Where o where do I begin? Well, let’s start with the catalyst for my thoughts I endeavour to pour out into the ether. I was driving along, trying to dodge traffic, when I noticed a large piece of graffiti on the train line. It was a crudely drawn Aboriginal flag with the words “No pride in genocide” inscribed upon it. My heart sunk. It struck me that this was likely not the work of an indigenous Australian. This was more likely the work of some left wing pinko, who gets a rush of endorphins when he goes in to bat for a group of disadvantaged peoples. Firstly, I do not argue that, largely, indigenous Australians are disadvantaged, so are the immigrants (of which my father was one), the fairer sex (of which my mother is one), the disabled, the elderly, the poor and homeless and, to the surprise of many, all human beings in one way or another. Disadvantage comes in many shapes and sizes – it ain’t all about money. There is an advantage Indigenous Australians hold, though largely unaware of, and that is a little something known as sovereignty. Us gubba cunts never had sovereignty, we were always the property of the British monarch.

Genocide is a big call, and if you’re going to make that call, you want to have some evidence to substantiate it. I doubt that person who drew that artwork, or the countless people putting up flyers of similar sentiment, have a doctorate in Australian history and neither do I, so I’m not saying it did or did not occur. What I do have, however, is an open mind and an understanding that the multitude is invariably wrong. Okay, let’s get back to basics here and remember that the first European settlers were convicts used to colonise this land. Try to imagine the disdain you might feel if you had been transported half way across the world on a life sentence to serve some blokes in red coats acting on the orders of the British monarchy. I think I’d have just as much animosity toward the governor as the natives of this land (though it should be noted that the stories handed down through certain tribes indicates differing degrees of acceptance of the newcomers). In fact, placing myself in the shoes and shackles of the convict, I think I’d like to be friends with those dark skinned fellas if they could teach me how to live freely on this foreign soil. The point I’m dancing around here is that while white-liberal guilt tells us that “we” as white Europeans stole this land from the traditional custodians, this is narrow-minded, racially obsessed, fantasy. People have left class out of the equation and forgotten that IF a genocide was committed here, it was by the ruling elite. Do we blame the average American for the bombing of Afghanistan and Iraq? Of course not! That shit is on Bush, Cheany, Rumsfeld, Rice, Powell and the people who pull their strings. I might also suggest that the same people pulling the strings of the United States administration are the same blood as those behind whatever level of mistreatment, killing and enslaving of Australian natives.

Now, I could go on and on forever about some of the myths propagated by historians setting agendas to suit their own egos but I feel anyone interested in exploring some of the misunderstood aspects of Colonial Australia will find a lot to think about by visiting This website opened my eyes to many misconceptions regarding European and Indigenous relationships from then until now. One particular theory challenged is that of frontier wars and feuding over resources. There seems to actually be very little hard evidence of these aspects and when considered logically, European agriculturalists and nomadic hunter-gathers would seldom seek the same resources, meaning the need for coastal colonists to invest themselves in systematically eradicating a race who rarely stood in the way of their so-called progress is rather ridiculous. This isn’t to suggest that the red coated bastards did not think themselves superior to the natives and had little problem ending their lives if it suited the agenda. It’s also not to suggest that the men in charge weren’t smart enough to learn what they could from the original inhabitants and treat them with respect when it would benefit their agenda. Like I said it’s an interesting website and it really helped me to reconcile my reverence for indigenous peoples (Australian and worldwide), my loss of self and my disdain of tyranny and the ruling elite.

