The air is heaving
Ground now shakes
Unstable heads
From "stable" states
They'll talk of trade -
The trade of souls -
Till ever shrinking
Are your goals
But bare your breast
Expose your teeth
Say 'COME AT ME!'
You're not beneath
A single crinkled techno-beast
You are the grain, now add the yeast.
MARKET FORCES
Thick black rains descend upon
Blacked-out cities, nearly gone.
Corporate kings applaud and cheer
And bigots nod and smirk and leer,
But while slave-masters count their coin
The legacy of death they've joined
Leaves children blown to kingdom come -
A world of pain left bleak and numb.
This might be the greatest split-screen ever broadcast.
They’ll play this in museums in future.
(🎥 LCI 🇫🇷)
This administration is committing Watergate level crimes multiple times per week—and those are the ones we know about. It’s crazy to think about what else will come out after.
It’s absolutely essential these criminals are held responsible for their crimes. We must end elite impunity.
THE BLAZES
People make Glasgow
But they are bereft
When the city is gutted
And there's little left.
The hollowed out smoke stacks
Of ashen-blacked stone
Are emblems of ruins
We've too often known.
The blame is important.
The history too,
But we must secure space
That represents you.
Make racists afraid again.
Every issue is one issue. There is not only one issue that matters but there is only one issue which connects all that matters. That is economic inequality.
The environment collapsing
War
Why A.I is a threat
Healthcare outcomes
Gender issues
Migration
All of these are symptoms of the root cause.
'Relationship' is not a transaction
Be in my faction
I'ma take action
Facts in, and it don't look good darlin'
Sellin' dem lies for a pint of carlin'
Marlon Brando, can't refuse
Making an offer - it's you what lose
Afternoon you still hittin' snooze
Livin' it large? It's just sex and booze.
The nights come early now.
What once was velvet
Is now charcoal slate
And in a dark so deep
It obscures the details
Vermilion rivulets mix
With the city's apathetic taupe,
Unheard. Unseen.
Unclean.
Where once children played
The wreaths of democracy are laid
Upon martyrs who dared to remain sane.
It never ceases hurting
It never is ok
Time is not a healer
Just the price we're forced to pay
A lifetime we must travel
On lonely roads endured
When we need walk together
So as to be inured
To slings & arrows hurled
From without & from within
For facing them without love means
We can't possibly win
"Maduro is a brutal authoritarian dictator," I wisely intone, as the corrupt demented paedophile US President violating Constitutional Law while operating a gestapo and concentration camps illegally arrests a foreign leader on charges which read like they were written on a paper placemat in crayon.
Marco Rubio is reportedly saying Maduro will stand trial in US courts.
Which means it’s now the US administration’s position that US courts can hold foreign presidents, but not the US president, accountable for crimes.
tells the mournful tale, How pamper'd luxury, flattery by her side, The parasite empoisoning her ear. With all the servile wretches in the rear, Looks
Trump ran on a promise that ICE would go after the "worst" criminals.
But the real crime is in oligarchs taking $170b from your healthcare and food assistance to form a secret police force.
Our country has defeated fascism before and it is time we fight to uphold our legacy.
But Fox News said...
The same old programme's on repeat.
I want you but I don't.
I need you but I won't.
The ghosts of Christmases past, present & prescient.
Pain beyond meaning
Poison & pestilence in the blood
Draining life-force on through the mouth of the Hades.
Drown me in benzocaine & clove oil
And let me sleep.
Left: Shabana Mahmood as Lord Chancellor, "It is right that we have an independent judiciary in this country"
Right: Labour have removed a judge who was due to hear and rule over the legality of the proscription of Palestine Action
Labour are interfering in the independence of our judiciary
The U.K’s guilty men want you to forget that the 2008 bankers’ crisis, 14 years of austerity, Brexit, and Covid failures are the cause of our woes.
Instead, they want you to think renewable energy, which costs your household 47p a day, is the problem.
They think you’re idiots.
First they ignore you.
Then they attack you in the budget.
Etc.
Join.greenparty.org.uk
Socialism is what they called public power.
Socialism is what they called social security.
Socialism is what they called the growth of free and independent labor organizations.
Socialism is their name for almost anything that helps all the people.
—Harry Truman, 1952
Workers and supporters including Green MSPs protesting outside Rockstar's Edinburgh offices.
The Scottish Greens stand with the dozens of workers sacked by @rockstargames.com for exercising their right to organise with @gameworkers.co.uk @iwgbunion.bsky.social
Reinstate them now, then get around the table & give your staff the pay & conditions they deserve for making you billions.
HALLOWED
Foul spirits renew their notes of pain
In coarse rasped voices, here again,
And cackling fiends of fiercest foe
Take up their charge of heralding woe
And yet...the world is joyous when
Unburdened by bleak trials of men.
A witch, in maddened dark embrace,
Is sacred night's true holy face.
NEW: The majority of Scottish respondents think it is important for the BBC to be independent from the government of the day, according to the corporation’s biggest survey 👀
I have written of your ghost
Like it haunted me
When the reality is
I am possessed by it
Your spirit became mine
The darkened version
Of candlelit seances
Under intoxicated moons
A bleak transubstantiation
To replace the undead form
You had hollowed out
And sat in, carelessly, but with claws bared
Presidents? SCOTUS gives them immunity.
Corporations? SCOTUS makes it easier for them to pollute.
Billionaires? SCOTUS says they can buy elections.
But if you look Latino, speak Spanish, or work at a low wage job, SCOTUS says you can be abducted by masked agents.
The legacy of the Roberts court.
When I get older losing my head,
Not too long from now,
Will we still be protesting for Palestine?
Will the killers pay for their crimes?
If we go online, see what we see,
Will it still shock the core?
Will we then feed them?
Will they still bleed them?
When we're 64? 😥
Convenience. Lust, without a care -
Distractions from the cloaks we wear -
And all the dramas of the game;
The triumphs of conceit and fame.
We rarely stop, or pause to think,
Even as worlds begin to sink
But when the pleasure's come and gone
What then is left to wish upon?
Pleasure's such a fickle thing
Yet we all crave its noxious sting.
To frolic on a bed of flesh,
Well rested. Strong. Our bodies fresh
And nourished on the waters fine -
The acrid fruits of heady wines,
The succulence of gloried feasts
Which proclaim man the king of beasts.
Convenience. Lust, without a care.
Distractions from the cloaks we wear
And all the dramas of the game.
The triumph of conceit and fame.
We rarely stop, or pause to think,
Even as worlds begin to sink.
But when the pleasure's come and gone
What then is left to wish upon?
