What IS the point of voting?

What is the point of voting? What happened at the last election? Really?

There were 45,597,461 registered voters on the UK Parliamentary register for 2010 general elections.

There were 29,991,471 ballots returned by the close of poll, including those postal votes which were rejected before the count and those ballots which were rejected at the count. This information is in the ‘Administrative data’ spreadsheet on the Electoral Commission website.

The table below shows the total votes that were cast for each party.

Party Seats 2010         Votes 2010
Con 306                        10,703,654
Lab 258                           8,606,517
LD 57                               6,836,248

What is the point of voting? I am not making a statement, I am asking a question.

Now, if you need any clarification of the point that Russell Brand was making, here’s my own personal reflection based on experience. In the 1990s Tony Blair became leader of the Labour Party. The Labour Party was a left-wing socialist party back then. They had strong links with trade unions and were seen as the party to that looked out for the ‘little guy’. When Tony Blair took over it became ‘New Labour’. We were told by the complicit media that New Labour was ‘centre-left’. History has taught us different. New Labour got busy privatising things, Tony Blair gave praise to Margaret Thatcher, and everybody got sick of Tony Blair. Who last I heard since he left office Tony Blair was getting paid 1.2 million a year as a consultant for JP Morgan. Politicians should perhaps not be allowed to work for international banks after they leave office, he may have been asked to do things in office for his 1.2 million a year that he got when he left.

So the choices we were left with was the right-wing Conservative Party or… the right-wing Labour Party. Much point voting? Well there was still the Liberal Democrats, but the Lib Dems have now had their head so far up David Cameron’s… you get my point, the Lib Dems are pretty much the Conservative Party now.

So, what is the point of voting?

45 million registered voters. 29 million ballots returned.
So next time, really, will it make more sense to no vote at all? Or will it make more sense to spoil your ballot to make a point? Tick ‘none of the above’ as in the movie ‘Brewsters Millions’? Or vote for the Green Party and pray they know as much about budgets, education and fixing roads as they do about endangered species?

Got any answers?


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Divine Masculine meets Divine Feminine (PART 1)

Deepak Chopra said “Life is the harmonious interaction
of the masculine and feminine.” Harmony, no splinter faction.
There is the Divine Feminine within All,Both men and women.
Whether hemisphere’s of the brain, or of the spirit, we’re all human.
It’s time to transform our world into harmony and Sacred Union.
Whether holding back with tantric or in frantic communion.Whether father sun meets …mother nature, or is met by mother Earth.
Know the sun loves you and Earth loves you and the sun since birth.

Time to awaken divine masculine archetypes, goin in hard with mics,
Osiris, wearing marks of Christ. Merlin and King Arthur, in dark nights.

King Arthur rides on these fools with the hardest knights,

searching for the holy grail, Like the Last Crusade, rocking chain-mail….But ask the moon what…
were they searching for if the Holy Grail is a moon cup?Was the masculine castrated by feminism, not the way the west is livin,
But wise women were repressed by witch burning. that’s a given.Now it’s time to find balance and harmony. (Yin to the yang y’all)
While the voice of divine feminine’s calming me… (King in a Kangol.)

love is great zdbAldT
(artwork by Android Jones, available from http://www.androidjones-obtain.com

5 Keys to get in the Genius Zone when there’s boring stuff to do

This helped me alot, so I’m sharing it in the hope that it’ll help other people.

The Handmade Life

newspaper shoes

When was the last time you got fully into your flow?

You know those moments, flashes, or even whole projects when you are just COOOKING ON GAS and doing exactly what you were put on this earth to do.

mmm MMM!

Yet, how many times have you resisted letting yourself into that genius space in the first place….. for fear that you’ll never come back.

A little too much fun today and tomorrow you’ll have run off with the gypsies tomorrow. You know.

That kind of fear can lead to a diet of too much “practical”, “sensible” and “responsible”.

To shutting down, drying up, losing track, and everything turning grey…. all symptoms of miserly time hanging out with the muse.

Eventually, you get sick of it all.

