Austerity – It doesn’t work!!

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The main trouble with austerity, apart from the fact that it makes millions of ordinary people poor, puts even more money in the pockets of the uber-rich, ruins pensions, public services and conditions of service, is that it simply does not work.

In Britain we ordinary people are heaps worse off but the debt is still the same; the borrowing increasing.

It is obvious to any numbskull why. If you reduce wages of ordinary people they pay less taxes. You cannot pay off your debt; you cannot generate growth.

In order to get out of debt you have to earn enough to pay it off.

What we should have done is to make cuts of all the frivolous waste without hitting the workers.

What the Tories did, which was ideologically driven, was use austerity as an excuse to do what they love doing which is to slash public services. They gave tax hand-outs to the rich and still have not closed the tax loop-holes for corporations and the rich.

Austerity is a political excuse.

The answer is to cut the frills, stimulate growth and pay off the debt.

 

Roy Harper – trial update

This is about where we are:

http://www.eveshamjournal.co.uk/news/11758728.Roy_Harper_s_former_partner_gives_evidence_from_California/

All Roy has to do is show his tackle to the court and I think he’s home and dry.

Taliban, Al-Shabaab, Al-Qaeda, Boko Haraam, ISIS and a dozen more Jihadist terror organisations – founded on oil.

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The barbaric thrust of these groups is to create terror and subjugate.

They believe that all non-believers are subhuman and can be slaughtered with impunity.

Their aim is to bring their distorted version of Islam to the world and impose their mediaeval sharia law on everyone. If they had their way all our women would be locked up in doors, dressed in veils from head to foot, and forbidden to be educated, to drive, vote or walk alongside their men. Alcohol would be banned. Music would be banned and we would all be walking about looking like part actors in a biblical film. There would be public lashings and executions.

Now I am quite happy if people down my street or in another country voluntarily wish to live like that. That’s their choice. What I object to is the imposition of these practices on unwilling participants.

The funding for this present is being bankrolled from billionaires in Saudi. The oil bonanza is fuelling this. When the oil dries up their money will dry up and they will return to be inconsequential.

This version of Islam has no future. The indoctrinated ‘product’ of the Madrasas will not be the scientists and technologists of the future. For that you need a good education. When the oil money dries up so will their importance.

Long live green energy and thank heavens for good education.

The only way to deal with fascism is through education!

Roy Harper – I Hate The Whiteman – Lyrics of a Dissident hoisted on his own petard!

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When Roy Harper wrote these words he was attacking all the things about the society he was spawned from that he found detestable. He was in effect taking on the brunt of the establishment. Who would have thought that it would take forty years for it to come and bite him on the bum.

The young Roy Harper was vitriolic in his attack on what the pervading culture of the ‘White Man’ was doing around the world with its creed of selfishness, exploitation and greed.

He harks back to an age where men were free to walk, hunt and live without the petty restrictions, hypocrisy and dubious morals of the world we were building.

He looked at the propaganda in the newspapers, the ever present threat of nuclear annihilation and the alcohol soaked pavements of our cities where mindless humanity obeyed the rules and drowned their sorrows as they live in a plastic, empty society devoid of meaning and purpose. Where anybody who rebels is cowed with teargas and batons, even guns. Power and might is always right.

He even turns the power of his poetry against himself and his impotence.

What an incredibly powerful indictment of the world we have created.

What a sad state of affairs when our leading dissident is now being hauled over the coals in the courtrooms of this mad society. You don’t think there’s any connection do you? It couldn’t be a conspiracy could it?

