not ready til 1800
The ignorant BBC - so so part of the problem 99% of the time is so British sneaky mean mealy mouthed and racist and hateful of you dinosaur brained "foreigners" not worthy of their uktrawoke snotty little clever dick output, and thus you can't listen to it any more!! so you have to use winscribe fab free vpn and set your location to one in the uk
Righty Ho listening to,
The Traitors and unconscious bias
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002q357
Only because theres nothing worse than listening to the Dystopian petit bourgeoisie people pleasing that comes out of any Southwesterner, errata 99.99% of their gobs...
who can't even cope with the phrase " her (the 0.01%] born n bred kids will never in a million years afford to even rent a dog kennel here as the incomers and local bourgeoisie so pushed up prices as all they ever think of is their property price cash, and the education so appalling that even chubby social workers and smiley lanyardists of the caring third sector sector can't work out who is faking chronic endless mental trauma illness to colonise for life all the 'social housing' when they could work.. clever things..."
they want you run out of town as of course theytoo inherited one of them houses and in their 'subconscious' know you mean themtoo would have to sell at less than the 'market' rate if anything is ever to change for the next gen
who arent PUSHED by librarians or SWs to read fabulous PARABLES about how all tyrannies work, and eventually need facing up to, and even challenging such as in the simply glorious easy read
so much so that when a self identifying "tart" and "thick bimbo" was MADE coerced and MANipulated to read it by me lastersummer ....she couldnt put it down she loved it so much and called it her top book of all time along with ditto The Orwell ..Down and Out... i similarly beat her into flicking through and then tested her on whether or not she had taken it in properly...PART 2 in here - google drive file store voice file 12
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1XCnq4rK6o4JY9-c65T0raQEJ2uikSNCL?usp=sharing
and free substack audio
My extremely racist "bodily" 'subconscious' reaction sleeping with four big muvva blackmen.
and now audio in youtube
pic kunta Kinte in the superb 1977 Roots on the telly
Bit missed out the Steve McQueen Small Axe series on the BBC was flat and a lie made up misery which was far rarer than the misery of white trash London in the 70s...in fact i knew up front many west indians in West London in mid 80s where i set up and my best buddy for some years was one and not one ever spoke of any unhappiness at all..... as in fact very few Windians seccumbed to the heroiner which decimated whitey trash communities.... and in fact they all knew they were a HELL of a lot better off than back home in Jamaica, or Dominica in respect of Rupert Elie's case - they wouldnt have to be thrashed by a mad sick angry religious sundayschoolteacher for his sick kicks thrashing the 'devil' out of their black botties...as most of the Windies utterly lost to the deathcult of Christianity - they the immos hated one and all..
..and their own 'democracies' blessem ...CHOSE to retain hanging they used a fair bit....and treated their own peoples most cruelly if they were mad and bad enough to end up on their death rows..
Plus the hard bit: 'intersectionality' power dynamics colonising... yea yea yeahh....
In 1991 due the LEARNINGS that UK was even more murderous than even Pilger would describe so brilliantly... (knowing some coworkers who cheered on over the pilot airwaves reports of "turkey shoots of ragheads") i went into total hermitude.. gave up..i take NO part ever again in this horrid warmongering ignorant society. Stopped working, started skip diving (for firewood, my only heating) before some stupid fakebeardy from Bristol made up such a naff term, and stayed at home for several years stopping paying mortgage etc... stopping going out to London or any other nightlife full of effete fools...mainly just reading cheap Russian classics all day..
my only visitor for those two years was my Dominican born friend and not-far-away neighbour. Most days Rupert would come over in the day toodling up in his little Fiesta car the back seats down, full of unused builders tools, and we sat and philosophised..
Dominica then was a very very poor even if famously beautiful island without even a proper road. But it was known as being especially cohesive community. Real community. Rupert was one of the very small 'middle class' but well known as from a decent family who didnt exploit others or team up with yankee Mafia as many other W'indians would... he had gone to university in the UK and beecame a well respected accountant. Even if he was an extremely lanky reggae loving true almost 'rasta' by appearance. EVERY babe in West Ealing loved him to bits and he would dance with each and every one on the few occasions i went out to a pub or small dive club with him in his home patch. More often at parties in the region. He was by far the most popular-loved person in any smalltown i have ever known.. everybody loved Rupert (and his wife and 2 small daughters).
