Bye bye Murdoch – how you can help set-up a media revolution in the UK

Pride's Purge


Our media is not fit for purpose.

More than ever we need an independent media in this country – to help hold power to account.

To achieve this, we need media that is truly free of corporate and government influence – especially their money, and their power.

That’s why I am proud to be part of a group of independent media organisations who are setting up The Media Fund.

You can get a lot more detailed information about the project here:

The Media Fund: help finance the UKs media revolution

With a little funding, I am personally aiming to launch a new investigative organisation – Torchlight UK– which will be attempting to shine a light into the dark corners of the UK establishment, revealing and making public hidden connections between UK politicians, media and big business.

Please help by either making a donation to the fund, or help spread the word by…

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The etymology of the name ‘Donald Trump’ means ‘The Great Deceiver’ in old English

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Apparently evangelical Christians in the US voted en masse for Donald Trump because they believe it is “God’s will” that Trump becomes President and the most powerful person in the world.

So why is it not even one of them has noticed that Trump’s name literally means “The Great Deceiver” – or in other words another name for Satan and the name of the person who is supposed to bring about the end of the world in the book of Revelations.

The name Donald in old English or Celtic means “great ruler”:


… and the original meaning of Trump in old English was “to deceive”:


There are a few other things that might freak out evangelicals who voted for Trump too:


Why not have fun freaking out religious right-wing Trump supporters by sharing this information with them …

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Knock Out!


Here are some words from an article typed by a dickhead …

“regressive left”
“lofty liberal ideals espoused by such leftists and their sordid output”
“regressive leftist denouncers of “Islamophobia””
“regressive leftists”
“regressive leftists”
“turncoat pseudo-liberals”
“progressive journalists”
“regressive leftists”
“regressive leftist attacks”
“So-called progressives”
“those who mouth liberal shibboleths”

A “theme” emerges.

The article was typed by one Jeffrey Taylorin defence ofAyaan Hirsi Ali, a woman who, as Taylor notes, ”suffered genital mutilation, donned the hijab and joined the Muslim Brotherhood, escaped a forced marriage and fled Africa for Holland, mastered Dutch and earned a graduate degree from a prestigious university, abandoned Islam after the 9/11 attacks awakened her intellectually, got herself elected to the Dutch parliament, publicly denounced the abuse suffered by immigrant Muslim women in Holland, wrote the screenplay for a short film about misogyny in Islam (for which its director, Theo van Gogh

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Field Marshal Horatio Herbert Kitchener 8: What Happened? None of Your Bloody Business.

Cover up.

First World War Hidden History

Marwick Head on a quiet evening. In a force 9 gale it is a death-trap.

On 5 June 1916, at 7.45 pm GMT, an urgent telegraph was sent from Birsay Post Office to Kirkwall and Stromness. It read ‘Battle cruiser seems in distress between Marwick Head and the Brough of Birsay.’ Twenty minutes later the words ‘vessel down’ followed. [1] The cruiser was about a mile and a half from shore in tempestuous swells but clearly visible to the naval watching-post on land. Marwick Head is a jagged coastal fortress of cliffs and unwelcoming rocks. If there is such a place as the perfect ambush point for a ship such that the chances of survival are minimal, then it’s Marwick Head. The escort vessels, having failed to keep pace with the faster cruiser in such awful weather, had been ordered back to Scapa Flow. [2] There were witnesses. Joe Angus, a gunner in the Orkney Territorial Forces shore patrol [3] saw a great cloud of…

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I’m in, but let’s learn from this poisonous EU campaign: we must organise 


The World Turned Upside Down

I will be voting remain today, but mentally speaking, and most of the time, I’ve been completely disengaged from this referendum. It’s one that’s been fought almost entirely on the terrain of the right and their friends in the press. Some people have tried to inject some rational arguments and socialist politics into the campaign, but it’s been drowned by the white noise of anti-immigrant rhetoric – very little of which has any logical basis, and therefore almost impossible to fight, especially without an emotional pull of our own. Not only is this a referendum not of our choosing, but it has been designed not to allow alternative voices: you’re either “taking control” of Britain’s borders or you’re saving Britain for big capital.
It is a sign of our weakness that the left have been drowned out – and we should reflect on that. Since 2004, we’ve left the terrain…

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Flanders and Swan on Pretencious Smut


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Okay, I put up a piece a few minutes, which used Tom Lehrer’s satirical song ‘Smut’ to attack the moral panic about pornography on the Net. I share the same fears as the people worried about the exposure of children to porn and other unsuitable material. However, I’m also afraid that these perfectly natural, perfectly decent fears are being used to justify a broader campaign of censoring anything of which the Right disapproves, even if it has little or nothing to do with the sex.

The other side of this issue, is that a lot of intellectual and cultural pseuds have promoted some real rubbish as being high art or great literature, when it’s just basically filth. This pretty much describes, in my opinion, nearly everything ever produced by Damian Hirst and Tracy Emin and many of the rest of the Young British Artists, as promoted by the Turner Prize…

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A Whistlestop Tour Of F**king Up Everything

Spot On. History will see you as a chronicler of the age.



I found a notebook a while ago – still unpacking boxes in the little flat I moved into in July – with a few scribbled songs and poems in that I wrote when I was unemployed and life was, well, pretty crap. Hungry, cold, miserable, angry, crap. This was a huge punch in the guts to rediscover, especially as on a facing page were the benefit calculations the Government website said I should be receiving as a single parent to a then-two-year-old, compared to the payments that were actually going in (or not, due to delays, suspensions, recalculations, etc.) I wrote to stay sane, I wrote to purge, I wrote to rage, I wrote to communicate, I wrote because sometimes it feels like the only thing I can do.

This morning I was alerted to a blog post, about me, that can only be described as a horribly gaslighting piece…

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