I Hate the Whiteman

Far across the ocean
In the land of look and see
There once was a time
For you and me

Where the winds blow sweetly
And the easy seas flow still
And where the barefoot dream of life
Can laugh and cry its fill

Where slot machine confusions
And the plastic universe
Are objects of amusement
In the fiction of their curse

And where the crazy whiteman
And his teargas happiness
Lies dead and long since buried
By his own fantastic mess

For I hate the whiteman
And his plastic excuse
For I hate the whiteman
And the man who turned him loose…

And the reins of coloured thunder
Of the stallion of the dawn
Ride the coalfire morning
On the beach where all is born

Where the emperor of meaning
Is burning up his forts
And sits to warm his toes around
A fire made up of useless thoughts

And when the children tempt him
With the riddles of their trance
He flings the flames of solstice
Casting laughs into their dance

And while a crazy whiteman
In the desert of his bones
Lies as bleached as the paradise
He likes to think he owns

And I hate the whiteman
In his evergreen excuse
Oh I hate the whiteman
And the man who turned him loose…

And far across the reaches
Of the drifting yellow sands
The living carpet wilderness
Forever joins its hands

With heaven hell’s attainment
In a surging crest of fire
Where more than all is thrown upon
The ever lasting pyre

And through the countless canticles
Of Jason’s charcoal fleece
Are sung the songs of nothing
In the timeless masterpiece

And there stood in the middle
Guess who?
It’s the everlasting burst
Built by god’s very own whiteman
As he tries to rule the dust

And I hate the whiteman
In his doctrinaire abuse
Oh I hate the whiteman
And the man who turned you all loose…

And the bowels of his city
Have been locked into a safe
Where the spew stains on the sidewalks
Are defenders of his faith

While back inside his kitchen
The bowler hatted, long haired saint
Cleans with soap and water
But it’s really just white paint

While his golden headed scandal sheets
Present their daily bite
To give their righteous news-bleeders
Drugs to keep them white

While outside in the whitewash
Where the guns are always, always right
A shooting star has summoned
Its dark angel from his night

And I hate the whiteman
And his evergreen excuse
Oh I hate the whiteman
And the man who turned you all loose
And the man who turned him loose…

Freedom, justice, equality, liberty, environmentalism and a better world – That’s why I write books and write my blog!

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As an educator, writer, dissident, free-thinker and outspoken critic I have always sought to build a better world.

I am an unashamed idealist.

I do not write books for profit. I write books purely because I believe in what I am saying and want to make a difference. I try to do that as eloquently and entertainingly as I can. I want people to enjoy and love my books as much as I do. I do not want to produce heavy tomes of despair.

My books reflect my passions. They are light and fun but weighty on desire.

I like laughter, love and fulfilment.

I want to build a new zeitgeist that kicks selfishness, greed, cruelty and intolerance into the dust-bin where they belong!

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Democracy – The importance of dissidence.

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If something is worthy it will stand up to close scrutiny.

No institution should be above criticism, whether that be a government, religion or political party.

Someone who is prepared to look closely at what is going on around them, see what is wrong and speak out is someone who should be valued and lauded above all else.

Without criticism we do not get improvement. Without people being prepared to put their head above the parapet and speak out we do not get justice. If our dissidents and critics are gagged we have tyranny. If a government, leader, religion or political party places itself above the judgement of its peers we are in danger of despotic fascism.

This is why Islam threatens its critics with cruel death to shut them up.

This is why tyrannical governments of all hues round up their critics and execute them.

The free air of liberty comes from the throats of brave dissidents.

In Britain we have a strong tradition of dissidence, protest and struggle. It has won us our rights and freedoms.

In the modern age I cannot think of any greater dissident than the poet, musician and songwriter Roy Harper. I have not always agreed with him but his intelligent observations and fearless outspokenness are an inspiration. It is lamentable to see him brought down so low by allegations of this nature concerning events forty years ago.

Let us hope justice is done.

In the beginning was the World!

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In the beginning was the world. Man looked at the world and was bemused. The sky had a great glowing ball of heat in the day and a cool serene ball at night. Sometimes it was cold. Sometimes it was hot. Sometimes it rained. Sometimes it was dry. There were times for fruit and times for the animals to come through. There was birth and there was death.

He looked for the patterns and tried to make sense of it.

He solved the problems of the seasons, the behaviour of the animals, their feeding patterns and migration. He solved the problems of the seasons to plant, to gather and to sow. He created tools to harvest, hunt and irrigate. He created machines.

For seeking patterns and solving problems were his forte.