Now this brings me to some of the hard truths which pinkos seem to not understand or conveniently forget when we talk about “being on someone else’s land”. Firstly, my Aboriginal friends invariably tell me how their oral tradition seldom speaks of “ownership” of the land. The traditions prefer the term custodian to that of ownership. The concept of ownership over any part of nature is something brought by imperialist interests. This is true all over the world. The real struggle, in my opinion, is between Nomadic man and Civilised man. Civilised man is doomed to dominate his neighbour in a bid for resources while Nomadic man, lives in harmony with the planet, understanding when to take and when to give. Since the dawn of civilisation, man has migrated and battled for the rights to resources, staking his claim wherever he goes. Do we forget that the land we think of as Britain was once made up of countless tribes all of which were subjugated by a Frenchman in 1066. Rome itself was founded by Indo-European invaders from the north and eventually conquered by Germanic tribes. Similar can be said for Ancient Greece. These great civilisations that gave birth to continuing advances in art, philosophy and science that eventually fuelled the modern western world were in the business of killing those who refused their power and influence. It’s called natural selection… but I don’t know exactly how natural things have really been since the civilisation of Sumer some 6500 years ago. I think the clay tablets dating back to 4500 to 2000 BC have much to tell us about extra-terrestrial interference of the selection process.

I have formed fantastic bonds with people of all creeds and colours in the 35 years I’ve spent on this planet. I’ve also formed some pretty amazing bonds with animals and plants. An Elder in my neighbourhood once told me I should consider myself as an Indigenous person due to these bonds and the fact that “indigenous” simply means that you live in the place you were born. I think all this activism on behalf of Indigenous Australians only solidifies the separation between Europeans and natives. It supports the idea that we are different and forgets that we are all humans who have suffered under psychological tyranny of a non-human group, some for longer than others. The masters of the human race have taught us to subjugate each other in the same fashion they subjugated us thousands of years ago. Ironically, it is the Europeans, and in turn what we call the western world, who have suffered under this tyranny much more than any other race and for so long that it has become a part of our nature. Thousands of years of brainwashing, handed down genetically has removed us from our place as Natives of planet Earth and this is truly a disadvantage.

A close friend of mine, an indigenous Australian, speaks often of the need to rejoice in being far more distant from this insidious manipulation of nature that plagues much of humanity and his honest desire that his people will stop feeling sorry for themselves and accept that they are just one of the most recent people to fall under the spell of politics and religion. There is a much larger issue at hand than land rights and recognition as the traditional “owners” of this one particular country. To understand how irrelevant Australian history is, is to understand world history including antediluvian history. Forget race, forget nations, forget theological discrepancies and start thinking about blood. For it is but a few concentrated bloodlines (or tribes) that prevail in the darkness while the remaining bloodlines/tribes have been scattered under definable banners like “America”, “Britain”, “Islam” and even “Zionist”. We’ve been tricked into identifying ourselves under titles such as these and have forgotten we all trace our evolution back to a central and unified point, and we’ve battled and fought our way to be here today. I don’t care who you are, killing is in your genes. Somewhere along the survival of the fittest, one of your ancestors had to kill or be killed. The fact you live and breathe today is because that creature was not killed, evidently meaning he killed in order to survive and continue his bloodline. You are the result of that killing, and your fight or flight mechanism is a hereditary response formulated from way back then. Sorry, pinkos killing is in your blood and I am not a bigot or a fascist. Moreover, your politically correct agenda is the true fascism. Stop carrying out a third or fourth hand agenda and think and do for yourself. Care for others, yes, but don’t throw away your experience as an Earthling fighting causes. If you really feel a connection with the Natives of this land, TALK TO THEM. Then park your arse by a river under a big old Gum tree and commune with nature. Stop talking and listen and you might just hear the universe telling you that everything is just fine, and then all you have to do to make the world a better place is just breathe. Peace.


2017 What the Fuck is Going On?

All hail Eris!! Eat your hotdog and shut the fuch up. Peace and Discord be with you in whatever harmonious yet chaotic way they find and direct you… Time to watch the world burn.






Renounce all false gods, especially the true ones. Keep the faith if you do not believe in anything or anyone yet still believe there is something worth believing in and are convicted in the absence of divinity in the universe. Your scepticism is valued …



The search is over.



kongShow some respect by never telling others what to do.

