Monday, 13 August 2012

So that was fun...

It's true what they say, you know. Revenge, like Gazpacho soup, is best served cold. Some of you will probably have seen my brief appearance on Channel 4's Dispatches today. So I thought I might explain myself, especially considering the title; "Tricks of the Dole Cheats." 

Not my idea for a title, by the way. Not entirely sure that gives the right idea?

Anyway, the unfortunate title is supposed to provoke a question; "What are the tricks of the dole cheats?" The answer that I personally am praying to any deity foolish enough to heed my call that the viewer came to is; "There are no tricks. Just the utter incompetence of the JobCentre Plus."

Because they really are. I used to take it as a complement when people used to tell me that my being unemployed was a waste. Now I just angrily agree. Because that's what I feel like. A junked unit. 
And I shouldn't be. I'm eager and ready to go. The news tells me industry says there's a skill shortage. But the jobcentre tells me to take my degree of my CV, that it might make me seem overqualified. It might scare employers. Degrees are supposed to be a sign of intelligence. When was a lack of intelligence a desirable quality for an employee?

I guess at the end of the day, I did it because I'm tired. I'm tired of the contempt. The prejudice. I'm tired of being treated like scum by those people. And I'm not the only one. Did they really think they could treat us like this for so long and we wouldn't do anything about it? Did you really think we would allow you to routinely strip our dignity, let you humiliate us into subservience? This is England, stupid! This is Great Britain, not some backward state in America. You push us, we push back. I push back.

This is a word of warning to the next organization that attempts to wage psychological warfare on resourceful, intelligent people. 

Don't. Because truthfully, you do not know what you are fucking with.

Britain is known for its thinkers. And you tell me to hide my intelligence? You tell me to take my degree of my CV? To act stupid, aim for the mud? 

I will show you the depths of my resourcefulness, and I'll find a way to push back in a way you weren't quite expecting. But you'll really wish I hadn't just done that.

And finally, other than selfish vengeance, my ulterior motive. You'll have noticed that at the end it mentions that of all the people featured in the programme, only I am still unemployed. I'd really like to change that. And hey, what better advertisement than on TV, right? 

Come on, guys! I've got a degree in Genetics, A-levels in Computing, Biology, Design, Btecs in Music Technology, and GCSE's grades A-C coming out of my arsehole. Surely someone, somewhere can think of a better use for me than a McDonalds Team Member? Than a shelf-stacking Sales Assistant? Please?

I mean, why else do we send our children to University? What the hell was all the money that the government invested in me to become a Geneticist spent for? So your check-out boy can tell you the exact makeup of the GM tomatoes you just bought?

I worked hard. I tried my hardest, and I thought that I had succeeded. Now I'm told that my success is a burden. A burden that I need to be ashamed of. That I need to hide from. This isn't how it's supposed to be, is it?

Watching the Olympics, I saw a guy called Mo say legendary words. "By hard work and grafting, you can achieve success. It's just hard work and grafting." That's how it should be. You wouldn't tell an Olympian to hide his medals. You shouldn't tell a graduate to hide his degree.

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Darth Libor


As you can probably already tell, I'm a bit of a conspiracy theorist. The phrase "they're all in league!" springs from my lips more oft than I would like to confess. I love a good conspiracy, it's almost as good as a whodunit, and almost always as formulaic. 

Just like a good episode of Bones, a good conspiracy follows a fixed pattern; An event happens or a fact is discovered (even if fact or event is fictional). Hype and excitement is generated, as more and more people hear about said fact/event and share it with their friends. Then, and this is my favourite part, the compulsive dot-connectors start doing their thing. A massive web of possibilities are spun around the original fact/event, then it gets a spin, then a story, and before you can turn around twice a legend has been born, something that Hollywood will no doubt ruin at a later point. Then, once everyone gets bored after a few weeks, the iron-solid wall of belief falls away from the central fact/event and you realise it for the obvious piece of incompetence that it actually was. Turns out Obama isn't a Kenyan Communist, some people are just a bit racist. The George Bush Administration didn't cause 9/11, they were just too arrogant to stop it. The terrorist plot to blow up a bus? Just a guy trying to give up smoking.