It was when confronted with the bigger questions that the limits of these powers was discovered.

At first the ball of fire and ice were viewed as gods. They bestowed their benevolence upon us. They watched over us, brought the seasons and the rain and had to be worshipped.

When we did this – it rained. If we do this again it will rain again. If it does not that is because we have done something wrong and displeased the gods. We have to make amends and pay penitence.

The holy men held the power; they alone could communicate with the gods. They knew the prayers and rituals.

Gradually the rituals and ceremonies grew ever more lavish. The temples and churches ever more ornate. They were the symbols of the power of the holy men who were revered.

As for death? It was another journey to another land – to a land of eternity where there is everything you desire. You are reunited with your loved ones and live for ever in god’s love. The soul (a mystical essence that was a brilliant idea) goes on and migrates to the after-life.

At first we merely had to cross a river (Styx) to the land on the other side. Or travel up into the sky. Or down into a world beneath. But as science opened up our knowledge and there was no other undiscovered land, or underground universe or heaven in the sky the rules changed; it was now a different dimension; a whole new universe.

This eternal heaven was Elysium, Paradise, Valhalla, or simply Heaven. Hel (not Hell), Sheol, Jannah, Olympus and a thousand others lost in the mists of time.

Strangely all of these heavens were shaped by the culture they were thought up by. The Greeks had gods cavorting, drinking, feasting, taking on human form and shagging anything that moved. The Norse had great halls with endless drinking, feasting and lust. The Muslims had beautiful gardens with fountains where you were entertained (presumably sexually) by 24 perpetual virgins. The Christians had this life in the clouds basking in the love of god with endless singing.

Weird stuff.

As our knowledge grew the views of souls and after-lives became more esoteric. The holy men adapted their story to fit the new narrative.

In those cultures with a strong belief system there is no room for questioning. The culture is frozen into the pattern of its founding holy man. The beliefs, rituals and customs are stultified. To go against the prevailing view is heresy. To speak against it is blasphemy. The punishment is death.

I have no desire to live in a theocracy where my mind is shackled, my customs and beliefs dictated, my mind numbed and the reward for being different is torture and death.

We had that in Britain for hundreds of years. It was dire. Fortunately we had an enlightenment and were freed from tyranny. Now we have a secular State and free speech. I like that very much. I will do everything in my power to defend it – (short of violence).

I believe the whole concept of god, the after-life, paradise and souls is a man-made construct to explain things we cannot understand or psychologically find it difficult to accept.

We psychologically find it hard to accept that our lives have no meaning or the universe came out of nothing.

We create god as the answer. He has a purpose for us. He created the universe.

We do not seem to have a problem with questions like – Where did God come from? God created something out of nothing didn’t he? Eternity is a long time to have to spend listening to a celestial choir – and even the twenty four virgins might begin to pale after the first billion years or so.

For me god solves nothing. It is a construct that puts the questions in a safe area so we don’t have to think about them. God has the answers so we do not have to think about them. Life does have meaning. There is a purpose. God has it all worked out. Sorry – not for me.

The sooner we start solving the problems for ourselves and living our lives to the full the better.

I do not believe in god, after-life or heaven in all their myriad compositions. I am quite happy with the Big Bang, polyverses, quantum and solving the problems as we go along. I want to put my energies into making things better here and now – not in a fictional after-life.

I respect anyone who believes differently to me, as long as they do not try to impose their views on other people or indoctrinate children. History is littered with the intolerance of the ignorant. I love a good argument. I deploy violence, hatred and abuse.

Boko Haram, ISIS, The Taliban, Al-Qaeda and other religious fanatics.

What gets the religious fundamentalists up in the morning?

The thought of killing non-believers?

The thought of forcibly converting other people?

The wish to impose their own restricted religious views on everyone else?

To fight, kill and maim?

To dominate the world and impose their view on everyone?

To achieve everlasting life in paradise?

To terrorise the non-believers?

To behead aid workers?

Do they have wet dreams about flying planes full of innocent people into buildings full of innocent people?

Do they dream of the horror created by the nails they carefully place in their bombs?

