Monday, 24 October 2016

Ustane Possessed

Paraforce UK 2016 has turned out to be a very successful conference. My speech on UFO’s went down well and the other speakers were excellent, see: The event included two live paranormal investigations on the Friday and Saturday evenings. The venue for Paraforce is very appropriate; it is the Galleries of Justice in Nottingham. This is a location with a long reputation for supernatural activity. The Galleries of Justice is a partly underground complex that includes a Victorian courthouse and police station built at ground level, on top of a much older subterranean prison. The courthouse was in use until the 1980’s and the prison dates back to the fourteenth century. During the time the courthouse was operating the prison was used exclusively for capital punishment. Below the courts are a row of macabre cells for death row convicts awaiting execution. The cells are connected to a corridor at the end of which is a gallows where prisoners would be killed by hanging. Beneath the gallows are some far older prison cells and torture chambers, and below them are ancient dungeons hewn from the rock, making them part of Nottingham’s mysterious cave network, see: The deepest and darkest of these is called the “oubliette” where a prisoner sentenced to death would be locked in the cave and simply left to die, which would be from thirst and would only take a few days. After that the body would be devoured by rats and the warders just cleared out the bones every so often. The entire facility has been carefully restored and preserved as a museum, see: Because of the centuries of human death, fear, pain and despair within its walls and tunnels, the Galleries of Justice is reported to be crawling with ghosts. It is a popular place for ghost hunts and paranormal investigations. Therefore I was very keen to take part in one of these, along with my partner Ustane. The trip down into the cells on Friday night had started late and was interrupted by the fire alarm (started by whom I wonder?) so it wasn’t very successful. The Saturday night’s investigation began at around 7.30 PM. Ustane and I joined a team led by a group of physical mediums from Liverpool. We began by sitting silently inside one of the medieval prison cells and switching off the light. We had with us a special meter that reacted to the presence of an electromagnetic field. One of the mediums asked yes-no questions and the meter lit up immediately afterwards in response, indicating the presence of a spirit. We worked out this way that there were several female spirits there and a small boy called William. After that we moved down to the oubliette and tall people like me had to bow our heads to get down the tunnel leading to it. We sat in the cold and dusty dugout and got a few more responses. Some of the team members set up cameras and audio recorders in the hope of capturing images and electronic voice phenomena. Later in the evening we climbed back up the staircases to the criminal courtroom which was wood paneled and full of green leather benches. Ustane and I sat and watched the others at work, not taking part ourselves, but once in the courtroom we became more involved.

The group split up and we were left with just four other people, including some of the mediums. We switched off the lights in the courtroom and got to work. The previous evening I had experienced the feeling of gossamer on my face, a sign of ghostly presence, while sitting at the front of the courtroom, said to be the most active part of that heavily haunted area. We tried several psychic tricks like table tipping, which worked very well. This is where participants place their fingertips lightly on a tabletop and ask the spirits to move the table. Then we tried divination with a glass on the table, but nothing happened. At the same time one of the investigators went and sat in the judge’s chair. This is said to be a place where people are seen to undergo facial transfiguration, their face transforms into that of a spirit. She said that there was a malevolent entity present. She held the EMF meter in her hand and it went wild. She reported that the entity was the ghost of a former judge of the court who had participated in witch trials and it was angrily putting a stop to our divination. She eventually recoiled and jumped up from the judge’s chair. Ustane volunteered to take her place and sat down with the EMF meter in one hand. The rest of us taunted the recalcitrant ghost. We then noticed that Ustane had a strange expression on her face. We called her name and she didn’t reply. I became concerned and ran up onto the judge’s podium. Ustane stood up. She moved differently to how she normally does, faster and without putting her hands on the arms of the chair to support herself. One of the investigators asked: “What’s your name?” She replied “Susan Black”. This is not her real name. I approached her and took her hand. She turned to stare at me and the look on her face was a wide-eyed evil grimace, an expression I’ve never seen her wear before. One of the others described her as looking like a waxwork. She cackled loudly. Then she quickly recovered and began responding to her name and talking normally. Far from being scared or upset by her experience she appeared euphoric. She continued laughing and smiling. We took her to the cafeteria and made her a cup of tea. One of the team took four group photographs of us and interestingly the first two were misted over and the last two completely normal. Ustane and I went home at around eleven PM. The others joked: “Is her head spinning around?”, “Hope she doesn’t stab you to death in the night!”, but I wasn’t concerned about that. By now Ustane was behaving completely normally. The next day she described her feelings in more detail. She literally felt she was another person and reports that she enjoyed that sensation. It made her feel powerful. It looks to me like Ustane was momentarily attacked by some kind of discarnate entity that attempted to “walk in” or possess her. This experience can be disastrous for the individual affected. It is the theme of many horror stories. These are, of course, fiction; but some are based on real events. Even the classic The Exorcist (Warner Bros 1973) is based on a true story, albeit the situation is highly exaggerated for dramatic licence I’m pleased to say. Ustane was very lucky. I was very unnerved by what happened, as were our companions. As her boyfriend, I naturally feel protective of her and felt I had failed in my duty. She had been exposed to danger by my negligence and also the irresponsible actions of myself and the others in the old courtroom. We had egged the ghost on while Ustane was sitting in the judge’s chair, a place which we had been warned on Friday night often caused sitters to transfigure. The only person who was not concerned with the incident is Ustane herself. She is, at the time of writing, still completely untouched by her attempted possession and, indeed, feels intrigued and amused by her experience. All’s well that ends well I suppose.