This is how a conspiracy is supposed to end, with it being proved untrue, that actually it was just panic and botched accounting. I've said it once, and no doubt I will say it again many times, God I love the Leveson Inquiry! The web of corruption! There are charts of it! Actual official published charts that look like they should be in the background of a spy movie! And the twisted thing is its all real. Real bent cops selling the real locations of the royal family to real corrupt journalist. This isn't how it's supposed to be. Conspiracy theories are fun because their grandiose megalomaniac ideas are wrong. It's all just a political geek's version of Narnia. Because the thought of a vast web of the rich and powerful making sure that you, the common person, will always be kept down and made to pay for their opulent lifestyle, if it were true, would be a terrifying thing. Being worried that someone was tapping your phone was supposed to be a sign of paranoia. It's not as much fun when it's real, because the consequences are also real. Real people really suffer.

So I'm not really sure to think about this whole LIBOR scandal. The size of it is just too big, it makes me want to shout "CONSPIRACY!!" and have a giggle about whether Nazi Zombies are involved. After all, this is Lex Luthor territory. A guy called Bob Diamond (his actual name), the CEO of Barclays conspired with virtually all the big banks, plus a few chunks of the Government, to rig the value of money itself. As a really smart guy called Chris Hayes said on his show, it's like a group of merchants conspiring to agree that a foot is three inches smaller than it actually is, so they all have more and are therefore richer. And it looks like a few of our dear lords and masters were in on the deal

It's one thing to rant about your lot in life, and to blame the man for trying to keep you down. It's quite another to see the published emails of the man flirting with his banker friends, offering to crack open a bottle of Bollinger after selling your future.

Makes you wonder how many more scandals can these people take? It's all come out now, your greed and your arrogance are well known, and we do not like the slimy, self serving little games that you have been playing with everything that we hold precious. If you try to take a person's food, then you should really lock your pantry. If you try to take a person's house, then you better have a bloody high wall around yours. If you try to take a person's future, then they just might try to make yours very difficult.

Monday, 25 June 2012

Durgz


I'm getting a little bit pissed off with the government's most favourite of excuses for justifying screwing over the poor and the young; they're all on drugs. They're all just feral junkies, there's no point giving them anything because they'll just spend it all on drugs anyway. In fact, it's better to keep them poor, because then they won't be able to afford all those drugs!  

Let me take this opportunity to tell a truth that no-one seems to be willing to say. No shit. Of course we're on drugs. We're destitute. We have nothing much to look forward to. If someone told you "Hey, miserable guy, eat this. It'll put you really happy mood for about an hour, guaranteed." could you really say no? 

They say time heals all wounds, and this is true in many cases. But when time itself is the wound, when its slow but steady passage is the problem, then it becomes unbearable, and seemingly inescapable. Take the youth of today. We know what's going on, we all have internet access. We can Google. Some greedy rich people lost all their money doing dodgy deals, and now all the poor people have to pay for their failure. We have no jobs, no prospects, and no future. And there is no reason to expect that this will ever change. So with no future, there is only this moment, only now. So why not feel good in the now, damned be the consequences? With youth idolised and age despised, why care about your health? "I hope I die before I grow old" is a very old lyric. "I don't wanna live forever" is another golden oldie. Telling someone that they will die if they do something is not a deterrent, it's often a path to a form of martyrdom. "I told you I was hardcore!"

But it's not just us. It's all of you as well. We're all on drugs. We have our reasons. What are yours?

There are those that will even protest that they're not on drugs. It's the hypocrisy more than anything else that gets me. Alcohol, which in my opinion should be at least class B (because an overdose can kill you) is completely legal and a-ok. Tobacco is fine, despite the fact that I can easily identify the addictive cancer-causing chemicals in it. I could just point out the large cyanide content. And that's all acceptable, because society says so. But we have to lock up the ravers and the stoners, it's for their own good. Don't forget to add it's for their benefit, all for their health and safety.

"I believe there is no safe drug." This, coming from alcoholic politicians! You really want to live drug free? Then stop breathing the air. There are drugs in it. Stop drinking the water. There are drugs in that too. You can even absorb drugs through your skin, so careful with what brands of washing up powder and washing up liquid you have. 