Time waits for no man except he who waits for time. Time is the master. Time can be a disaster. Saturn greets all who pass through this end of the cosmos. The Goddess means we don’t fear the reaper…


The Semanephrious Buttnoids have left your pants…

Greetings digital entities,

Here I am, back again. Going in the opposite direction to usual. Partial to slow drugs – because I’m generally too quick for the people I encounter in the real world… Though I opted to go with the quick stuff today… and now it’s 3am-ish and probably a good time for…

ah where was I… nope… that beat Ricardo DeForce plays on that brick of a telephonic device has consumed my interest. Anyways…

Profound is what has been come to be expected. Well, let me not disappoint… but let me be quick and to the point in the spirit of the substance that has altered my central nervous system. Okay…

“As you ramble on through life brother, no matter what be your goal –                                                   keep your eye upon the doughnut and not upon the hole.”                                                                             – Dr Murray Banks (quoting from elsewhere)

Peace! If you’re going to do something – enjoy it. Love your drugs until you hate them. While doing so, be safe, be well and be in the favour of your chosen gods, for it is certainly not “demons” that attract you towards altering your consciousness through the use of mind altering substances… Let me advance this theory for your consideration; It is that adversarial force – belonging to the essential creative source which causes the bulk of humanity to be discontent with our perception of, and relation to, “reality” – this force which we resist is the catalyst for evolution… lift physical weights and your body’s muscles will grow. Lift mental weights and your mind will gain strength.

To extrapolate my meaning some more, I mean, if you perceive the world for what it truly is, you may find a great challenge in mentally adjusting as you “ramble on through life”, so take it from an, apparently, qualified drug and alcohol counsellor – drugs are a great form of mental adjustment to the truth of the reality known to Earthlings, especially humans. Yes there are many other forms of adjustments that are debatably healthier, but the persistence of BULLSHIT in this existence generally causes whatever adjustments we make to require repetition… whether it’s drugs, work, fitness, social connection – if you repeat it enough, IT IS AN ADDICTION. So never look down on the apparent drug addict if just going to the same place every day and collecting a paycheck at the end of the week is your form of repetitive adjustment to an insane world which you have employed as YOUR solution.

Life doesn’t suck – just the people who presume to dictate what life is. Until they fuck off, do what works, and I’ll continue to wish peace for you emphatically. Peace!!

P.S. If you’re still not convinced… this is all I can offer in my defence


You’re no fun anymore

2016 – the beginning of the end. Well, here’s hoping. You see, some of us just want to watch the world burn. When people ask me “What makes you happy?” I usually give them convoluted answers that comprise 50% of what they want to hear and 50% of what I want to say, but I rarely speak the simple truth… I want to watch the world tear itself apart. Honestly, I might prefer paradise, but that’s unlikely. The world is always threatening to implode, but it never does, and to me that’s just a woman taking off her bra and screaming “Whatcha lookin’ at?” So in the immortal words of echs Incognito – “You’ll all kill each other eventually – GET IT OVER WITH!”

But, this aint about me and my wishes. What makes you happy? – You people who ask me that same dumb-arse question… What? Blissful ignorance? I’d rather be aware of reality and miserable than blind to the truth and happy. Happiness is over-rated. Happy slaves – everywhere… the cause of my misery. So to the conceited arseholes who extend fake sympathy to me like I’m some kind of charity case and they are in a position of strength… I need to remind you of your weakness, because the moment I take away your bread and circuses YOU ARE WELL FUCKED AND FAR FROM HOME! and then, and only then, will I be HAPPY.

Test common perceptions and tear official stories apart – that’s me.

Herd mentality and believing what suits your mundane existence – that’s you.

No, fuck it. I’ll tell you what makes me happy… Making music, taking drugs and engaging in some sexual activities that some people might find offensive. That makes me happier than a pig in shit. And better still, knowing how I can do these things, live fast, die young, leave a fat bloated corpse and move on to other worlds where I can obtain the truth I seek, and you can move on to another prison planet to offer you safety and security from the truth you deny. That puts a smile on my loaf and it still sucks to be you.

Quick, the world’s burning! Some grab a hose, others run for their life… I watch and laugh.

This is not REAL

So much writing I have to do for studies leaves me with little mojo to summon up the material worthy of a rant… so all quiet on the Western front.