You escape to the studio/the woods/your notebook for a long deep drink, a night of passion with your creative lover…

Then sooner or…

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MEDIA HYPE – a poem – Don’t Hate the Media, Replace The Media – a point of view

MEDIA HYPE ‘Don’t Hate the Media, Replace The Media – a point of view’

I am taking commissions. Cash and/or trade. I was requested to write a piece about the mainstream media inspired by the Leveson Inquiry which resulted in one of my new favourites…

‘Don’t Hate the Media, Replace The Media – a point of view’

Let’s investigate the culture, practices and ethics of the press

it makes Some people vegetate, 

regurgitates prejudice and dogma between page 3 breasts, but mate,

Tends to denegrate the people yet Defend the state. 

Let’s investigate the culture, practices and ethics of the press

Like the Leveson Inquiry… and more likely activists who inspired me.

One editor and one journalist for the News of the World

Convicted of hacking voicemails, it made the news round the world

 The mainstream media appears to me to be an unethical amoral

tool for control, it’s not your friend – I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.

 “Masses misled by mainstream media

Owned by select few, they’ve been deceiving ya!”

Doesn’t even matter to this rapper slash poet slash

…Entrepreneur – you don’t have to be a corporate capitalist for manifesting cash.

The mainstream didn’t tell ya about Icelands peaceful

Economic revolution for the people

 Or Bolivia writing rights for Mother Earth and nature

Good news doesn’t sell so they’d rather you think your neighbours hate ya.

They didn’t give accurate figures for any protest I witnessed or heard

From direct eyewitnesses who observed. That’s my word.

 Quote KRS-One – “use your real eyes

To realise… These real lies” – wisdom.

 …And never trust a ‘Tell-Lie-Vision’….

But the indigo generation has third eyes open, 

We hear the newscasters but think “you must be jokin’!”

But Indigo is just another point of view

Just another story, but what’s the point to you?

Can we trust Russia Today, Prison Planet, Mr Alistair Jaze3ra?

Who will tell the truth and bring the news nearer or clearer? 

Alex Jones, Max Keiser,David Wilcock? Is Jeremy Paxman host with the most?

David Icke? Henrik from Redice? Or George Noory coast to coast? 

What’s disinformation? What’s selling fear for wealth? 

You never know so just follow your heart and just trust in yourself x


Or simply… The mainstream media appears to be Babylons mouthpiece from which politicians spout lies and entertainment reinforces stereotypes and I’m disappointed in humanity in general for still naively believing that newspapers will tell you the truth and that television isn’t manipulated by corporate interests. However more and more people appear to be waking up. “Do not hate the media. Become the media.” I dont know where I first read it but I think it’s good advice. Why focus on the problem when you can become the solution? 


If you’ve read this far I will consider myself “successful media” for what I perceive to be ‘Positive Propaganda’. 


“Be the change you want to see”, Mahatma Gandhi.


xxx xxxxx xxxxxxxx


(might edit out or alter the lines about the alleged Indigo Generation and send it again but this is a version for now at least. Let me know what you think.)

Ps I am taking commissions. Cash and/or trade   x




Identity Crisis – A useful cog in society or a spanner in the works of the ‘Evil Empire’?

I am having a real life identity crisis. There is no ‘I’, the appearance separation is an illusion.

Is this a cry for attention, a creative outlet, or evidence of something serious? Maybe all of the above to be honest, people are dynamic and ever changing and something that seems serious one moment seems comical or inconsequential the next day sometimes.

I am indeed having an identity crisis, I won’t call it a mid-life crisis cos I expect to live longer than that. And I chose to tell all my friends on facebook? Yes, there’s a reason, social media is no replacement for being social, facebook is no replacement for face to face, having 4000 not-real friends may have just made me more lonely but we’ll get to that by the end. It’s all about balance.