Seriously though, after watching an advert for shampoo with taurine in, it has become obvious that people really don't have a clue. Taurine is a stimulant similar to caffiene, that was originally extracted from a bull's testicles. It's bullock bollock juice. You drink it, it keeps you awake. You don't rub it on your head. There's no such thing as coffee shampoo or caffeinated shampoo, that sounds stupid. But Taurine is a turbo-charged wing-giving ultra-amazing super-miracle! So putting it in a shampoo makes sense, right? It'll make your hair go!

People are ignorant about drugs all right, they don't even know what the word "drug" means. It means "a chemical that has an effect upon the body". And the context is important to. Like the drug cabinet in the hospital? Everyone condemns the smack head for using heroin to blot out emotional pain, but as soon as they get a compound fracture somewhere you watch that same person scream for morphine to blot out the physical pain. Well sorry, it's a drug, remember? It might be dangerous. You might get addicted. So enjoy the slivers of bone slicing into your muscle and nerve. Don't you feel so pure and drug-free?

I mean even from an economic point of view it's laughable. "You, poor person! You are forbidden from setting up a lucrative business even though you have massive demand for your product!" And in truth, it's not those who are already poor who try to profit from selling drugs. They can't afford the capital to start up the enterprise. It's those who have money now but who are at risk of becoming poor. Like the policeman who just got fired, but who knows all the tricks. Or the ex-nurse that just got laid off due to the cuts to the NHS. Or the ex-soldier.

In a recession, even those who have moral qualms are finding their qualms calmed by impinging poverty. When it comes down to having to sell the family caravan, or using it as a hydroponics bay, it seems that most well-educated middle-class conservatives choose to go hydro. Ethics are nice, but money buys things! Money gets you status, makes to someone of worth. Someone that is worth something, because without money then you are someone who is worthless. At least in the eyes of this society.

And that, I believe, is the real problem here. The judgement of our society is incredibly schizophrenic when it comes to these things. As is often the case with too many parents who discover that their kids are addicted to something that they clearly can't handle, they try to hide it from their friends. There first impulse isn't towards their child's medical condition, its towards their own social status. "What will people think?" The obvious conclusion, the conclusion that you have just made. That you're a bad parent, that you don't know what your child gets up to and you can't control them. That may be true, but it's nothing to do with control. Your problem is that you cannot communicate with your child. You don't know them, and you don't want to know them because their culture scares you. It's alien to you, and you don't understand it. You tell yourself it's a phase, and that there's nothing that you, the parent needs to do to understand the child. No, it's the child that will suddenly, miraculously upon their 18th birthday "grow up" and immediately understand you. Because we all become telepathic on our 18th, right? 

Well, no, we don't. And we don't really "grow up" either. My mum still goes to the Rocky Horror Picture show. In a black corset. Honestly, I respect her more for that than her many years of being punctual at work, or having a tidy house. You want to know why the kids do what they do? Grow a pair, walk up to one of the scary hoodies, and ask them. You will probably get a polite response, even if it is using local slang. Try not to be too offended, the meaning of words do change, as does the context in which a word is used. Sometimes the word "fucking" is an adjective, not a verb.

Seriously, I dare you. Ask them the biggie, the elephant in the room. Why? Why are our children doing drugs? 

Perhaps it's because we like to escape the polluted, war-torn, ultra-materialistic hyper-corporate world that we have been dumped with. You want to be an artist? Tough, only Maths, English and Science count at school now. You want to be free from this modern world and live in a field with a tent and a cow? Well that's illegal, your trespassing. You haven't paid council tax. The Unreal Kafkaland will not let you find peace, it will squeeze you till you pop. And then charge your next of kin for the privilege of disposing of the body. 

And so we escape. We drink, we smoke, we feel good and we live in the moment. Because what else is there? If you paid attention at school, then more fool you. You're still going to end up working at McDonalds rubbing shoulders with those that didn't care and had a laugh. So why bother? The system has forgotten you, so forget about the system. Live outside the box. It's a much happier place. 

It's just a shame that serenity is illegal.

