Trains of Thought...

Daddy’s little girl she appeared to be
But to everyone else who knew her
She was more then what you see
Her allure and sexiness did the job
Seducing boys & men,she did it all day long
James, Michael, Billy & Rob…
Her scandalous ways gave her fame
Through her heartless acts daddy’s girl aimed to cause nothing but pain
She vowed revenge against all men
As the one she once loved had broke her heart
Callous and cold she added names to her list
This guy, that guy, none of them could resist
And each and every morning…
She would leave with a smile
Daddy’s little girl spreading her…STI

Ok so everybody knows about the so-called knife epidemic, 20 teenagers have been killed in London and the media & government have everybody running scared of kids in hoods. Whilst i agree there is an obvious problem with some of the youth of today, matters only seem to be made worse by those in power.

Not the right sort of person

by Laurie Penny
June 13, 2008 at 9:09 am

Yesterday, on emerging from the bowels of the Picadilly line as is my wont at half six on a Thursday, I was dismayed to see a wall of armoured police surrounding a pair of electronic weapons-detecting barriers through which the good residents of Wood Green were being made to walk.

So I took it upon myself to engage a couple of members of Her Majesty’s Constabulary in conversation.

‘Why are the scanners up again?’

‘It’s a deterrent. You know, knife crime. You watch the news, don’t you?’

‘So what are they for?’

‘Well, to see if anyone’s carrying a knife.’

‘Is it against the law to refuse to go through, then? Say, what would happen if I just walked right round the edge?’

‘Well, you’re not exactly carrying a knife, are you?!’ Sner sner, oi lads look at the sweet little white girl in her cardie trying to be clever.

I tried a different tack. ‘So, how do these barriers tell if you’re carrying a knife rather than just, say, any old metal?’

‘They don’t. They’re quite neanderthal really. They just flash red when someone’s got metal.’

‘But hang on. The lights are flashing red for every other person. Why aren’t you stopping all those people?’

‘Well…’ indulgent little police-officer smile turns into get-rid-of-this-member-of-the-public grin ‘look, we just use our judgement - say, if someone like your good self set off the buzzers, well,’ looks me up and down ‘you’re clearly not the sort of person to be carrying a knife, are you?’

‘So what sort of people would you stop and search, then?’

‘Well, you watch the news.’

‘Of course I watch the news. What sort of people would you stop?’

‘You know, the sort of people who commit crimes. You watch the news.’

‘You haven’t answered my question.’

‘Are you a journalist?’

‘Absolutely.’

‘My colleagues and I aren’t trained for this. Bugger off and call the press office and go through those barriers while you’re about it.’

Stunned, I marched through the ancient plastic barriers, the metal buckles on my boots winking.

And the lights flashed red.

And nobody stopped me.

Its supposedly the summer holidays, but Britain being Britain the lack of good weather would suggest its more late September then early July. But right now the weather is the least of my complaints, recently my family moved to Canvey Island (where the fuck is that i bet your mumbling) well let me give you the downlow on the "wonderful" place that is Canvey.

It is in Essex, not bait Essex either like Upminster or Barking but deeeep Essex. Its 6 meters below sea-level ( so yeah if those sea levels keep rising believe my house will be one of the first to be fucked, wonders what the hell my mother was thinking when she moved here). The place only has 37,000 people which is obviously a whole lot less then the big LDN.

AND THAT IS ABOUT IT!...theres nothing more to this place, makes me want to jump into the lake behind my house everyday! Doesnt even have its own train station....my frustration builds day by day, thank god i have an escape in Uni and london is only 40 mins away.
Furthermore i still cant articulate my thoughts, hence the big gaps between posts...feeling to close down the blog. BUT i shall be back with something, interesting, maybe, i hope lol.

On another note

Marxism 2008:

Was quite an event, although i only went to one of the days it did leave me rather inspired although it further made me doubt the human race. At alk from ex-black panther David Hilliard, seemed to be the highight of most peoples day and the passion in the room was particuarly encouraging. There is alot wrong in society today, but aslong as there are always people willing to change things then there may just be an ounce of hope for this world.

