#Corbyn vs the Media and the Snakes #ge17 – A brief history of the Media Lying About Corbyn and the Infilltration of real Labour with ‘New’ Labour aka Tory-lite.

Okay… I wrote the following. I have a good grasp of political history but I don’t own a TV or read newspapers so please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. I reserve the right to delete the whole thing if it generates negativity.

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As far as I can tell the media has been calling Corbyn a weak leader for years even though he’s a strong leader with alot of support, so that has become the public perception.

AND it’s extra confusing because he has the core values of ‘original’ Labour, socialism which is essentially sharing, but he does have conflict within his party from the people who came in with and since Tony Blair in the 90s. But Tony Blair basically had Tory values, and snuck them into ‘New’ Labour so the conflict is unfair.

And on top of that none of the parties have a consensus on Brexit. The Tories are the only party apart from UKIP that want 100 percent to get out so all the other parties are confused about what they’d do if they won. Because none of the other main parties are 100 percent in or out and if we did decide to stay in Europe we’ve been so rude and obnoxious they’d probably tell us to fuck off. Essentially Theresa May seems to have

called an election because the press has done a good job of making all the other parties look weak and have literally lied about Corbyn‘s lack of support.

 

He doesn’t have support in his own party because it got infiltrated by snakes and Thatcherites under Blair and New (fake) Labour. BUT he has loads of grassroots support from the actual public who turn up to his speeches and rallies and the thousands that joined Labour just to vote for him. So the lack of support is accurate in a way but he lacks support from people who supported the war criminal Tony Blair. BUT the weak leadership claim is a lie, it’s bullshit cos a weak leader would have run away from the snakes, the lying media, and the attacks on everything from his cheap suit (🤔) to his front garden (🤔) years ago.

 

On another level though I’m fully confused about this. On at least 3 levels.

1 – if they count the votes does it matter because most people are manipulated by The Sun to vote Murdoch’s way. Is your vote gonna make a difference among the millions of manipulated sheep?
2 – how much are the strings pulled behind the scenes early? Labour didn’t win for years until it was New Labour and Tony Blair was leader – and he pushed Thatcher’s Tory agenda.
3 – the illusion, on the most extreme side of the conspiracy theories – do they even count the votes at all or is it all a scam?
4 – on the personal integrity level – does voting make me complicit in a system I fundamentally disagree with to be governed by laws that are amoral and unfair? Or is not voting asking for it. Either way it feels like I’m saying “go ahead walk all over me”. Basically I think the whole system has to change on such a fundamental level that the only practical way to do what I think needs to be done is start a new political party, AND a new religion, and stand for office based on principles of love and unity and say the sort of things that will either get me killed or sectioned. Just voting might not be enough for me.

BUT Tory austerity is killing people.
If all of us vote and nothing changes, then we know for sure. Then we can consider a revolutionary change of tactics.

 

Basically beyond voting I think the best thing you can do for the planet is move somewhere your taxes do not support austerity and war and live a life more sustainably as an example of a positive alternative, I dunno, maybe grow some olive trees and agave trees and collect spring water.

 

Okay, I haven’t ranted like this for months. Partly because I have a job now but i’m on half term. Partly because an election was declared and that always takes me out of enjoying the now and into indulging in the story.
I will continue to educate from my perspective but you vote for who you want, I don’t want to know what you’re doing. And it’s far too sunny to argue on Facebook.
At the end of the day it’s still be the change. If I stay in this country I’ll either have to start a new political party or a new religion so I can stop paying taxes into a system that robs from the poor to give to the rich (austerity and NHS destruction) and spends those taxes on bombing brown children for oil and gas (we shouldn’t still be using) while refusing to allow refugees from the countries we’ve destabilised for oil and gas.
But I’m not currently earning enough to leave realistically. So I’ll stop telling people what to do while I work out how to be the change I want to see.
Rather than bitching and spreading my frustration it may be more beneficial to simply express the truth as I see it and remind you – it’s sunny outside xxx

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http://www.thelondoneconomic.com/tle-pick/think-jeremy-corbyn-is-a-loser-oh-dear-youve-been-brainwashed/18/08/

 

 

Humans – accidental hypocrites with cognitive dissonance? Not if we accept unity

The sooner we can accept that we can want two contradictory things at the same time the saner and happier we’ll be. People with no morals have less cognitive dysfunction in this area because, I assume, they rarely worry about wanting things that they shouldn’t. But nice people, we’re often in denial.
Like real musicians and healers in denial of wanting money, hippies who like martial arts in denial that some part of them likes violence etc. etc. These are all things I identify with to some agree, I’m not pointing fingers.