Thursday, 20 October 2016

New Government UFO Files Censored

The last batch of reports from the UK Ministry of Defence's UFO desk have been rejected for declassification by state auditors. The documents, dubbed the "British X-Files", have been long anticipated by UFO researchers. It's been speculated that they might contain the smoking gun when it comes to the Rendlesham Forest Incident of 1980. The MoD has been releasing its UFO records in a series of phases since 2008 and this process is almost complete. For personal reasons I'm particularly interested to read the files pending publication at the moment because somewhere within them is my own sightings report, see: There is not necessarily anything sinister involved in file auditing and the censorship of some material. The reason for a lot of it might be due to the 1998 Data Projection Act because it includes personal details about the witness; their home addresses etc. Nick explained this at a live lecture of his I once attended, see: However in this case the government has given a specific reason why: "Unfortunately, following the transfer of files to the National Archives in June, additional information which is covered by FOI exemption was identified, resulting in the files being returned to MoD in August." "FOI" means the Freedom of Information Act. This could be almost anything from an old lady's mobile phone number to major evidence of UFO presence whose secrecy is deemed essential to national security. Source: The most interesting part of this news story is the comment by Nick Pope: "For the MoD to send these UFO files to The National Archives, only for them to be sent back to the MoD, is unprecedented. I worked on the MoD's UFO project, wrote many of the documents that have already been released, and made the official announcement that started the entire release project, and yet even I don't know what's going on here. Bear in mind that for years the MoD told Parliament, the media and the public that this subject was of very limited interest and of no defence significance, yet suddenly these files are being treated with the same sort of sensitivity that you'd expect to see if they contained Britain's nuclear secrets. All this is taking place in the run-up to the US Presidential election, with WikiLeaks revelations showing that discussions about UFOs have taken place at the highest political level in America. This whole situation is like something out of The X-Files." For Nick Pope to make a statement like this is frankly out of character. His attitude towards this matter is only slightly milder than my own (I would have used the word suspicious as well as unprecedented). He has always been very defensive of his former employers in the past. Could this be because he now lives in the United States of America where they can no longer "get at him"? I agree that the halting of the file release process comes at a very ground-breaking time period in UFOlogy, at least on the surface. We have the WikiLeaks revelations as well as the continuing drive by Stephen Bassett and the Paradigm Research Group for full UFO Disclosure, see here for details: Could this be a coincidence? If so then when... or if... the withdrawn files are ultimately released there will be no clues in them at all. It'll simply be more of the same, man-walking-dog-on-Cannock-Chase-sees-ball-of-light-in-sky, kind of thing. Either that or when you read them out loud they will sound something like this:

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Free Energy taking the P***!