This ‘crisis’ mainly brought on by the fact that I used to squat, I paid no taxes and I accepted no benefits. This is because I wanted none of my money to get spent on bombing children. I went to the biggest protest this country had ever seen against the war in Iraq and it did nothing. Now I pay tax and accept benefits, in fact I have just sent off four years of tax returns.
Balance. Have I ‘grown up’ or have I ‘sold out’? These are just labels, immature generalisations, what matters is how I feel. At some points it made me feel accomplished, productive and sometimes it made me feel complicit and used.
So, I used to be a squatter on the edge of society, I was eventually in my 30s squatting and after spending Britain’s coldest winter for about a decade in a squatted warehouse with no central heating while watching half my friends leave to spend the winter in India I decided I didn’t want to be in my 40s and squatting.
There were other reasons. It’s hard to make money with no address, I decided I could promote my music more efficiently with money and I could help more people with money. I also owed friends money and was watching rubbish rappers with more money to promote them sell more music.
Balance. Yes, accepting benefits means I live more comfortably but it also means I help more people.
Now we get to facebook and social media. The NSA have access to everything. They probably don’t read everything cos that would take man-power (woman power) and time. But they can.
When I was squatting and had little or no money cos I didn’t need a job with no rent, wanted to write poems, and didn’t want to rely on an amoral government – the cheapest most efficient way to promote my music and spread political info was facebook. From the start we suspected facebook was a CIA tool and we used fake names and didn’t write about the activist actions that I was once a part of (after my parents house got broken into after a particularly subversive interview my activism has taken a backseat and I stick to social activism. I’m not paranoid, I’m experienced, my level-headed father thought it was an agency that broke in based on my recent activities, I’m on lists I wish I wasn’t.)
Every day I use facebook I question my complicity.
Balance. Facebook, a tool of the ‘evil empire’ or the cheapest most efficient way to tell people about the ‘evil empire’?
But let me tell you a true story. There is a man in Bristol, I’d like to call him a friend, I like him and we get on fine but I see him rarely and he intimidates me. It’s not his fault he intimidates me, it’s my own insecurity (and I tell you this on facebook?) Not cos he scares me but because he inspires me in that he has done more for the cause than I will ever have the balls to do. He has been arrested in Palestine for his principles and he has been arrested in the UK for damage caused to an arms manufacturer. I respect this. The last time I saw him was at am Immortal Technique concert and I really did not know what to say because the truth is the honest thing to say would be “you make me feel inadequate”.
This is where it gets synchronic, ironic and downright interesting.
Two people ‘liked’ one of my poems on facebook recently, both had been to Palestine. (Neither were my lady who has also been to Palestine.) One of these were the activist who makes me feel inadequate. It upsets me that something as superficial as a facebook ‘like’ can have a positive effect on my self esteem but such is the nature of reality.

The fact that two activists I know personally, and I respect principally have shown appreciation for my poem about world politics makes me feel a bit better. Even if that relied on facebook. But do not get me wrong, social media is no replacement for social interaction and facebook is no replacement for face to face talking with friends and a facebook friend is not necessarily a real friend.

Nothing is inherently bad or good, we just label these things, but essentially they are part of us as we are part of each other. The head judges but the heart just loves.
So my head can judge my identity but essentially no matter what lifestyle I’m living other people can and will judge it and I can either choose to be a neurotic bitch (or bastard) or I can get on with it and fill out my late tax returns so HMRC don’t fine me.

I reserve the right to run away somewhere hot to grow food and live in a caravan.

So I shared this on facebook because while it is a database we profile ourselves on it is also the cheapest most effective way for me to share ideas. It is also the fastest way for me to share emotions and receive feedback on my thoughts. I know I invite judgment and I know I will react sensitively to it (and possibly delete this post) but I also invite empathy. And to be perfectly honest, I woke up at 5:30am with these thoughts in my head, I’m suffering an identity crisis and I could do with the empathy.

Kev the Poet? But there is no ‘I’ for the appearance of separation is an illusion. But I fall for it every day, and some days I prefer the illusion I used to be. The one who woke up in a cold damp warehouse with rats for his principles. But principles can’t buy food and rat piss can kill you.

{photo by Fish}

mystic Kev