Did your representatives love Fidel Castro?

So, Fidel Castro died. Finally.

Personally, I wouldn’t be surprised if the old bastard has been dead for years, propped up like some perverse ‘Weekend at Bernies’ puppet, but at least now the brutal dictator is dead.

Fidel ‘firing squad’ Castro. Fidel ‘thumbscrews’ Castro. Fidel ‘imprison for thoughtcrime’ Castro.


Recognize the guy on our Left? Yep, that’s old Scraggly Beard himself, Castro.

Here he is again, executing a dissident. Vive la revolution, clearly.


What’s that? That’s not Castro? That’s Raul? Oh, my mistake.

Actually, I’m honestly not sure. It’s a poor quality picture, but Castro is off-screen in this picture and was absolutely there to at least help tie up the people you now see having been executed without trial. Castro was not only watching, he approved.

So… why are so many Western leaders falling over themselves to lick the boots of this murderer?


I don’t know, you tell me. The above picture was all I could find — surely pictures of idiotic behaviour by leftist regressives isn’t being silenced on Twitter and Google? naaaaa — about the touching euology that twat Trudeau sent out for the brutal murderer Castro.

And not only that, but even Corbyn, that Marxist fuckwit currently shitting all over the Labour party of Britain, called Castro a ‘champion of social justice‘ (I hasten to add that the lefty guardian is showing its true colours once more by proclaiming that the refugees from his murderous regime are quoted as feeling that

Despite months of veiled goodbyes, the passing of Fidel Castro is still a shock to Cubans, many of whom express dismay at uncertainty to come

And to think, all you have to do to get called a champion of social justice is to oppress freedom of though, oppress gays and lesbians, murder tens of thousands of innocent people without trial and imprison tens of thousands more (they’re rotting there even now in many cases) who dare point out that the ‘significant improvements to … education and healthcare’ mean strip-mining the public purse for your own benefit and leaving the people of Cuba without either a functioning healthcare system or education system at all.

Is it any wonder why people are voting in Trump, who was the only person to actually stand up and call Castro the murderous brute that he was?

In a page on CNN (which also talks about — unlike in The Guardian — how Cubans in America are celebrating)

“Today, the world marks the passing of a brutal dictator who oppressed his own people for nearly six decades … Fidel Castro’s legacy is one of firing squads, theft, unimaginable suffering, poverty and the denial of fundamental human rights. While Cuba remains a totalitarian island, it is my hope that today marks a move away from the horrors endured for too long, and toward a future in which the wonderful Cuban people finally live in the freedom they so richly deserve.”

Why the fuck is it down to the person we’re all supposed to hate to call a spade a spade?

Do you still wonder why ‘alternative’ news sources like reddit and infowars are gaining ground?


Snooping is now ‘unprecedented transparency and substantial privacy protection’

When I was growing up, it was a joke that the NSA (who, at the time, didn’t officially exist) could listen in on every phone call, such that if you said a number of key words (bomb, plot, assassination… there was a list), then your call could be recorded and analyzed by spooks somewhere in America.

Oh, how we laughed.

And then we found out that Echelon was real. Of course, we scoffed at how the secretive UKUSA agreement (which, until 2005 also didn’t officially exist) that funneled all phone (and a vast amount of web traffic, all of it at first) through the uplink radar site down in Combe, Cornwall, England could actually manage to snag all traffic. It just wasn’t possible to listen to hours and hours of phone calls, or to have enough operators to pick up on all those words.

Of course, technology fixed all that for us years ago (the NSA has a patent on speech to text conversion, has done for years).

Still, we scoffed… but then it turned up that little black boxes belonging to a system called — amongst others — CARNIVORE were routinely plugged into American ISP’s (accompanied by a gag order that could get you disappeared to US gulags that also obviously don’t officially exist — probably because they’re an unmarked grave in the desert) that were set to sniff all packets and report back the findings to their FBI and NSA masters.

And then we heard about PRISM — remember Snowden? The guy who let us know that the government really does spy on every single one of us, over the internet, over cell phones, over land lines, over emails, instant messaging and even through laptop webcams? Yeah, that guy — and then…

Well, then it turns out that the UK would like a piece of that over-reaching mass spying pie, and they passed what’s generally called the Snoopers’ Charter, a bill that forces UK ISP’s to log all of your top-level web connections for at least a year. Web, IM, Email… everything is now being recorded for the good of the people.