Getting older in the body. Younger in the mind. Spirit not subject to time. There’s a point to all this decay and misery… just keep telling yourself that… get to the next stop.

I was once free, never trapped… there was always an option, a path to fleeting moments of happiness.

Paths close, bridges get burnt. Options become limited.

Still at least I can walk the rough streets day or night and don’t fear the strange or the familiar. The world are my people. Love em or hate em.

These are my thoughts, useless as the cyberspace I inscribe them in.

The drugs DO work



There is a lizard living in your brain. Straight metaphorical fact, but never pseudo-science. Please direct your research to standard theories of evolution and the existence of the reptilian cortex of the human brain and fucking OWN IT!… Otherwise, I swear to you my brethren and my sistren, IT will own YOU. Soon this entity that communicates, what most will mistake for lunacy, will not be given the cheat codes offered by drugs and alcohol even in the medicinal form I self-medicate with here and now. Ravings, though they may be, they are valid and some followers who have left my path will have to make their own way from this conjuncture in the point of time and space alignment we greet each other within currently… so my little humans, I write for you and I together and pray your comprehension on your best day can respond to my expression on my weakest of days… though this aint one of em. I know how high I am, though, it’s the cheat codes I addressed earlier that bring me to this altered state of consciousness.

There is a place in one’s lower self where the will to end one’s life can be so strong it can result in debilitating depression or the act of suicide seen out to fulfilment… On the flip-side, there is a place in the higher self where one is ready to die and begins to live without caution and fear. I have been ready to die for 7 years now and figured it was going to have occurred by now… confusion sets in all over again and suddenly I have to ask the same old questions… What’s it all about? What am I here for? Who give’s a fuck? yadda yadda yadda. And really what a waste of a brick to be sitting here now typing out some sort of existential treatise… but it’s for those who serve and those who acquire services I speak to and the point is made plain by Spandau Ballet:

Something I will always find difficult in my role as a drug and alcohol worker is to remind clients of the power of their soul. With so many cultural barriers placed on us throughout the ages by unseen enemies it is difficult for anyone, even family members and friends to develop spiritual connections. Dealing with mental health is a borderline duty of the drug and alcohol worker and the spirit is virtually off limits. And as a person who has battled substance abuse for half my life I can tell you that behind all physical compulsions is a mental compulsion and behind all mental compulsions is an emotional or spiritual compulsion. Emotions can be discussed but the empowerment of the spirit which animates said emotions is taboo in many cases. People are locked in a 5 sense reality where their concept of spirit has been dictated to them and thus they are sitting in a remote location from where it actually resides… why the fuck do you think they take drugs? It is a brief and vain attempt to connect with who they really are behind all the mental oppression we navigate on the daily. SIMPLE AS THAT.  Now I can’t instruct a client spiritually, some guidance and direction on a very basic level can be given, but largely directing anyone towards certain beliefs of a religious/paranormal/beyond the material world/spiritual nature is largely unethical less  it is directly sought by the client but even then it is important not to hand someone a book on the teachings of Buddha and tell him the key to freeing yourself from the desire to consume drugs and alcohol can be found within it’s pages regardless of how much I was aided by the same teachings.

I really can’t argue that anyone should be drug free. Throughout history, human beings have been off their fucking heads and I wouldn’t mind some of the mushies Moses took when he saw the burning bush.

If you wanna use drugs… smash em. Do what you like with them. My only role is to aid you if you don’t want to use and find it difficult to exercise self-control or if you want to reduce your usage and/or minimise the harm you do to yourself and others.

My only real advice is that which has been around since the time of Plato and that is “KNOW THYSELF”

Best wishes and may the creative force shine on and through you. Peace

Consciousness Shift….

Thought, perhaps, maybe, possibly, this might be a good time to write up an essay – slash – blog – slash – rant…

Well here we go, one time fo yo mind………………..