I've covered the development of free energy and perpetual motion technology, and the political issues associated with it, for a long time now; see background links below. What surprises me is that obtaining free energy is not always a complicated business requiring billion dollar CERN-scale engineering and thousands of top scientists working day and night. It emerges from very simple systems and even exists in nature. Occasionally it turns up in the most unlikely situations. None are as unlikely as the most recent potential breakthrough. A possible source of free energy has been discovered by a group of schoolgirls in Nigeria. Duro-Aina Adebola, Akindele Abiola, Faleke Oluwatoyin and Bello Eniola are all fourteen years old and are studying chemistry at their school in Lagos, Nigeria's biggest city; like millions of other girls do. However these four ingenious young ladies have decided to put what they've learned in their lessons to practical use in order to improve people's quality of life in their own country and in the rest of the world by building an esoteric energy generator. The fuel for their generator is a very common substance that all people produce continuously in vast quantities; and then not only dispose of, but dispose of as urgently as possible: urine. The machine works by putting the urine into an electrolytic cell that breaks down the urea compound in the urine and extracts the hydrogen gas. Interestingly "cold fusion" was also invented during an electrolysis experiment, see: The hydrogen is then filtered to remove impurities; a simple water filter does the trick. Then it is stored in a gas cylinder, a quite ordinary one like those used for barbecues. Although I imagine it would need extra tight seals to prevent the hydrogen, a very thin gas, from leaking. The hydrogen cylinders at my hospital needed special seals. From the cylinder the hydrogen is desiccated by a borax filter, a soap-like chemical that removes all moisture, and then it ends up in a hydrogen-powered generator that spins a dynamo and you have electrical energy. Building a device like this must be done with great care and you must always use safety valves on all the lines in case the hydrogen leaks and ignites. That could cause a major explosion or fire. However once these hazards are overcome you'll find the system can work continuously for six hours on just a one litre of urine. Nigeria is undergoing a major power distribution crisis with over half the population of 160 million people not having access to a twenty-four hour supply. Many people, especially in rural areas, have no electricity at all. This machine could solve those problems and quite literally light up the nation. The crucial question is: Does the generator provide more power than that which is needed to run the electrolytic cell and any other inputs? A simple way to find out would be to feed the dynamo output back to the cell, unplug it from the mains and if the machine keeps running then it has achieved "overunity" or free energy. I would not discount this because the girls' invention is not unlike Stanley Meyer's fuel cell and that did work. The school chemistry teacher also was impressed by it. The machine was also displayed at the 2012 "Maker Faire Africa" exhibition, see:, and: More study needs to be done in order to find out if this device is a genuine free energy generator. Other people will need to build more prototypes and see if they work, otherwise the idea will simply be flushed down the toilet... excuse the pun. This very angry and rhetoric-loaded skeptic webpage claims that the invention is an elaborate hoax, see: What if it is a double-bluff though? If the machine does turn out to be the real deal then there's another problem to be overcome; suppression. The girls might be approached by men in dark suits with a lot of money in exchange for "exclusive development rights". Either that or threats against them and their families. In the case of Stanley Meyer, Eugene Mallove, Bruce de Palma and several others, this threat was carried out. I hope somebody the girls know understands this danger and is watching their backs. See the background links below for more detail.