Aren’t you just so lucky that Big Brother is looking out for you? Isn’t it just Double Plus Good?

Oh, and in addition to that (and in addition to the already scary litany of secret powers the government already has), now you won’t have to worry yourself about lascivious movies, as the same bill also bans certain types of porn. Because, as we all know, Big Brother knows best.

You may scoff at that, but the fact is that you are now being told what you can and cannot do, because these ‘lewd sex acts’, which are entirely legal for consenting adults, are illegal to record, own or traffic in… and why? Because reasons. Because muh moralz. Because, obviously, you’re too much of a child to be allowed to think for yourself.

And tomorrow, it might be, oh I don’t know, having an opinion on something which is illegal as somebody might have their feefee’s hurt by mean words.

You should be alert for such nannyisms, because they never stop. They only ever get worse. The moral police absolutely will find a new peccadillo to nail you over, tightening those thumbscrews until anything that they don’t like is punishable by years in prison. And it starts with porn, because it’s easy to tell somebody who’s half asleep to think of the children. And it’s a very, very slippery slope.

Get a VPN (no, I’m not being paid by them, but PIA are good), protect your privacy, phone your representatives and tell them they won’t be much longer if they don’t work for your interest, vote for the people who will stand up for your rights and send a message… or it may soon be too late.


Just in case you thought I liked Trump/Pence


Let me explain:

There is a difference between being sick of a system that has grown corrupt, complacent and actively antagonistic to the vast majority of people, and actually liking the replacement.

I am glad of the change, but no, I am in no way glad of El Presidente Orange Hitler.

However, in the same way that Brexit will hurt but ultimately be a good thing, I feel the result of this historic election (after a period of instability and fear, punctuated by jingoism and breast beating) will be far superior to sliding slowly into a future where the society as built — for all its faults, the society that let us fly spaceships to the moon —  would have been replaced by a society that kowtows to a religion that flies planes into buildings.

You want to know what Trump is like? Well, he’s a flake. A buffoon. A moron. The only thing he’s ever been good at doing is tooting his own horn. He’s left a trail of disaster, destruction and bankruptcy wherever he’s been. The only reason a good number of those failed businesses his baby like fat fingers diddled with managed to get chapter 11 protection was under strict guidance that he never be allowed a role governing them ever again.


Trump is being supported by LGBT’s, did you know that?

Make no mistake, Trump’s presidency is going to be rife with nepotism, cronyism, piss and wind, and most of all stark, bollock-breaking incompetence. The single most-said things to the shaved orange ape (after ‘good morning, mr president’ and ‘good night, mister president’) are going to be “no, mr president, you can’t do that” and “no, mr president, you really can’t do that”.

He has no fucking clue how to run a business, and even less of a clue how to run a country. His whole campaign was a shitshow designed to drum up media attention for him as a businessman; he spent every available moment saying one thing from one side of his mouth and another thing from the other, to whoever would actually listen. His wall, his going after Hillary, his strong words about China, his draining of the swamp: all of it, all of it, is garbage. He’s back-peddled on every single one of them.

He never expected to win. Pence, the homophobic mother fucker that he is, never expected to win either. The far right conned Trump into selecting him, and Pence was happy to go along with the farce because there was zero chance anybody else would give him any airtime.

You can tell this by how absolutely nondescript he’s been about being put on fucking notice by the entire cast and crew of that show he went to. He took the verbal dressing down like a champ, and promised to actually be a VP for everyone.

Things might change if Trump has a heart attack and the reins of the USA pass to him, but until that point in time, I think Pence is just holding his balls to stop them being cut off and trying hard to work out how to not be a piece of shit.

Trump, on the other hand, is flinging feces like a baboon on Twitter and whining about safe spaces. Am I surprised? No. No I am not.

I listened to his address a few days ago, direct on Youtube like a fucking prom queen, and laughed. The only thing he’s going to accomplish is to pull out of the TPP, which is unarguably a good thing seeing as how it’s utterly evil.

