I recently watched an old Russian four-part film based on a 1933 V. Shishkov novel set just before the 1917 revolution: Ugryum Reka, or “Gloomy River”. I was dismayed to find that no English subtitles exist for it, for I would so strongly recommend it to any of my friends interested in politics and the human condition… therefore I decided to synopsise it in (very) brief. My Russian is far from perfect, so some of the details might be inaccurate and the quotes are heavily paraphrased, but the meaning shone through to me almost like an epiphany, despite linguistic obstacles (my god, was it chock full of beautiful literary Russian). Here it is anyway. There is a whole religious theme running through the piece as well which I did not mention for lack of thorough comprehension.
A film about the inherent corruptibility of man.
The film starts with an old bandit on his deathbed, warning his son not to follow in his footsteps. First thing the son does is dig up his father’s ill-gotten goods.
Years later, he has built up a successful enterprise and sends his own young son on a long adventure up the Ugryum river to help expand trade. The father sends a Circassian guard with him: a brutal, slavish man with a wild accent. The man who rows their boat (carved out of a single tree trunk) tells them the story of a ghostly shamanic woman who lives in the woods by the river and appears at critical moments in people’s lives.
Continue reading “Gloomy River – an allegorical masterpiece of Soviet cinema”
I am fully aware that this will read like a crybaby manifesto to many, but I don’t think I am alone in saying: if I take your shot now it will only be because you have broken my spirit. In the current and upcoming dire economic circumstances, that was pretty much all I had!
All right, moral citizens of the modern world, you win. I am no longer so conceited as to consider myself a “free thinker”, for all my contrarian views and nagging doubts about everything that’s been pushed down our sore throats over the past twelve months. Maybe this whole crisis was purpose-made to uncover the real filth in society: us childish, oppositional assholes (actual quote from an acquaintance’s social media post) that need to be taught a lesson and given a good extra-hard jab in the arm. Sorry, I didn’t mean that as a conspiracy theory or anything. Just a figure of speech.
Look, what I mean to say is, I’m one of those assholes. I am hesitant about getting the vaccine, at least for the time being. My reasoning goes along the same lines as ignoring the annual flu jab – I simply don’t think I need it. As for the effect on those around me: despite ongoing uncertainty as to the amount of inoculations required to bring overall deaths back down to pre-pandemic levels, it is clear enough that that number is less than a hundred per cent. Since so many are willing to take it, what difference does it make to you if I choose to wait a little? You never gave me such a hard time for not taking the flu shot every year. This may sound crazy, but I don’t think it takes a medical degree to look after yourself: what feels necessary, and what doesn’t. Every body is different.
Continue reading “My very personal lament against the forced vaccination programme”
As we here in the UK kick off our second indefinite term of social deprivation, I send my thoughts to the innocents cruelly imprisoned in their empty homes.
I met a dear old lady, out like everyone else to mark the last day of “non-essential” businesses being open. She sat next to us in the pub, with her glass of water, perusing the menu and looking around with big glossy eyes. She caught my eye and smiled. “That’s it then, our last night out,” she said.
“Yeah, it’s madness. Just as perfect pub season is coming up. Mulled wine, fireplaces, cozy warm chit chat, and it’s gone just like that,” I said forlornly with a snap of the fingers.
“I love eating out,” she added innocently. “It’s getting too cold to do gardening. Then again, I’m getting too old to do gardening. I’m eighty-three.”
Continue reading “Yet another lockdown victim”
People in the 21st century were very much like us, only they had to live through a time of intense anti-social upheaval as values were turned on their head and human intelligence took a back seat to that of the machine. Some of these poor souls were conscious throughout each phase of the short-lived digital revolution and subsequent fall into chaos.
Continue reading “A history lesson from the future”
Trump is just a puppet at this point, albeit an amusing one. Andy Kaufman’s Tony Clifton character in glamorous orange.
Originally, Trump led a campaign that was staunchly anti-interventionist in its foreign policy. Of course this was swept right under the media rug, but he clearly stated that he wanted to get out of the Middle East, make friends with our old rival Russia and focus on the USA from the inside with nationalistic rather than expansionist values.
Have you noticed that there has barely been a peep from the raging Left about Trump’s recent interest in bloody warfare? Where are the protests? Where is the outrage? Funny, it’s almost like the media’s reporting on a topic may vastly influence the public’s reponse to it. If there had been one article and just the one, maybe two news shows about Trump’s pussy comment video, it may very well have been dust in the wind by now. But the papers are so cool, so impartial when it comes to reporting war. Suddenly they take the big clown more seriously. Who knew that was all it took? Team up with our ex-imperialistic buddies and bomb a small Middle Eastern country. Finally, some news to report on other than the “you-won’t-BELIEVE-what-he-said-this-time!” formula, which was getting a little old since 2016 be to honest. Here’s a bit from my favourite journalist:
Trump has gone from anti-establishment figure to frightened puppet. Jimmy Dore shared an excellent tweet to this effect:
Who’s running the operations here? Who holds the reins but the media, just like it did with Iraq? It’s that old collective amnesia acting up again. It’s only fair, you can’t expect us to remember every time we killed some thousands of brown people in some remote land. We’re busy over here, fighting for our rights to free stuff and unlimited sensual pleasures.
You know how, as people grow older, they become more and more conservative? Ugh, I can’t believe I’m that guy, before even turning 30. This might be due to more than just bitterness and being overworked. I think a lot of it has to do with nostalgia.
Even after long years of consideration, debate, and self-doubt, I’ve realised that I simply and honestly prefer lots of things how I remember them to the way they are now. Sure, progress is a staple of humanity and it’s unstoppable. But could we not have progressed more in some other directions? Ideas: Matches are still essentially the same as nearly two centuries ago, and so are sailboats.
Continue reading “The Glory Days of the Web”
by guest contributor Jack Baldwin
Why are you proud of your sexuality?
It seems this is the guise the LGBT movement uses to hide their real ulterior motives. Before moving on to what the movement is really trying to accomplish, allow me to go along with its poor alibi. I can agree that no one should be ashamed of anything in their identity which they have no control over (although that is apparently still up for debate, just ask my favourite person), but pushing that we should actually be proud of our sexuality or gender is a bit too much of a stretch, even for me, with my extremely socially liberal tendencies (ha, ha).
Allow me to break this down using homosexuality as an example. You are proud of being gay. If you are a man, you are proud of the fact that the chemicals in your brain react to external stimuli, let’s say an attractive man, and subsequently send blood to your penis, causing an erection. You’re essentially proud of a perfectly natural human bodily function. You may as well be proud of taking a shit.
Continue reading “Why LGBT Pride Month is (mostly) Bullshit.”
Surely humanity has now encountered the world’s second best personification of ultimate evil: Vladimir Putin. You must have heard of his unforgivable crimes against humanity; vicious tales of corruption during the Sochi games; “damning” tales of the murder of political dissidents and journalists; the spreading of Kremlin propaganda through government owned press (but who owns the American media?); the unlawful taking of Crimea; supporting Assad’s murderous regime. Surely all this suffices to identify him as a dictator with fascist tendencies – no room for redemption with wickedness this profound. Continue reading “MSM on Putin: Lies, Slander and Propaganda”