Monday, 17 October 2016


I first came across Adam Curtis through his classic and definitive work, The Power of Nightmares, a film that exposed the sham of the War on Terror. Since then I made sure to get hold of all his other films. As I result I now consider him to be one of the best political documentary producers in the world. He combines informative commentary with interesting interviews, dry humour, moving imagery, powerful scores and poetic vignettes. His masterpiece is without a doubt The Trap, which he released in 2007. Its iconic tableau is the heartrending expression of the woman sitting in a kitchen during the titles, see the illustration below. That face speaks a thousand words. The Trap is currently available online here: Part 1: Part 2: Part 3: I was very excited when I heard that Adam Curtis was releasing a new film. Unusually this would not be launched on television in a series of episodes and would instead be posted straight to BBC I-Player in a single super-feature cut at 9 PM last night. At the time of writing it can still be watched there: All Curtis' documentaries are connected thematically and HyperNormalisation is no exception. In a way it is a sequel to The Trap. Using some unique vintage footage it traces the history of the modern world and how it turned into what Curtis believes is an illusory reality. The tagline for the programme is: "We live in a world where the powerful deceive us. We know they lie. They know we know they lie. They don't care." The story behind this is centred on the tale of two cities; New York and Damascus. It talks about how in New York City in 1975 the entire council went bankrupt and their assets were sold off to the banks. One of the men who redeveloped it was a young Donald Trump (This was strange to see. I always think of Trump as an old man with dyed hair, because he's only achieved international fame recently in his US Presidential campaign, so it was remarkable to see him looking so youthful). At the same time Syria was being tricked by Henry Kissinger into fighting wars they didn't want to fight and the Soviet Union was in a slow but unstoppable economic decline that would lead to its eventual collapse fifteen years later. The way the USSR coped with this was to give people an image through the media of false prosperity and mindless optimism called "hypernormalisation"; and the populace went along with it. They came to a tacit, almost subconscious agreement not to break their collective delusion. This got me thinking about the common skeptic objection to conspiracy theories: "But too many people would have to know about it! Somebody would inevitably speak out!" No, they wouldn't. As the 1980's dawned tensions rose in the Middle East and there were a multitude of wars, terrorist attacks and suicide bombing; the last of which was a new phenomenon. One of the pivotal figures in the faking of the Middle East situation for Western media consumption was Col. Muammar Gaddafi, president of Libya. He was a harsh but popular dictator in a nation which at the time had the highest standard of living in Africa. The media branded him a global terrorist mastermind who was behind various bomb attacks across Europe, including the Lockerbie plane bombing. The evidence pointed towards Syria rather than Libya, but the government didn't want to implicate Syria because it was an ally in the region so they used Libya as a scapegoat. The government call this "perception management". Amazingly... and this was new information for me, Gaddafi played along because it gave him a lot of credibility in the eyes of many people around the world. He was even an honoured guest at one of Louis Farrakhan's Nation of Islam conferences. In the end, the western states joined in with Gaddafi's deception even deeper by lifting the economic sanctions against Libya provided he confessed to Lockerbie. He agreed and made a false confession. Then in more recent years the situation came full circle when Gaddafi was transformed back into an arch-villain by government propaganda. This was the last instalment in his career path. There was a western-engineered civil war in Libya which led to a coup in which Gaddafi was captured and beaten to death in the streets by a lynch mob. Unbelievably... but perhaps not quite so, the trick worked and the general public did not bat an eyelid. Oceania really is at war with Eastasia.
Then HyperNormalisation takes a very unexpected turn. It brings up the last subject I expected it to, that of UFO's. It gives a brief summary of Mark Pilkington's position as he relates it in his book Mirage Men. I saw the trailer for HyperNormalisation first on John Lundberg's Twitter feed so that would explain it. Lundberg is co-director of the documentary film based on the book. There is a clip from one of the interviews with Richard Doty included. I disagree with the premise therein totally and explain so in more detail in my review of Mirage Men, see: Through the 1980's and 90's technology increased at the same time people were becoming more and more despondent about politics. It seemed that no matter what we did, nothing changed. The rising sophistication of computers allowed us to enter virtual worlds, "cyberspace" as it was called. Artificial intelligence emerged and there was even a program called "ELIZA" that could hold conversations with you. There was a sense of nihilism and dread for the future. In the late 1990's a series of movies depicting global disaster became box office hits like Independence Day and Deep Impact. The story of HyperNormalisation ends in the early 2000's, which is one of the reasons why I suspect the film was heavily edited, probably quite late on in post-production. There is an obtrusive change of pace near the end; very different to Curtis' usual style which is quite good at the smooth and professional denouement. Did the film contain an additional section that was cut out? Maybe something about post-war Iraq and the creation of the Islamic State?... Hmm. HyperNormalisation really struck a chord with me. I've said for some time how people have given up asking for politicians to be truthful and instead just seek out those who tell the best lies. The goal is to allow oneself to be persuaded, not informed. As Curtis said, this is easier than analyzing the real complexities of reality. He says the internet has become the latest means of simply reflecting you back at yourself. I don't think this is invariably the case, but it is easy to get trapped inside what he calls "cyberspace bubbles" where internet search algorithms first show you what they expect you to want. Completely automatic systems are surprisingly good at getting a handle on you and I've noticed this myself, see: It is possible to search for other things outside your bubble, or course, but it takes additional effort. Most people have given up on striving for the new; a lot of them accept that their life has no purpose. Politicians have merely become maintainers and managers of a status quo, rather than visionaries and revolutionaries. Indeed, they are positively terrified of change; look at Brexit, see: One thing I think Curtis gets wrong is that all this is unintentional; merely a product of weakness and incompetence. No, I think it is deliberate. They have worked very hard, using the same psychological tricks Curtis describes in Century of the Self, see:, to build a society in which we do not care if we are lied to. As he says in his previous film Bitter Lake, see:, "Increasingly we live in a world where nothing makes sense. Events come and go like waves of a fever leaving us confused and uncertain. Those in power tell stories to help us make sense of the complexity of reality, but those stories are increasingly unconvincing and hollow... to which the only response is 'oh dear!'." This is not by accident; it is by cold and expert design. HyperNormalisation is a film that I feel was meant to say more than it does. It is informative, yet not as complete or original as Curtis' other works. It lacks the glossy, compact and all-encompassing logic of The Trap. It is well worth watching and I recommend it; but I think it makes sense only if you also watch Curtis' back catalogue; see the links I've provided. This may not be Curtis' fault; as I said, I suspect that some last minute holes were chopped in the product as part of his broadcast negotiations at the BBC. Hopefully a "director's cut" will emerge some day soon.  