Everything else he said he’d do either straight up can’t be done, or would take far longer than four years to actually get anywhere with. Especially given how the left loathe him and the right despise him. Even with the right running the show, Trump’s incompetence is going to end up with nobody getting anything done as they’re going to spend two years teaching Trump how not to be a fuckup and two more years wiping his ass everytime he shits himself. And by then, he’s going to be too old and too tired to carry on a job he never wanted in the first place.

And when that happens, whatever’s left of the United States had better field a candidate better than backstabbing Hillary to replace him because anybody is going to look like a godsend at that point.

Another day I’m going to rant on why Hillary was worse than Trump, but I’ll say this: she was competent, but competently evil. And she was a globalist, ideologue of a pattern of a beliefs and behaviours that have impoverished the West and, if it remains unchecked, may destroy it. But, the dragon has awoken. People aren’t laying down for that shit, so they voted in a moron rather than a despot.

Welcome to the Rise of the Alt-Right

Welcome, dear reader. Come in, put your feet up, let’s settle down for a nice chat.

A technology blog? Sure, I love to talk about technology, but right now I need to talk about society — namely Western Society.

No, don’t get that look on your face. I’m not some far-right ultra nationalist. I wouldn’t even particularly call myself a right-winger. In general, I’m a bit of a lefty. The thing is, you need to listen to this because I can tell you’re upset. You’re confused, scared and in some cases angry.

So listen a while, because after I finish talking, you won’t be. You’ll understand. And, more importantly, whether you’re male, female, white, black, brown yellow or green, you’ll be glad of what’s happening.

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A scion of our times

A few days ago, the world was proved unready for the mighty eloquence of today’s presidential candidates.

Great speeches have been heard before, from the timeless and stirring

Even though large tracts of Europe and many old and famous States have fallen or may fall into the grip of the Gestapo and all the odious apparatus of Nazi rule, we shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and if, which I do not for a moment believe, this island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.

To the uplifting (quite literally)

We choose to go to the Moon! … We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard; because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one we intend to win

but, dearest citizens of the world, I don’t think you can behold the true majesty of wit and caveat emptor that is

Grab her by the pussy

Dear friends, this is it. The pinnacle of human civilization. Millennia from now, children in history class will listen, their innocent eyes shining, their precious mouths open, as the single most stunning speech is repeated back to them verbatim. As they learn the true challenges and scope of human ingenuity and wit that, in this year, was forever chiseled into the rock of ages.

Amen, dear friends, amen.

Dear America, are you okay?

Dear America,

Are you okay? Is anybody hurting you?

A few centuries ago, two groups of people left the Old World for the New World — free thinkers, and those wishing to escape persecution for their religious beliefs. I’m not going to pretend there weren’t issues, we didn’t part on the best of terms after all, but all of Europe has been immensely proud of your accomplishments, none less than your dear Mother Britannia.

Lately, however, we have noticed you’ve been going through an exceptionally hard time. Your values, exported from the Motherland that built what was the greatest nation on the planet, have suffered. Your ideals, the most shining example of freedom and individuality in the world, have been tarnished. Your accomplishments, that once literally reached for the moon, have suffered.

I know you’ve had problems in your lands — that whole nasty slavery and apartheid business was shameful, but thankfully ended over 150 years ago and over 60 years ago respectively — but despite all this, you were the country that everybody wanted to be a part of.

You had a beacon of hope, an example of your liberty, enshrined to light your shores.

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Lady Liberty has stood, for over a century, as the gold standard that all over countries should ascribe to.

Of course, your individualism is not without issues. Your demand that each see to their own fate ignores the poor, shelves the needy and partitions your pity. There is no social safety net, there are no worker’s rights. Social services such as education and health are hamstrung at best and self-serving at worst. Your people are increasingly less financially mobile, increasingly less well educated, increasingly less healthy, increasingly homeless in a land that has enough houses for every single family to have three homes.

Entire families are homeless on your streets. In ‘the richest country on Earth’. Why? How does it suit your economy to have entire blocks of houses rotting whilst the people who could be living in them, even at subsidized rates?

And I know you’ve had your issues with how you’ve traditionally treated the darker-skinned members of your race, but something is seriously wrong with them right now.

They seem to think that the 93% death rate due to black-on-black violence is less important than the rest, and is especially less important than the tens that die due to police action, even when that police action is justified.

