Just when you thought the public were coming round to a sensible attitude to drug use, The Sun posts an article

3 05 2012
The Sun. Making Britain a laughing stock since the 1970s

Stay classy you phone hacking criminals….

With the top rated comments in most British newspaper stories about drugs repeating the line “Regulate, tax and educate” you might think we’re making a turn against the disastrous “War on Drugs.”

But wait! The Sun (that fine purveyor of tits and celebrity voicemail messages) comes along with this story about two deaths from Legal Highs. Worse still, the victims were attractive young women who would otherwise have been up for getting drunk and flashing their funbags at leering Sun readers. When will the governments come in and ban this filth?!

Needless to say the article is standard tabloid half-truths, emotive language and poor research (I’ve not heard of half of the legal highs quoted as destroying our Nation’s young.) But,you don’t go to the Sun for information and balanced opinion do you? You go for celebrity gossip, football gossip and to feel angry at some minority for some vague reason.

I hear people defend their reading of The Sun by saying “well I don’t take it seriously, it’s a laugh innit?” Well that is the same reasoning people use for voting for Boris Johnson as London Mayor today¬† rather than being a bit of harmless fun this shit actually matters.

Take a look at these comments and then consider that (barring any paranoid suggestions that many of these are just Sun staffers posting shit to get viewers and debate going) these are people who walk the streets and have the ability to vote.

How many “governments” are there in this country?

Compassion is for the weak! End of! (look at my pwetty dog!)


Actually with an unregulated market and without intelligent discussion of the risks and benefits of drugs you don’t know the risks. And life isn’t “simple” as you put it, if it were idiots like you wouldn’t be constantly baffled and frustrated by life.

To be fair there are comments which bring up the hypocrisy of booze and fags being legal while far less dangerous substances are demonised but the idiots are still very vocal and I’m sad to say represent a large group of the population that still need to be educated about drugs (and for that matter a million other things but you can lead a horse to water…)

I post my thoughts an hour ago on this article yet I fear they may never see the light of day because I mentioned the elephant in The Sun’s press room “voicemail hacking” as well as posting a link to an intelligent resource on all matters drug related “www.erowid.org” I also appealing to reader’s ability to find their own answers and STOP TYPING EVERYTHING IN CAPITALS which I guess is against News International’s comment policy.

How much you want to bet they tried to hack the voicemails of the two dead women in the article eh? ūüėČ

Game Of Thrones: In my subconscious it’s taken a sci-fi/geo-political drama twist.

1 05 2012

Game Of Worlds

Ahhh, the sublime pleasure of following a big TV series and letting it pervert your subconscious as you fall asleep.It’s happened with The Wire marathons (I still say “police” as “pol-lice”) and Battlestar Galactica (where I sided with the Cylons and don’t act like you are surprised) and now it’s happened with sex and sorcery fest Game Of Thrones.

If I have one problem with the fantasy genre it’s that it lives in the past. Now I’m not against historical entertainment (although using “historical” to describe Spartacus is stretching things a little it’s still appallingly good fun) but I get a little uneasy when Fantasy glorifies a luddite world in which democracy and equality hasn’t been invented yet. I’m a republican (in the British sense, not the horrific America sense of the term) so swearing fealty to some noble twat because of his birthright sits badly with me. I’m with the anarcho-syndicalist in Monty Python’s Holy Grail, leaders will only fuck things up (unless they are of the Machine variety!)

So this morning my mind tweaked Game Of Thrones into a form more pleasing to my ideology;

What if a technologically advanced world of 7 billion people on the brink of collapse accidentally created  a wormhole to a sparsely developed land of medieval kingdoms who still believed in magic?

The dream opens with a learned and cynical stranger advising a boy-king without a kingdom on who these strange and powerful new ursurpers are in the land of Westeros. With their powerful machines, odd customs and miraculous medicines they have established a foothold on the land and hookwinked lords and bannerman into allowing vast mines and oil drilling to take place. Their peasentry have been turfed off their turnip farms to operate jack hammers and carry pipelines through virgin forests.