Sunday, 16 October 2016

ADX Files 38- Women in UFOlogy

A few months ago somebody added me to a group on Facebook called "Women in UFOlogy". She said it was open to men if they she considered them trustworthy. I soon left. The reason for this was an understanding that I must be beware of falling into double standards of my own while criticizing it in others. I had just had a rant about the Royal Troon Golf Club, see:, and could hardly moan about upholding the Universal Right to Free Association if I wasn't willing to do so myself. This issue came up again on a radio show last night by a fellow broadcaster Alyson Dunlop on her ADX Files 38 in conversation with her guest Sacha Christie, see here from 29.10:, (By the way, skip the opening song if you don't want to be humming it for days; it's very catchy). The points she makes about women in UFOlogy are ones I've discussed with her before privately. We disagreed, although Alyson is a good friend of mine and our debate was completely amicable and judicious. Funnily enough I had a similar discussion with Paola Harris a couple of years ago on an old Planet X show, see: Alyson complains that the women in UFOlogy are not having their voice heard because they're not given a place to speak and gives the example of the two UFO Truth magazine conferences of 2016 which platformed twelve male speakers, including myself, see:, and no female speakers. She uses the words "equality" and "balance" without specifically defining what they would entail. She makes it clear that she would never support a positive discrimination policy, and I believe she is being sincere; yet how realistic is that? I have never heard Alyson self-identify as a feminist, but her words are those of a feminist fellow traveller at least. Feminism is an ideology that vigorously goads its adherents into committing excesses; see the background links at the bottom for examples. "More women" can so easily be translated into "fewer men" and I caution Alyson to be wary of that. The UFO Truth magazine conferences were organized by Gary Heseltine and I don't know how many people he contacted to offer places as speakers before the final bill was complete. Alyson said Gary never replied to her when she asked him about it. However I know that when organizing a conference you'll probably have to write to at least two people for everybody who confirms and therefore I would put my money on Gary having invited a number of women who then simply couldn't make it. Indeed in previous events we did have female speakers, Suzanne Hanson and Pia Knudsen. Does that count as "equality" and "balance" or not? Without proper definitions it's impossible to know and this is why I consider words like that rather Orwellian.