Yes, I did put myself in the “nice person” category, I respect humility so part of me is in denial of my high opinion of myself, and everyone respects confidence so paradoxically part of me is in denial of aspects of low self esteem. Rather than having one or the other both states, humility, arrogance, low esteem and confidence all compete for supremacy depending on the moment. And yes I am aware that on some level we’re all nice people. But on another level some of you are selfish and mean cos that’s what experience has taught you to be. I don’t think many people in my friendlist are like that.

 

To a certain extent we are all accidental hypocrites, our subconscious mind has needs and desires that our conscious mind would rather not admit to itself let alone other people.

 

 

LYRICS! #Duckworth by Kendrick and #Tabernacle by Royce (props to #rapgenius) – The force works in mysterious ways…

“Mumble-rap” may be a term invented by aging rap journalists. But auto-tuned mumbling about opiates and “turning up” doesn’t do this to heads or hearts…
Duckworth by Kendrick…
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[Intro]
It was always me versus the world
Until I found it’s me versus me
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Just remember what happens on earth stays on earth!
We gon’ put it in reverse
[Snippet]
Darling I told you many times
And I am telling you once again
Just to remind you sweetheart that my—
[Verse]
Oh Lamar, Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard
Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark
Fellowship with demons and relatives, I’m a star
Life is one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin’, infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my thoughts
Children listen, it gets deep
See once upon a time inside the Nickerson Garden projects
The object was to process and digest poverty’s dialect
Adaptation inevitable, gun violence, crack spot
Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals
Anthony was the oldest of seven
Well respected, calm and collected
Laughin’ and joking made life easier
Hard times, momma on crack
A four-year-old telling his nanny he needed her
His family history pimpin’ and bangin’
He was meant to be dangerous
Clocked him a grip and start slangin’
Fifteen scrapin’ up his jeans with quarter pieces
Even got some head from a smoker last weekend
Dodged a policeman workin’ for his big homie
Small time hustler, graduated to a brick on him
Ten thousand dollars out of a project housing
That’s on the daily, seen his first mil twenty years old
Had a couple of babies, had a couple of shooters
Caught a murder case, fingerprints on the gun
They assumin’, but witnesses couldn’t prove it
That was back when he turned his back
And they killed his cousin
He beat the case and went back to hustlin’
Bird shufflin’, Anthony rang
The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang
That 5.0 thing, they say 5-0 came
Circlin’ parkin’ lots and parking spots
And hoppin’ out while harrasing the corner blocks
Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it
He brushed them off and walked back
To the Kentucky Fried Chicken
See at this chicken spot
There was a light-skinned nigga that talked a lot
With a curly top and a gap in his teeth
He worked the window, his name was Ducky
He came from the streets the Robert Taylor Homes
Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome
Drove to California with a woman on him and 500 dollars
They had a son hoping that he’d see college
Hustlin’ on the side with a nine to five to freak it
Cadillac Seville, he’d ride his son around on weekends
Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket
‘Cross the street from the projects
Anthony planned to rob it
Stuck up the place before back in ’84
That’s when affiliation was really eight gears of war
So many relatives telling us, selling us devilish works
Killing us crime, intelligent, felonious
Prevalent proposition with nines
Ducky was well aware, they robbed the manager
And shot a customer last year
He figured he’d get on these niggas good sides
Free chicken every time Anthony posted in line
Two extra biscuits, Anthony liked him and then let him slide
They didn’t kill him, in fact it look like
They’re the last to survive
Pay attention, that one decision changed both of they lives
One curse at a time, reverse the manifest
And good karma and I’ll tell you why
You take two strangers
And put ’em in random predicaments
Give ’em a soul so they can
Make their own choices and live with it
Twenty years later them same strangers
You make ’em meet again
Inside recording studios where they reaping their benefits
Then you start reminding ’bout that chicken incident
Whoever thought the greatest rapper
Would be from coincidence
Because if Anthony killed Ducky
Top Dawg could be servin’ life
While I grew up without a father and die in a gunfight
(Gunshot)
 https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-duckworth-lyrics

 

Listen to Duckworth by Kendrick, then listen to Tabernacle by Royce Da 5’9 about how he met Eminem the day his relative died and his son was born and tell me that spirit doesn’t work through “coincidence”. Synchronicity, serendipity, whether you want to call it God or not the universe just seems to want some things to happen.