Though to the boy-king’s eyes the strangers operate in magic the teacher from afar assures him it’s not magic but something called “science” which makes their miracles come to life. Mirrors that tell stories and show sporting events, noisy contraptions that hover and fly across the land, lamps which burn forever and light up the night sky so the stars are blocked out, huge metal monsters on wheels that dig up the ground like the giants beyond the Wall and most of all a supernatural link connects all the outlanders via little boxes in their hands or things in their ear. The teacher tells the boy that his people are in constant contact with one another regardless of distance. When political machinations occur in Kings Landing the outlanders know about it on the other side of Westeros. What is more, through their mechanical eyes in the sky the outlanders have seen things of the boy’s world only spoken of in legend, strange blue people in the icy north and fire-breathing dragons and vast ruined cities in the deserts of the East. And the Outlanders want to know more.

From a rain soaked pre-fab cabin the Site Administrator pours over last night’s reports as he sups what passes for coffee on this world. Oil and gas production from the Dornish Marshes continues it’s steady increase, millions of gallons of precious energy helping to put Europe back on the world map again. Minerals and metals from mines in the Vale Of Arryn coming in via the new railroad, delivering the raw materials that have brought the economies of the Eurozone back from the brink. But despite all this good news the Administrator feels a great unease, an unease shared by many back home, back through the wormhole accidentally opened ten years ago by a daring experiment at CERN.

The price of Europe’s second renaissance comes at the exploitation of a whole continent. Sure, the nations of Europe have a long tradition of imperialism but those days were supposed to be long behind them. To compete with the new super-power of China and keep their heads above the up and coming BRIC economies the liberal Europeans have had to unearth some dark habits from their past.

Would that the Wormhole been opened in China (and it will surely be any day now when their own wormhole project gives fruit) then the outside world would never have heard about the scandals and crimes committed by rogue operators. The barbaric conditions of the Rio Tinto mines near Harrenhal wouldn’t have been leaked to the Internet by activists and the rebellion would never have happened. Had the citizens of Europe not been so passionate of their right to free speech the Administrator would not have been forced to deploy military units to “pacify” the situation there.

Such acts made the facade the Administrator put up to smooth relations with the people of this world (and the more left wing¬† members of his own people on this world) ever more difficult. “We healed their sick, cleaned up their filthy cities and showered the upper castes with trinkets and baubles” thought the Administrator¬† “but some of the more wily characters in Westeros are catching on to what a one sided deal they are really getting from us. We never should have let that little fella onto the Internet, not that he wouldn’t have worked things out for himself eventually anyway.”

The Administrator had a lot of respect for the new king on the Iron Throne, he knew how to play the game and sidelined many dangerous players with little bloodshed (although the massacre at Pyke and the drone strike at Dragonstone were notable exceptions) but he was never sure which side the diminutive guy was on.

The Administrators PA buzzed in the first meeting of the day. It would be a difficult meeting for it was to be with the Director of Sustainability and as the Administrator glanced across the vast and ugly building site that was Base Alpha¬† (also known as the “Dirty City Of Eternal Lights” by the locals) the Administrator admitted she had a point. Back home they said that by 2030 Earth needed another planet of equal size and resource to sustain her expensive lifestyle (and thank the playful scientists of CERN) they had found one, but the people of Earth were making the same mistakes with this planet as they were with their tired and worn homeworld.

Confidential reports however, hinted that this world wasn’t entirely defenseless against the might of 21st century Earth. Drones had reported strange things going on beyond the impressive wall the locals had built across the North. Relics brought in by traders from the East in exchange for a 3D entertainment system (and the fuel cells to power it) showed levels of technology beyond even that of the home planet. They called it “magic” but the Administrator couldn’t accept that as an explanation and the boffins in the top secret labs of Base Alpha found evidence that past civilisations of this world had a mastery of genetics and nano-technology that were at least a century ahead of Earth’s if not more.

Drone cam footage of Dragon attack near Qarth