Do they delight in the thought of the knife in their hand slicing through the arteries, sinews and muscles?

Do they want a world where everyone is the same?

Do they want to get out there searching for anyone not wearing the right clothes, veils or beards so that they can beat them?

What goes on in an extremist’s head?

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It sure doesn’t look very spiritual, religious or godly to me. It looks like callous, primitive brutality.

Do they really believe any god would sanction this?

Surely we have to build a better zeitgeist than this? This is hatred gone berserk. Where’s the love?

Let’s build a positive, loving zeitgeist! I want to leave a better world for my children; not this twisted night-mare!

The Purpose of life!!

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As an antitheist I am often accused of being pointless.

Far from it. I am not at all depressed by the knowledge that my life is finite. I opened my eyes on this incredible universe sixty five years ago and at some point in the next thirty five years, maybe today, I will close them forever.

For me the universe will cease to exist just as it did before I was born.

In some ways that is sad and I can see how some people might find that frightening and pointless. I don’t.

I would find the idea of living forever excruciatingly tedious. What would you do for all that time? It would be a jail sentence. What mysterious purpose would there be to that? There would no be a purpose. You cannot hide a lack of ultimate purpose behind  either – ‘God has a plan’ or ‘We have to progress through many stages and lives’ – that is merely a psychological cop out.

No. I am happy with a finite life. It means that every second is precious. Every moment has to be wrung dry of all possible joy. It will not come round again.

So, if there is no ultimate purpose then what is the thing that makes life worth getting up for? (And yes by the way – I am a very moral person. I do not need some religious doctrine and fear to make me moral. Morality makes sense. It is a philosophy that brings happiness.)

Here are the reasons to get out of bed. This is my ABC of life:

a. Love

b. Fun

c. Making the world a better place

d. Awe and wonder

e. Creativity

f. Solving the problems

g. Enjoying the splendours

h. Exploring everything

I. Reading

j. Writing

k. Sharing

l. Appreciating a nice meal, a glass of wine and good company

m. Arguing and educating

n. Speaking out against the madness

o. Caring for other animals

p. Looking out for the plants

q. Learning from history

r. Sport

s. Driving

t. Swimming in a cool pool on a hot day

u. Looking up at the stars and drifting to infinity

v. Getting an idea for a story, painting, poem or dance

w. Thinking

x. Singing and playing music

y. Appreciating art, theatre, dance, drama, music, poetry …….

z. Dancing

I think that’s probably quite enough to fill a life-time or two.

The projects I am currently working on.

My days are filled with writing. I love every minute of it.

Project 1 – Nick Harper – The Wilderness Years

I am currently working with Nick on a book to come out with his Triple Album ‘Best of’ set.

I have written some 89 pages so far. We will have lyrics, photos and anecdotes. It’s taking shape. It will come out at the end of the year.

Project 2 – Ebola in Eden

This is a Sci-fi book I started writing in 1996. It is now through its second draft and is complete. I will be shortly sending it round publishers.

Project 3 – Opher’s World tributes to Rock Geniuses.

I have been releasing a number of tributes on my blog. They appear very popular and I’ve had good feed-back. I am in the process of doing a number more and rewriting them into a book.

That should be complete in three months time.

Project 4 – Ruminating on Roy Harper

I’ve have been friends with Roy Harper for nearly fifty years. This is the story of my life as it connects with his world. it is insightful and gives a good perspective to Roy and the world of Rock.

I have completed the book in first draft. It is off with Roy to write a forward. As I write this he is in the middle of a trial so I don’t think he is giving it too much attention. However he assures me he will write an intro for it soon.

I will then either publish it myself or look around for a publisher. This could be out in the Summer.

After that I will write up the 537 Essential Rock Albums pt. 2 and have two novels sitting in my head.

That should make it a busy 2015!!

I hope I’ve whetted your appetites as much as I have my own!

On the non-writing front I’m heading to travel through the northern deserts of Australia camping in the wilderness and then to New Zealand. One life-time is not nearly enough!

Opher Jan 25th 2015.