 

[Intro]
Yeah
I wanna share some shit with y’all
All truth, all truth

[Verse 1]
Like I’m standing inside a Tabernacle
I promised not to lie in not one of these verses

I started out as a battle rapper
All I knew was Maxells, ADATs, DATs and gats
My name is Ryan Daniel Montgomery
Recovering alcoholic, I grew up on 9 Mile

I’m not a gangster, drug dealer or thug nigga
Just an MC who made a name with his rhyme style

Sometime around ’95 I found my calling
And that all coincides with the time that I found my darling

Now later on in the story I tell you her significance
But now let’s talk about me, specifically
Three brothers and one sister see
My daddy taught me consistency with his fucking patterns
Hallelujah I’m the son of a addict

My addiction was music
All I would do is go to the studio and The Shelter
And listen to Redman and Heltah Skeltah

[Interlude 1]
Aye y’all remember that one joint from the Heltah Skeltah album called… Sean Price be like, “I’m not sure any…” yeah that was my shit. I used to bump that shit all day. By this time I knew I wanted to be an artist, I didn’t want to be anything else. You know, but my mom had plans for me, she wanted me to go to school, so you know

[Verse 2]
To make mom’s happy
I took some general courses in college
Took the bus until I got hella bored with that
Because the bus stop I had to walk to

Was right across from the first studio I ever recorded at
Now I would have to assume that
It was either meant for me to be rapping
Or meant for me to be laughing at God’s
Geographical humor

As soon as I stepped foot in the open-mic it was like a reunion
I was a shoe-in
I met Kino there too
And he asked me to manage me

And that was back in like, let me see
’97, my girl was pregnant
Hurdles was prevalent
And it was therapeutic just for me to breathe into my mic

Started learning why the lord put certain people in my life
And the way he started blessing me, uh
I guess before my inner-demons got the best of me
Like sneezing was my vice

Needless to say that December 29th was the day I became a believer in fate

[Interlude 2]
Okay now it’s December 28th, my day has gone great. Kino booked me a show under contract to do that night. I got a call from my girl’s people saying she’s in labor in the hospital right now, 9th floor. I get on the elevator. Elevator stops on the 5th floor, elevator opens up, my uncle’s standing there crying. Now I’m caught off guard, I’m like, what the fuck?

[Verse 3]
My uncle standing there like “Ryan, they that way”
I walk out, I see my momma and that entire side of my family
Looking like there’s some kind of drama happenin’
I said “what happened”
They like “Granny’s been in a bad accident, and it ain’t looking good”
I’m like “man, what?”
I’m having a baby four floors up

Before I froze up
I’m trying to figure out why the Lord chose us
Or maybe chose me
To ride in this emotionally roller coaster
My momma said “the baby here yet?”
I said “maybe”
She said “maybe? Baby, go see”
I walk away feeling like a good father, the same time as a terrible son
Get to my girl she 5 centimetres dilated so I waited
She got to get to ’bout nine ’til it’s that time

And meanwhile I’m more popular in this hospital than the doctors
Nurses watching, whispering like “that’s the one right there
Who got a lady in labor 9 and another lady dying on 5”

[Interlude 3]
By this time I don’t even fuckin’ remember that I got a show. Somebody had to remind me. The doors was already open at the venue. I got emotions runnin’ every which way. All the nurses and stuff is like, “We’ll keep you posted about the baby, we’ll keep you posted about your granny.” I didn’t like seeing my mama like that, so I had to get out of there

[Verse 4]
Yeah, I hit the stage at 11:50, killed it
I got off at about midnight

With about six types of different emotions floatin’ around inside me
Hopeless, tryna find me
Hopin’ in time God’ll guide me
In the future, just as I was about to leave out
I saw Kino talkin’ to Marshall and then he introduced us
We talked about collaboratin’ and how chasin’ this rap thing is aggravatin’
But I’ll get back, I got the family waitin’
I get to skatin’

As soon as I get to the hospital they tell me that my granny didn’t make it
She just died, I’m feelin’ helpless, it hurt me
On the flip side, my little boy is healthy in the nursery
I picked him up, looked in his eyes for the first time and just cried

Ain’t no denyin’ this is the power of God
I said, “I love you, Granny” and looked to the sky
Like even though he just got here, goodbye

[Outro]
This is how the story goes
Powerful day
Powerful day
Most significant day in my life. I mean aside from meetin’ my man Marshall, my son bein’ born and my granny dying on the same day. My grandma didn’t live anywhere near that hospital. I learned a lot this day. I learned that the universe has this way of balancing itself out. For me to lose such a beautiful soul in my granny, and gain such a beautiful soul with my first born son, little Royce, it showed me that God is real. God is real. And you know what they say: God giveth, God taketh away

https://genius.com/Royce-da-59-tabernacle-lyrics