Men considerably outnumber women in UFOlogy and they always will. I consider this to be one of the perfectly harmless natural inequalities in life. Some inequalities are harmless because no individual is held back by them. UFO's are simply a "blokey" subject that, when generalizing, for totally benign and organic reasons, are more likely to appeal to the male psyche than the female. It's part of what makes men and women essentially different. Natural inequality is the reason why nobody ever goes up to a basketball team and says: "Why are you all black? You should sign up some white guys! We need equality on this team!" There are many exceptions of course and there is absolutely nothing precluding a woman who wants to from getting involved in UFOlogy if she chooses. Women have made enormous contributions to UFOlogy; in fact would the scene even exist without them? Paola Harris herself is one of the biggest superstars in the field and Alyson has also made huge achievements considering she is quite a recent arrival on the scene. And who can forget Butler, Street, Randles and Bruni, the "four horsewomen of Rendlesham Forest"? It is not only in UFOlogy that this myth can be found. In fact in every institution where men outnumber women, from university science departments to computer game fan clubs, the pejorative phrase: "dominated by men" will be heard and the cry goes out: "Something is wrong here! Something needs to be fixed!" They invariably assume that there is some kind of cackling hand-rubbing cabal of male chauvinist pigs actively maintaining their male exclusivity, but evidence for this is rarely found. What's more, this is certainly not the case in UFO research; I'd be the first to object is it was. Nothing needs to be fixed because nothing is wrong. In fact, as I said to Paola on Planet X, attempting to force a false balance could be highly destructive. There is a bigger picture involved here that Alyson might not yet be aware of. There is a long-term strategic psychological warfare agenda behind this falsehood that is intended to mess up out thoughts and feelings in order to turn us into a new kind of creature. This agenda breeds animosity and conflict; hatred for others and hatred for ourselves. A breakdown of families, friendships, communities and cultures. we then become a mutant ready for a new kind of social globalist uniformity; see the background links for more detail. I have no doubt that Alyson is motivated by noble intentions. I like her as a person and respect what she does as a colleague and fellow researcher. I don't hold her to blame for any of the recent personal clashes that have blown up in UFOlogy and I think some people have badly misjudged her. However on this issue I ask her to take a step back and reconsider.
See here for my own most recent appearance on the ADX Files:
And see here for Alyson Dunlop's appearance on HPANWO Radio:

