse)

That power transfer during the abuse is, let's call it, an 'energetic expression'.

We've all been to a stadium rock-concert or a Premier League football match haven't we?

Did you feel the energy and the power during your favourite song or when a special goal was scored by your home team? 

That's a biochemical energetic expression coursing round your body for no other reason than information being received by your five senses.

Well that's what happens when an abuser tortures a child before or during the act of raping them.

The adrenal glands of prepubescent children creates a hormonal reaction that is much more powerful in children than in adults. This is why child abuse and sacrifice is preferred over adult abuse and sacrifice (see Biblical Virgin sacrifices for more information)

It's a magnified energetic expression. 

Conducting rituals on special days, in special places and in special ways (candles, symbolism, shapes, chanting etc) and the magnification is amplified even more according to Satanists. 

Murder the child after, and the oxidation of the adrenalin (epinephrine) produces adrenochrome and thus the maximum energetic transfer is complete.

You may not believe in it but the Satanists do. 

I believe they've tried it, and it's likely you haven't. 

Satanism is real and the people most invested in telling you it's not are the least to be trusted.

Update: Original video censored.