Painkillers, Xanax, Valium, liquor – that’s where I’m at… But I bet I got a, damn sight, better grip on reality, vocabulary and grammar than most at the moment. So here we go… What you may not realise, is that I have a Bachelor of Arse from the University of ‘I don’t give a fuck’…

Welcome to divinity… Scary how you reached it, but it’s the fear you cast away that brings you here. NO. I am not Gawd, Gord or God. You are! Scary, but true. Nothing above you… nothing below you. Those perceptions of good and evil you hold… they are elements of the one infinite and eternal creator, residing within you.

I fear, now, getting into some sort of metaphysical or theological… thing… here. Let’s not do that. Let me express my love for all living things and wish all who bother to read this the very best… strength, comfort and wisdom. Strength for the weak. Comfort for the disturbed and wisdom for the ignorant. Peace and love to all. And in all these wishes… please listen and find it in this little piece of music I like to share… originally a Billie Holliday number, but I think my target audience can appreciate the Lisa Simpson version… Much Love, Peace.




Christ almighty! Great Lucifer’s beard! (and other expressions of shock and awe)…

Okay. I’ll start again.

Did you ever wake up and decide “I’m going to do the wrong thing today” or “Fuck it. Think I might embrace my demons and do some evil”? If you haven’t, I suggest that you haven’t led a full and complete life. There’s a lot of wrong and evil things in this world, yet few would admit they’ve ever been the perpetrators of such. Actually, even if you consciously decide to do the wrong thing, for you, at that very moment, it is the right thing. I contend that it’s impossible to consciously do wrong. If you choose to act with hate, aggression or violence, you believe it is the right course of action even if foresight or hindsight tells you differently. Hindsight leads us to the conclusion that certain actions we undertake have been mistakes. Foresight influences us to not make those mistakes. However, in the moment when we raise a fist in anger, we have rationalised this action as the correct course of action. Even when we are conscious that what we are doing is wrong, it is only wrong by whatever standards we base our ethics on, and perhaps in that moment, we think, know or just feel that it is right for us to disregard our ethical standards.

Still with me? Strange concept but let’s get philosophical and existential for a while. Challenge ourselves and continue to think critically.

Moving on… I express now, for your consideration, a part of my existential crisis that has plagued me since I was a child. It begins with my Catholic upbringing and my eternal desire to do what is right which came into conflict with the hormones that began to influence me during puberty. Church was boring and was easy to reject on various grounds that most Catholics don’t need an elaborate explanation for. The fear of eternal hellfire had left its’ mark on me however and I always tried my hardest to follow the teachings of the biblical Christ. In fact, by year 8, I would have read most of the first 5 books of the bible, the 4 gospels of the New Testament and, of course, Revelations. So without knowing it, I’d become more of a reformist Christian and far less a Catholic. By 20 I had begun to despise anyone who pushed their faith on others and kept my love and respect for the biblical version of Jesus close to my heart and would have been embarrassed to admit it to most, for at this point in my life I had become surrounded by people who would be considered “sinners” and I guess I had my share of sins too. I justified this cognitive dissonance by the fact that Jesus spent much more time with the sinners than he did with the pious – that’s where he did his work, and I was still attempting to follow his example, just like my Grandmother taught me. Then, in my mid-twenties, after feeling like I had strayed way too far from what was good and right and wholesome and Christ-like, I was walking down the street feeling disappointed with myself when it struck me; How can I know what the right thing to do is if I never do what is wrong. Perhaps this was just another way of justifying any wicked deed I’d performed or feeling I’d had but I felt the touch of the gods and gave myself license to do whatever the bloody hell I felt like. I felt like the right thing to do was to do wrong basically.