But Rupert, about a decade older than me, and my only regular friend (as we had the W'Indies in common at first) , from around 1988 literally wasted away and mentally collapsed infront of my eyes... he had sort of given up accounting and had begun as a very small time property developer - flipper, as they now call it; buying something that was a wreck doing it up and selling on for a profit. Doing the building himself - sometimes i helped him and learned a lot from him in builders' tricks.
But..... but... but what???? I still don't know how to put it. W'Indians do not ever binge drink. Most don't drink that much at all. I knew Rupert around 5 years. I wouldn't have even noticed his drinking when i first met him perhaps mid 80s. But by the time of our sort of falling-in-the hole 2 years regular daily acquaintanceship... most days he would turn up mid morning and just park outside my garden flat and have a special Brew out sipping at the rate of about one per couple of hours...
And gradually he just so slowed down he even gave up most of his building projects. Many days he arrived to park up (only 5 m from my front door) and a few hours later was still there usually half asleep the beer a soporific.
And his family of course 'suffered' he was no longer home much and his amazing wife held the fort well but it was understood that Rupert was no longer available to be relied upon...as father and provider. (they ended up having their quite large house reposessed )
I wouldnt actually have ever called him an 'alcoholic' even if i ahave always been completely neurotic about drinking - how ruinous it almost ALWAYS is, as my own father was one....
IT was as if Rupert's whole lifeforce gradually just left him... over a few years. Him once THE most enjoyed and respected man in the whole of West and Central Ealing (where he became regular at the nighclub there to socialise from the 70s when it became a cheesy but popular local night out)
Today without any doubt he would have been classified and likely even hospitalised with 'depression'. But it wasn't...it was something far more of the poetic energy, that doesnt exist, in the universe...
yes, maybe a 'cultural' memory of his enslaved ancestors lived in his soul.. despite the fact that the 'West Indians' of the West Indies (essentially escaped or eventually released slaves from the Carribbean or N America) had colonised and killed off the CARRIB West Indians - who were the original peoples there up until maybe 300 years ago
maybe some deep 'oppressed' something inside him had caused this ( i even thought at the time -often i gently attempted to wean him off his poison and get back gently into the saddle) ... something the cult of intersectionality are indeed right to point to.... I've never known any white man who simply withered from inside as Rupert did in front of my eyes ....
But I've also never known any white man or even raghead with such a truly functional modern ultra lovely family - who i knew well... and from such a REAL paradise muvvaland...i had lived around his home Island, and without any rose tinted specs knew it was a rare paradise when 90% of the rest of The Caribbean was a hellhole full of mad junkie women addicted to cocaine shopping and facelifts... escaped from Gweek... (i am serious - indeed exiled from even Gweek! as they had been too much for even Hatesville, there )
its too fuckin' complex to allow the uneducated children of UK academe addicted to hairdying their pubses that's if they aint too neurotic to ocd so as to obsessively shave each whisp down there; or addicted to MAoist lanyardism, to be anywhere near this subject as they make 'it' worse.... even if i'm not sure the 'it' exists....
file voice 10
in the same folder is about the SOLUTION which will fail due snobbery and petit bourgeoisery....i am guiding a local powerbroker into setting up a GROWN UP library
All local libraries in the uk as anodyne and limpid indeed syphilitic as the bbc 99% of the time...
(ive done a BIG tour.... i see no real books such as the one about the syphilitic bimbo single mum who did the greatest ever legal test case in ....his.story ... cos she learbned errself from books ow to do it...
only books (large collarge soon... only allowed books about how youre erven cooler if youve got compulsory ADHD or some other made up euphemism for havin been badly parented.... and she created a fairly good poet from her loins, too!)
ref made to
Adeel Akhtar, actor on Desert Island Discs
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002q27z
performing the words that look good to future casting agencies rather than educating us about anything useful