And, I know we had that spat about self government, but… are you sure you can’t do better than orange hitler and female stalin?

Are you absolutely sure you can’t do better than incompetent versus legitimately evil?

You do know that the rest of the world both admires and is quite frankly in awe of the only country to have an absolutely iron-clad commitment to freedom of speech, right? So why are you giving it away? I thought you were better than that.

I thought you were better at freedom than we were. You came from us, you were supposed to be forged in the image of our best ways, with freedom of the press, not start acting like a dictator, scared of the truth. You were supposed to be better than that, not engage in petty bickering and backstabbing and skullduggery.


That Time Nine Streaks of Piss Ruined Everyones Day

So apparently flying on aeroplanes is white patriarchal oppression of females everywhere. Never mind that people all over the world of all races, colours and creeds and sexes actually fly on them. Never mind some people need to fly on them for business. Never mind that men, women and children are all able to fly on planes, never mind that the BLM head person herself was allowed to fly by the aforementioned nine streaks of piss before they shut down London City’s airport.

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Stop burning the platform

No picture today as it’s just a quickie, but the University of California is apparently outsourcing its IT department to India, to a company that I may or may not have intimate knowledge of.

Not only do the people losing their jobs have to worry, but quite frankly so does everyone who uses U of C’s IT department.

Outsourcing doesn’t work, not for mission-critical services like IT. Expect the whole damned thing to go tits up. It wouldn’t be the first time.


c25k: every run is the hardest


Every run is the hardest. Every run is the one you can’t complete. Every run is the one that you just know you’ll get part way and have to stop, and do the walk of shame home. But if you’re lucky, if you work hard, at some point you’ll find that despite every run being that one you’re sure you won’t complete, every run will leave you feeling great at the end of it as you cross the finishing line.

But you know what? Every run starts with that First Step.

I’m doing my damnedest to make sure that running remains a part of my life now that I’m running for 30 minutes at a go. It’s not as easy as you think, but since I’m still listening to the NHS couch to 5k podcast (the last one, naturally), then I find that when I start humming the first song in the playlist of week 9, then it’s probably time I went running again.

Truly, I’ve had enough of you and Julie…

It’s weird how that works, but the song is catchy, it reminds me of the podcast, which reminds me I should go running, so I do. Win win, really.

But before you sniff and disregard this post, I want to tell you something: Every run starts with a First Step. Mine was about two years ago. I ran for a few weeks, got to about week 3 and had to stop. I got a cold that lasted for 2 weeks, and then rain that lasted 6. Then last year I made it to about week 4. And then it rained again.

But the important thing is that this year I picked it up again, and this time I’m at 9 weeks and counting.

Sure, I guess I can regret that I didn’t get to 9 weeks two years ago, but I don’t regret starting. I guess I should call that first step this year as the really important one, but any way you slice it, I got to the 9 weeks. And whether you give up after the first couple of minutes, that first couple of weeks or the first couple of months, if you keep on trying to get yourself into shape, sooner or later you’ll succeed, even if it’s by accident.

If I can do it, you can. I’m not finished getting into shape, not by a long shot. Currently my shape is a pear and it should be more of… well, I guess still a pear, but the other way up. Broad shoulders, manly chest and so on.

I’ll get there.

Movie Night: Suicide Squad


26% on Rotten Tomatoes? Were the critics watching the same movie that the audiences were?

At 78% (so nearly 8/10 rather than 3/10 from the peanut gallery), I have to side with the audience. That’s also roughly the score I’d give it.

What this is, is the most comic-booky comic book movie in a long time, with super powered villains, vainglorious anti-heroes and plenty of bullets, arms, legs and buildings flying about in pieces. There are a good selection of characters to ogle at as they strut their funky numbers on screen and the finale is satisfyingly explosive.

If you like superhero movies, you’ll love this one. It’s not quite as good as The Avengers was when it first popped on screen, but I think it’s close to Avengers 2, and better than in places.

It’s not without flaws, and a definitive directors cut will be a vastly superior film (quite probably in the same vein as the ultimate edition of Batman vs Superman is massively improved in cohesive narrative) but it’s still definitely a fun ride.

I’ll write a bit more after the break, it may be spoilery so proceed at your own risk. I’m writing more about this one than Trek simply because the difference in critic vs audience is so huge.

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