Suddenly, there was no pressure to do what was right and conveniently I realised I had no intention to do wrong by others. Inconveniently, however, I had no problem with doing wrong by myself – something I still have issues with to this day. At around 20 I had met a man, a good man, who was a proud Satanist. I always felt he professed to be Satanic because he was into heavy metal and that was just the cool thing to say and do in his crowd but over many years of friendship I learnt that it was more than just lip-service. It was hard to comprehend for many years because the man in question is a man of strong moral fibre and with great ethical standards… often a better example of Christ than most Christians I knew. It was confusing for me but it never tempted me away from my faith in Jesus. What led me away from my faith in the Jesus Christ that is described in the King James bible, is a story too complicated to tell here and not entirely relevant but it can be summarised thus; In my late 20’s I started using the internet for something other than downloading entertainment and watching porn. I began researching my faith. Learning about the church, studying the politics of the time of Christ and really taking a critical view of politics and religion, which I learnt that nowhere in history has there been one without the other. The Jesus I came to know through historical analysis was a rebel and a militant… this was a game-changer.

Being a semantical bastard, I also learnt that Jesus, Christ, Satan and Lucifer are all merely titles and not names. To break it down; Jesus can be defined as “The Saviour”, Christ is “The Anointed One”, Satan means “The Adversary” and Lucifer – “The Light Bearer”. Now really think about these meanings and how politics and propaganda can twist them when they are personified. There is a whole theological discussion to be had here but it’s not the point of this essay. The point of the essay is to address necessary evil… I believe in a creative intelligence that has put in place a story we call evolution. It is through “Adversity” which we grow… We face a problem, we solve it and we increase our intelligence or strength through the new found skill needed to overcome the “Adversary” or Satan for those who insist on personifying a theological concept. Thus “God” places Satan in charge of the material realm to create hurdles for us to jump, basically. So in a sense the ruler of the material realm is Satan and the material realm is what we might call evil. But the world is no more evil than a mouse’s perception of a cat. The “Saviour” is merely the part of life that relieves us from needing to face “The Adversary”. I guess what I am saying is that we can choose not to face challenges and there is no failure in not gaining the strength or intelligence awarded to those who overcome adversity… We can rest in the loving arms of Jesus and be saved from the pain of navigating the evils of the world. The “Anointed or Chosen One” is a state of being in the favour of “God” or “the Creative Intelligence” that set our tale of evolution in motion. And I suggest that to reach this state is to overcome much adversity. Again, to personify what I’m saying here is; “defeat Satan and become Christ”. But how does one overcome adversity? My suggestion is: through knowledge. We’ve all heard the expression ‘to shed some light on the problem’. Light is equated with solutions. When we have a realisation (the act of accepting an idea to be REAL) we may be said to have ‘seen the light’. And to bring it all full circle; who is the bearer of light? Lucifer! So to summarize: it is through Lucifer we have the power to overcome Satan and become the Christ, or if we choose to avoid Satan we can always be redeemed by Jesus.

This is my consolidation of theology and evolution. I think they’re all just words and stories, expressing a philosophy in code that explains spiritual evolution. Survival of the fittest – on a spiritual/metaphysical level. Or perhaps an encoded and personified story of the evolution of the entire universe. Or both the material world and the ethereal realm are one in the same – overcoming matter is to see the great beyond.

Peace and Be Well.

Social Experiment: Facebook

So now, the time has come to reveal some truth. Truth about myself. Truth about anyone reading this. Truth about the material realm; Earth, the world, the matrix. Truth about the digital realm; the interweb, social media, smartphones. Perhaps even some truth about the spirit realm; the Dreamtime, Akashic Records, the Great Beyond (if you believe in such).

This is going to be hypocritical, but you need to understand that as a rap emcee I reserve the right to contradict myself. This will be facetious, again; rap emcee. This will not be as comical as I intend it to be because as a rap emcee I barely qualify as a musician and all comedians think they are musical and all musicians think they’re funny. So let’s get to the crux of it all…

I’ll be blunt. I absolutely despise Facebook. I despise virtually all users of Facebook. I despise the smartphones many use to access Facebook. However before you become defensive over my inflammatory remarks, I will attempt to explain my disdain, for it is a love of life and (wretch) “humanity” that breeds such animosity toward social networking within me. I love you guys. Really.