Saturday, 15 October 2016

Tristan da Cunha- St Helena Plus

The thing which gives St Helena its uniqueness is its small size and isolation. As I've discussed in the background links below, that isolation is now threatened by the imminent opening of the new airport, but even if my greatest dread is realized and the airport transforms the island into a globalist ghetto, St Helena is not the last untouched place on earth. There is another island which, to the outsider's eye, looks even more like St Helena than St Helena is. What's more, regular readers will already have heard its name because it is part of the same British Overseas Territory as St Helena. Tristan da Cunha is an archipelago of islands in the South Atlantic Ocean some 1,200 miles south of St Helena. Believe it or not, it is even more remote; in fact the nearest continental land is 1,500 miles away on the coast of South Africa. It is 2,260 miles from Ascension Island, almost the same distance as London to Jerusalem, making the British Overseas Territory of St Helena, Ascension and Tristan da Cunha one of the largest nations on earth; at least when it comes to internal distances. It was discovered in 1506 by the Portuguese explorer Tristao da Cunha, who named it after himself, and a permanent colony was established there in 1810. The island played a crucial role during the exported skirmishes of American wars; the one with Britain in 1812 and the American Civil War in which Confederate warships carried out strategic attacks against Union whalers in the vicinity. The islanders suffered from famine and disease and several times the authorities offered to evacuate them, in the same way St Kilda was, see:, yet most of the people, the Tristanians, bravely chose to remain. Like St Kilda, the islanders of Tristan da Cunha used no money for most of their history. A currency was introduced during World War II when the place was used by the Royal Navy as an electronic intelligence base. At the same time, the first formal government was also established there in the form of an official "administrator". During the mid-20th century the quality of life improved there, but several things still happened to demonstrate that living on Tristan da Cunha still had its dangers and hardships. In 1958 the Americans detonated a nuclear bomb in space just a hundred miles away from Tristan da Cunha. Both St Helena and Tristan are volcanic islands, except St Helena's volcano has not erupted for over ten million years. Tristan's erupted in 1961 and this time the islanders had no choice. They abandoned their homes and set sail in the community's fishing boats. Luckily they were quickly picked up by a passing ship and taken to South Africa. They then headed for the UK and were given accommodation in Calshot, Hampshire. The houses built for them are still there on a street named Tristan Close in their honour. It must have been a huge culture shock for them suddenly arriving in a huge country with millions of people after knowing only their small island and handful of fellow colonists. In 1963 when the volcano calmed down most of them returned to their home on Tristan da Cunha.
Most Tristanians live in the main settlement called Edinburgh of the Seven Seas, named in honour of two visits by the Duke of Edinburgh. The first in 1867 by Prince Alfred and the second in 1957 by the present one, Prince Philip. The islanders farm potatoes on collectivized allotments in a place called The Patches. They also catch fish and shellfish. There are some livestock, but their population is strictly limited because of the small amount of pastureland available. Everybody helps grow the potatoes, but also usually has a second job supporting the island's community. They earn some money exporting handicraft goods to collectors by mail order; also their exclusive postage stamps. Tristan's currency at present is the UK pound sterling. The economy of Tristan da Cunha is remarkably similar to St Kilda's. Maybe small island communities naturally fall into that kind of lifestyle out of necessity. The only way to reach Tristan da Cunha is by sea. There is a regular service of fishing boats from Cape Town, South Africa that call in every few weeks to deliver and pick up goods, but the voyage takes eighteen days, see: Occasionally a cruise ship will call there and the RMS St Helena has paid a few visits; but generally the islands are left to their own devices. There are currently two hundred and seventy islanders and the society has been modernized in recent years. There is limited internet access at the moment, even though there is a fast development towards full access on St Helena. Tristan had a trial run with it that didn't work; but no doubt that will change soon and there is currently a working internet cafe in Edinburgh of the Seven Seas. There is just one policeman. At the time of writing there are no plans to build an airport on Tristan da Cunha. My feelings about that are the same as they are for St Helena. At the end of the day, it's up to the people who live there what they do with their own island. However I myself have lived my whole life in the belly of global cultural uniformity. From the outside it can look magical. The bright lights of civilization are very alluring, as they were for the people of St Kilda and the myriad of other indigenous cultures around the world that have become extinct because the people couldn't resist the temptation of joining the party. It's ironic, but many people in my homeland yearn for the kind of lifestyle people enjoy on St Helena and Tristan da Cunha. The grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence, as they say. I know now why I was inspired to write my novel Rockall, see: The objective of the planetary elite is to have the entire world's population... all five hundred million of us, barely ten percent of people presently alive, living in cities that are all the same in every way, from pole to pole, without exception; with every aspect of our short lives controlled by a single dictatorial state. They have succeeded with most of us. Gathering the remaining indigenous peoples left into the concentration camp is just a mopping up exercise. However, only when the last Saint and Tristanian has surrendered their uniqueness, has gone to work in their Job Seekers Allowance "work experience" placement at Starbucks, has bought their new I-phone, has settled down in front of the telescreen to watch The World hasn't got Talent, will the human species finally have accepted their rule... So the conquest isn't over yet.

Friday, 14 October 2016

Tim Burton- "Wathitht!"

