Results – 12/06/17

These are the words written when I think today.  It is June. The sun is not out, but it is warm.  My feet ache from walking, though I have not walked far.  Tapping and lawnmowers is what I hear.  A droning.  A moaning.  A systematic approach to thinking.  Being displeased with the current situation of sitting, and rising up to attention.  To flow, I allow my fingers to move, not my brain.  My brain moves too slow, or so quick it appears slow.  Like the earth spinning.  Like clouds moving.  Cumulonimbus.  Full of rain and dampness.  An uncomfortable setting of clothes.  It creates an itch, completely scratch-able yet completely avoidable.

Is Jeremy Corbyn a fashion icon?  Is the culture he presents strong or weak?  My answers to both these questions is no.  My answer to most questions surrounding the labour party leader is no.  The answer to most things in general is no.  Yes is not a complex enough answer.  Yes appears perfect and absolute.  No requires explanation.  Explain yourself, said American serial TV detective to the unassuming suspect.  They never explain themselves.  It was a victory for the left, the 2017 snap general election.  It was victory for the Owen Jones and the indie twitter goons.  I celebrated this victory heartedly and for once felt content with political views.  Frustration had fled away from me, and hope replaced it.  Laughter is the key, and at the centre of it all.  Laughter at Theresa May, and the failings of the uninformed.  The blindness of the ignorant must be mocked, and not shunned.  Mocked to the point of obscenity would be my preference in the future.


The plan is to continue to be amused by the current political climate.  An amusement at the red versus blue, and the desperate colours in between.  A more pragmatic attitude would be welcome in me.  Where would I find it from?  Coffee or adderall?  Patience is a nice word to use.  Patience for a film to inspire me or a politician to anger me.  My anger stems from those who follow, not those perpetuate.  At this time it seems as though no-one is following Jared Kushner, except for perhaps his father-in-law.  I can’t wait to hear him speak.  His voice must be of an odd nature, or a crude one.  It must whine or croak for it to have been hidden for so long.  I picture a United Kingdom with a strange coalition.  At the top sits Corbyn, alongside Nicola Sturgeon and Tim Farron.  They are on a peculiar mound inside the houses of parliament and Farron is lighting up a joint whilst tweaking a newly fitted reverend band.  Kushner enters, before a state visit from the American president.  He delivers a statement and the coalition laugh at his voice.  An echoing laugh and the speaker calls order.  From then, they begin to tease him on the President’s policies of coal mines, an industry worth about 1% in workforce and effort.  Kushner cries, then goes home, only to realise that James Comey has in fact eaten the whole Trump family.

Edgar Wrights new film Baby Driver is in cinemas soon and it is just making me want to un-follow Wright on twitter.  There must be a limit on the amount of posters created for a singular film, and the amount of times a director can self promote.  At least the film is something to look forward to, away from this sea of current boring cinema.  Wonder Woman as a concept and a film falls right into that, and whatever anyone says, it’s still a superhero movie.  Thankfully, my mind hasn’t been on writing about film and has been fixated on the election.  That is not going to change anytime too, thanks to a literal non-existent government.  A non-existent government that may soon be a Tory slash 1980’s right wing collaboration.  The notion of reverse Northern Irish devolution is both terrifying and hilarious.  Also a possible chance we can fight terror with terror, thanks to a return of an IRA movement.


Passing judgment or thoughts on the recent terror attacks is hopeless and I have just about given up fighting for any sort of flagship position.  Being passive is the way forward, and muting tweets is my new favourite hobby.  My timeline (without creating my own echo chamber) is slowly being catered to less nonsense and stupidity.  I’m not blocking out varying views, but stuff I can live without, like a tweet a minute about Rhianna.  I’m not even sure I’ve spelled her name right.  Either way, I can’t run away from the horrors of the world, and I’m still very much in the camp that the world’s demise is incoming.  However there is much to be excited about, such as the cricket, a sport in which I’m happy to say England are quite good at.  For now.


Arrival & Donald Trump


The prospect of listening to anything an 18 year old social sciences student has to say about global politics isn’t great.  But then, what’s the point of all this?  My opinion is as invalid as the rest of anyone else’s, and I’m pretty influenced by what I read or watch and what I’m surrounded by.  So take everything I write in that context, from the view of a frustrated student living in the north of England.

‘Arrival’ was fantastic.  Like ‘Nocturnal Animals’, that I saw last week, it emotionally moved me.  For the last 20 minutes or so I was breathless, and mesmerised.  Dennis Villeneuve adds to his already great filmography with what I consider a great piece of cinema.  Original, yet wonderfully faithful to similar Sci-Fi of the past, and grounded in it’s characters.  Amy Adams continues to be one of the top actors of her generation with her both complicated and calming performance in the lead, with her character being incredibly well crafted and justified in every scene.  The film is stunning on visual level and I can’t think of a fault in the 116 minutes. Though it’s the themes of the films that stuck with me, and made me think of the world that I’m living in.


The world did not end when Donald Trump became the president elect, nor did it even die a little.  Those around us who are caring, open-minded and willing to make change still exist.  He is not the evil of the world, he is a fool.  A fool who has effectively grabbed the US by the throat and allowed it to breath.  Fed up by the establishment, the angry have voted, the forgotten have voted.  Something different has sparked from the depths of US democracy.  And it’s not just those ‘horrid, southern American racists’.  Trump won the female vote, beating the first female candidate.  The US is so vast you cannot comprehend the electoral map.  Each state is it’s own community, it can’t be bottled down into categories.  Not all misogynists voted for Trump, it wasn’t a win for hate.  It was more a loss for the left, the ignorant and blinded left.  A left who fell behind Hilary Clinton, the epitome of political ugliness if there ever was one.  A terrible candidate, one who connected with little more than entitled students.  Entitled students who are now protesting in states where the democrats won, and are finding themselves trying to wake up a dead body, preaching to the converted.  What about middle America, what about real people, with different problems to the alt left.  The saddest part of it all being that Bernie Sanders would have won.  An honest socialist candidate, a compassionate man who would have put the world a step forward, put to the side for the ‘safe option’.  I’m upset as a lefty, and quickly discovering our side is as bad as the right.


So forget the sides, forget the rallying calls to defeat the so called dark right of politics. And use the film ‘Arrival’ to bring people closer together.  The film pushes values of collaboration and openness to one another.  A sense that we all face the same problems and are all human. All after the same goals.  Donald Trump is an abomination, a voice that needs quieting, but don’t shout over him.  Shout with him, open your eyes and realise he is lying to your face. Open your eyes to real threat which is his vice Mike Pence.  Listen to the good of Barack Obama, of Jeremy Corbyn, but don’t stand behind them like soldiers.  Go to the cinema to see great works of art like Arrival, allow yourself to be educated and changed.  Otherwise we’re all the same, selfish beings after a win rather than progress. We have to remember why we do all of this.  I believe in socialist attitudes not because I’m ‘culturally better’, or more intelligent, it’s because the world could be so much better than it is today.  Better in so many ways, all achievable by just opening our minds.




This video is 1000 times more structure than what I’ve just rambled about:   (Jonathan Pie Vid (legend) PLEASE WATCH)


Sidenote:  I got a bit over-excited with this, so I wouldn’t take it all literally.