Facebook has served a function for me, I can not deny it. It has allowed me to re-connect with a few people who are important to me, some folk I have a casual interest in and several others who I don’t particularly care for (you know what category you fall into). As a muso I have a relatively active social life for a 34 year old man, a social life I am currently distancing myself from. My involvement with social networking is largely an experiment that most of my actual friends are unaware I am conducting. I make an account with my government name, befriend a few highschool chums and observe the things about them that have changed and the things that haven’t. I observe the percentage of those who have become married, become parents, become successful in their careers and those who have become BORING! However, please don’t get me wrong, I’m sure that me writing 1000 word essays about it all is probably boring to you too. Also, please don’t take this all as patronising either – that is certainly not my intent.

So here’s a sweeping generalisation of the people who use social networking; it’s the partner, the children, the job and their favourite sporting team or player that they choose most to share information about. I can’t find as many childless, single and/or unemployed peeps on ol’ Facey! And I got a news flash for ya… while you offer endless status updates and photos about your nuclear families… YOU ARE ORDINARY! (and really, you are more extraordinary than you could imagine if you could just get off the merry-go round for a while) Your desperation is exasperated by your insistence that you are happy with your existence. Negativity is a big no-no in Facebook land. Believe me, I’ve had my share of depression and mental illness, that’s where the soul searching happens and that is where true beauty can be observed, not through rose-coloured glasses… Your kids are hideous and your partner is superficial and your job pays well but makes little contribution to the plight of (wretch)humanity… if anything, it probably re-enforces it. Because we’re all slaves to something. If not a slave to our own desires; a slave to someone else’s. But that’s ok. None of this makes you a bad person. I do know, however, in my face to face encounters with the small group of people I have connected with on the Book, folk rarely discuss the aforementioned topics.

Facebook… it’s an outlet for so many. Another way for people to repress their inner cry for freedom. It’s also an addiction, and believe me I know a thing or two about addiction. But here’s a really odd observation I’ve made about my generation who use Facebook: Cast your mind back to 1995 for a moment… That’s when my household first got an internet connection. And I know that few of you even had a computer at that time. In fact, back then anyone who spent as much time on a computer as you do today on your tablet or smartphone, was considered a NERD! To you I say: You used to be cool. So don’t think of me as some anti-technology, doom-saying, shake my fist at the youth type of bloke. I just recall a world before the internet, social networking, Tinder, Youtube and Candy Crush absorbed the attention of almost everyone. If you think about it too, you might see how people have become increasingly introverted and less open to face to face encounters. The real danger is that we are raising children who will not know that world we enjoyed. Sadly, many of you who display your children on social media are teaching them a poor lesson about their right to privacy. Did you ever stop and ask your two year old if they would like the world to see a plethora of pictures of them? And is it fair to even assume that they can make a decision based on a developed concept of their right to privacy. Again, I’m not trying to attack anyone, I simply want to share my observations which I hold to be true. The truth often hurts, but I will not apologise.

So I think that about covers the truth about me and about you, but let’s talk about planet Earth and how we’re fucking her over and how Facebook plays it’s part in said fucking over… Some might argue that human life is intrinsic to the survival or demise of the planet. At any rate, us apes have an effect on our environment, of which we pay less attention to when we become as self-centred as Facebook encourages us to be. People argue that social networking increases human interaction and is a great way to raise awareness of the problems the planet faces but I maintain it’s superficial… Put a filter over your picture, express your outrage, but don’t actually DO anything about the problem. Post a status to give the appearance that you care and release some endorphins to make yourself feel good… The bankers still enslave us and rape the planet of its resources, and the whole while the marketers of garbage and the intelligence agencies have their dreams come true as the trusty slaves renounce their privacy, giving away what they think to be trivial information about themselves that turns out to be more vital than most could imagine. So yeah, Facebook is the enemy of planet Earth, or at the very least a tool of the enemy.

The spiritual truth… I’m not going to say much to convince you that Facebook is a blight on your soul. Soul searching should be left for the individual and I believe the more I say on the topic, the less I can convey. So, instead, I will leave you with a quote from Psychologist, Carl Jung –

“People will do anything, no matter how absurd, to avoid facing their own souls.”