Peace & Much Love To Ya...

War...

Story of the winner
So only one side we hear
Victorious in conquest
And all done through fear
Blood on their hands
As crimsons shores they have painted in another land
Children left fatherless...
and explanations they demand
White suits count the profits, of the oil contracts they have grabbed
They spare not a thought for those children who have lost their dads
But maybe they will learn after all
As outrage is made about the shocking death toll
Typical, they try to cover it all up by preaching of the changes they have made
and how now its a much better place
But the country they have torn to pieces sees it another way
Yet their complaints go unheard
and their anger grows day by day
Now the kid who was robbed of his father figure..
finds a solution for revenge
and since they used it on him why should he care..
So WAR he declares
In circles this whole fiasco goes
It appears there is no solution
As war has no end...

I been away for a hell of a long time, coursework and exam revision has had me tied up over the last few weeks. This blog is hardly a good piece of writing and i doubt it will even make that much sense, but i thought i would just raise a little point...sorry ladies



"pretty, witty, girly, whirly
one who likes to party but come home early
light kinda dark, short sorta tall
slim, kinda thick I swear I love 'em all"

Girls, Girls, Girls, i do adore..And i dont even discriminate i like 'em all. But i damn well don't understand them. I remember the days when i was in primary school chasing girls around the play ground with the aim to kiss them, it seemed so easy back then. You would have a girlfriend and you would let her wear your jacket or give her one of those 20p rings from a machine, you would break up with ease, didnt have to worry about dates and not once did they ever come across as the complex beings they would later turn in to.
But then things change up real quick, you get to secondary school, girls start developing breasts an attitude and begin to read glamour magazine and men have to deal with complexity that at times seems harder then brain surgery.

I will not go on the long rant i was going to, but i was just wondering about my personal favourite type of female at the minute...

The Danity Kane chick, these are the girls who blame everything their last man did on their new one because they are DAMAGED. I know its hard to get over ex's and stuff, but to bring your baggage from a old relationship to a new one and expect a guy to just to fix it is just short of being crazy.So why on earth do so many girls continue to do it?
If you find it that hard to put your trust in someone new, then i think its quite obvious that you aren't ready start a relationship. By putting blame on a new relationship or automatically thinking all guys are the same you are only condemning yourself to more heartache. And more often or not, you will lose out

Basically all im trying to say is....Where in the line of playing kiss chase and having 20p rings, did you come out to be confused/difficult people whose sole aim in life is to confuse a man.


Thats all folks...

His first 17 goals.

"The Kid" has been amazing this season, long may it continue especially against the Gunners tonight.

"She don't believe in shooting stars, but she believes in shoes and cars"

I love this line from flashing lights.
I think Kanye West perfectly summarise's what is wrong with alot of todays young females (in fact todays society in general).
On the other hand maybe what best describes our society, is that gold digging females like Heather "One Leg" Mills, do not need to have any positive input in making their partner successful to obtain millions in divorce settlements, maybe its the fact to get a television program on MTV in this day and age, all you need to be is rich and talentless (and you only need one of these to qualify by the way).
Myspace seems to have made celebrities out of the most ordinary of people, its not just musicians who can make themselves a fortune from the internet. It may seem a little harsh, but the most talentless people are able to make a myspace page in order to make themselves famous. Girls seem to have it the easiest, pose in your underwear, write a paragraph in your about me section, add hundreds upon hundreds of horny teenagers and BAM! youre in the big time.
Or if youre not into the whole social networking thing, just get a camcorder, do something really pathetic, put it in youtube and if its stupid enough i guarantee you will have a television program soon. I sound like a moany old man, but it seems that as human beings we value getting famous quick over anything else.
Our search for material wealth seems to be the be all and end all for most people.