One of my favourite film directors is Tim Burton. His blend of the fairytale, macabre and black humour has brought about such delights as Edward Scissorhands, Sweeney Todd and the brilliant Mars Attacks! Obviously he has his critics who don't like his films; who doesn't? However the tone of his detractors has recently become more sinister, personal and spiteful. They point out that his films are afflicted by a "lack of diversity!" This is terminology that would sound very strange just a few years ago and even today those who use this term are reluctant to define it precisely. It is usually qualified by comments that most of his characters and cast are white; worse still, white heterosexual males. This is unfair for several reasons. Firstly, there are non-white people among his characters. How about Byron Williams in Mars Attacks!, played by Jim Brown? What's he, an albino? Secondly, I believe the demographics of Burton's on-screen worlds are a merely product of the setting and plot; in other words they're a sign of his literary professionalism. His latest film is called Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children and it's based on a 2014 novel of the same name by Ransom Biggs. The review of the film in Hitfix by Donna Dickens is one of the most juvenile and imperceptive pieces of movie criticism I've ever read. It's entitled: "Tim Burton offered a strange excuse for the lack of diversity in Miss Peregrine (Pinch bridge of nose, sigh heavily)". I can hardly believe that it is written by an adult woman. It doesn't go as far as to call Tim Burton a racist in as many words, but it definitely implies as much; and in this day and age, implication is all that is needed for a hate campaign and the destruction of a man's livelihood, see: Racism, according to the dictionary, means prejudicial hostility towards another person because they have a different skin colour. Accusing somebody of racism is a very serious matter. Under no circumstances must it be done without good cause. Tim Burton's motivation for having an entirely white cast for Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children is that the film is set in Wales in the year 1951. Very few black people lived in Wales in those days and it would be very unusual to encounter one. So an all-white cast in this case is perfectly justified for the sake of realism... But wait! Burton has cast a black actor in the movie; Samuel L Jackson plays the villain. Personally I'm delighted because Jackson is an excellent actor; in fact I even think he deserves a traditional Welsh nickname: "Sam the Stage"... However, that is not enough for the likes of Donna Dickens. There's a chilling and disturbing subtext to this situation.

When I posted news of this on social media I soon got into a debate with an online acquaintance of mine who, judging by her photo profile, is a black woman. Our dispute was polite and rational, but before long we found ourselves talking at cross purposes. I said that she was contradicting herself and I couldn't understand her; and she said the same about me. Our conversation ended after a couple of hours. I informed her of a similar story to the plight of Tim Burton; that of Brian True-May, the producer of the TV detective drama Midsomer Murders. True-May was sacked by the TV company that made it because he insisted that the series should have an all-white cast. His motivation was also realism. As its name suggests, the programme is set in the middle of Somerset where most people are white, that is simply a fact. Black people in Britain tend to be urban dwellers and few of them choose rural areas as homes, that is simply a fact. Yet True-May was treated almost as a heinous criminal for his stance. He even apologized if he'd caused any offence, but it was too late. He was branded EEEEEEEEEEvil! A monster! In my online debate I told my opponent that if I were writing a screenplay set in a location where most people were black, I would make all my characters black and would demand that only black people are cast to play them (I hope I could audition "Sam the Stage"). I asked her if she considered that racist. However, by that time our argument was in its endgame. I've noticed this kind of attitude only works in one direction; against white heterosexual males. This is why you never get anybody going up to a basketball team and saying: "Hey, you're all black! Don't you think you should sign up some white guys? Let's have some equality on this team!" As I explain in the background links below, I don't think this is because the powers-that-shouldn't-be particularly dislike white straight men. I think they hate us all equally; man or woman, black or white, gay or straight. These uproars are rather a manifestation of a psychological warfare agenda aimed at everybody. Who you are in terms of your race, sex or sexuality merely means it affects you differently. I do fear for Tim Burton because attacks like these can demolish a film maker's career, no matter how eminent he might be. A perfect example is an Oscar-winning actor and director who was one of the biggest names in Hollywood during the 1980's and 90's, but who is today virtually forgotten; Mel Gibson. Gibson was accused of racism and since then has not directed a single film nor stared in a single role. The accusation against him was completely false; even his black friend, the actress Whoopi Goldberg, publicly defended him, but who cares? As the so-called Canadian Human Rights Commission infamously put it: "The truth is no defence". I am furious by this smearing of the good name of a very talented, imaginative and creative film director. It is not only insulting to him; it is insulting to the readers' intelligence. Frankly, it is also patronizing to black people. I hope Tim Burton does not cave in to the pressure put upon him. Maybe enough people can see through this toxic nonsense to give him a sense of solidarity. It's time for armchair bitch-pundits like Donna Dickens to grow the fuck up, basically.