Just look at children..
Girls as young as 10 are more interested in the latest fashions rather then taking time to grow up, mobile phones, ipods, jewelry, make up & shoes all seem to be valued over enjoying those precious years where you have to worry about very little. I know i would love to go back to the days of not paying bills, doing essays & having to do my own shopping. But kids would rather be like 'No talent' Hilton then do something decent.

We idolise the rich and famous so much that we cant wait to imitate them and as long as we are content with our own spoils, we will always moan about change but never actually be bothered to do anything about it.
To be honest i shouldnt be such a hypocrite i guess, i wear levi jeans, listen to lupe fiasco on my ipod and watch reality television. But at the same time i dont idolise any of these things like so many other people do, im not saying people shouldn't enjoy the riches around us just dont make life about such things.
I Shake my head when i see young teenage girls fretting about how they look, when in reality they should enjoy what they can now. And it makes me laugh that we idolise such talentless fools on television programs that are ran like animal experiments.

But hey, maybe i should just "click the red X in the top corner of the page".

On my recent 3 hour journey to the 'lovely' middle of England , i sat on the train with my ipod playing away, flicking through 'four four two'. When Bashy's song 'Black boys' came on, a few months ago this song was released to coincide with "black history month", it apprently caused some stir in the white community for being racist.
How? is the question that sprung to my mind, when Bashy was far from promoting black supremacy but celebrating how much blacks had achieved.
Anyways i sat in my seat (which had cost me £25 return, bang bang young persons rail card gang) boppin my head to the beat, i listened to the names that Bashy "spat", Wiley, Kano,Dizzee, Jermaine Defoe, Swiss, So Solid, Lethal B... And i thought to myself is that all the black role models there are to look at? Sports star,Musician, sports star, musician,musician, sports star....oh wait, no theres Trevor Mcdonald, Sir Trevor i should say. But then it reverted back to the same routine, of musician,sports star, musician etc.
Undoubtedly musicians and sports stars show any one it is possible to rise to fame and riches, but are the target audience being wrongly given a false dream. Now many would take the song for what it is, a celebration of successful black Britons (despite some questionable inclusions) but myself i began to wonder why it was only sports stars and musicians being offered as role models for young black males.
Had the names of Harold Moody, Benjamin Zephaniah, Paul Boateng, Bishop Wilfred Wood and many other historical black Britons been left out because all black boys are now expected to be no more then entertainers, or is it purely down to the fact black boys do not want to be anything more than a entertainer. I mean i am all for people making their riches being a musician or sports star, but does education take a backseat when it comes to black boys?
Many government reports have often said that black boys stop excelling once they leave primary school, although a lot has been made of this issue, very little has changed as more and more black boys seem to fall into the trap. A number of black boys seek sports and music as alternatives to education, many going onto college to take courses in these to subjects.
Whilst i feel that education is not for everyone, a lot less emphasis is given to black boys when it comes to staying in school and doing more academic courses.
Whose fault that is, is a entirely different train of thought.

But it does bring me on to another point, whilst at Brunel seeing some friends, i got into a discussion and someone made the statement. "why should it be seen as an achievement for a black boy to go to university"
Obviously it is an achievement for anybody to go to university, but i knew exactly what he meant. Surely we should expect black boys to go to university rather then see it as a surprise.

Or does this go back to the fact of black boys being seen as entertainers first and foremost?

Maybe we should take a lesson from across the Atlantic..

Although more openly racist within America, it seems it is a lot easier for black people to become far more successful on the other side of the Atlantic. Not that, that means everything is all honky dory over there, but Barack Obama made a statement that probably wasn't far from the truth. He claimed that only in America could a black person get as far as he had. A black person has never been as close to number 10 Downing Street as Barack is to the white house, nor as a black person held such important positions as have Condoleeza Rice (and no you jackass its not a rice you can eat), or Colin Powell have done in recent times. Surely black people should be seeking to celebrate achievements such as these ones, rather then the ones that are so regularly shown to us.

I think once we make strides in these areas, we can truly say "Brap, black boys up in this bitch".