Sunday, 17 June 2012

Apptivism

An idea came to me the other day, an interesting idea for these very interesting times. I believe that there is a way that all of us, the people who are ruled, who are powerless to change the world around us, can do just that. And I don't mean gradually, I mean quickly. Very quickly. New laws within a month quickly.

The reason I say these bold things is because there are two worlds now. The physical world, and the Internet. The Internet is a completely different country, with its own language, culture and even in some forms its own media and its own military in the forms of YouTube and Anonymous. The truly remarkable thing about this shiny new land upon the hill is it's government. Some people would say that's a stupid thing to say, that the Internet doesn't have a government, it can't by its very nature, a decentralised communications network. But I disagree, I think that by that same nature it's method of government becomes apparent. Because the Internet is a hive mind. It's the first true democracy, it's will generated and displayed by the millions of content-generating nodes that make up its network. By us. We ARE the Internet, as it is the sum of our thoughts and feelings that we wish to share to others. It's almost a form of telepathy, the ability to send ideas and concepts from mind to mind. After all, the Troll Face meme contains no words. Once seen, we understand it instinctively. It doesn't need translating, because its already in its own language, the first language. It's a digital cave painting, a common feeling shared by all. 

Like the feeling that David Cameron and his government are unfit to rule us. That they are corrupt, pandering for the favour of the very rich at the expense of everyone else. That they will lead this country to ruin. That there will be more riots. That those riots will probably happen during the Olympics. That the shame that will bring to Britain will tarnish its name for decades.

This would be bad. And also unproductive. Companies would see Britain as unstable. The money would move away. We would become like Greece, with no one willing to invest in us. I don't like capitalism, especially the crony corporate capitalism that we have in 2012, but we don't have a choice. We live in that world. The corporations have the power now. Lord Tesco, Rupert Murdoch and Richard Branson tell the government what to do, not the other way around. 

But that, in a way, is a good thing. Because the corporations are beholden to us. They want our money, they need our money in order to survive. Remember, a business is like a bacterium. It has only one purpose; to survive. But we are the ones with the choice in this "free market". We can choose one or another. Tescos or Morrisons. E.Coli or Salmonella. If we consistently choose one, and boycott the other, starve it of resources, it will eventually die. And then the survivor will be nervous, because they just saw a rival become extinct. They will know the environment has changed, and that they will have to adapt to the new factor, or die.

The good bit is that we decide what the new factor is. Why did we boycott their rival? Was it because they had extensively used oppressed unpaid labour? Or was it that they participated in a government scheme that you disagree with? Polluted the entire Gulf of Mexico? Outsourced to Chinese factories that have working conditions that force workers to commit suicide? We have the power of choice. Just switch provider. Stop giving them your money. We tend to think of cost, of price, as having to give someone else some of your money. But if you prevent someone from making money, then that costs them too. And that's what we can do. We can take from companies their lifeblood, their obsession. We can cost them money.

Obviously this is a bit simplistic, one person never ever using a BP pump ever again isn't going to do much. BP won't notice the dint in their profits that one person can make, and they even know why your refusing to buy their oil. This is where the Internet comes in.

The parts that Facebook, Twitter and the Blackberry messaging service played in the August riots cannot be denied by anyone. The government was so scared by this unexpected use of modern technology that they considered a China-style Internet blackout in the event of another riot1. That's how much they fear what is, for the Elite trying to stay in control, the ultimate nightmare. The informed and educated mob. If you're ruling a democracy, but are doing things that are unpopular, you want the people to know as little as possible about those policies, because you still want the people to vote for you, come the election. Come election time, there as at the whimsy of our collective judgement just as much as the companies are. But politicians tend to be infinitely more aware of this, because of the nature of elections. We are each presented with a form, and given the explicit opportunity to say "Fuck you!" and vote for the other guy. Corporations don't really have this. Why would they? Who would create such a thing? What corporation or moneyed individual in their right mind would create something that would efficiently funnel power back to the people? Surely the motivation if you are in power is in the other direction, hence why we've had voter suppression for as long as there has been voting. 

But you don't need money to start up a Facebook page. You don't need a penny to create an online petition. You can even get free hosting to build your own website. Communication is free now. And us communicating, us organising is what they fear. We can, en masse, change the minds of corporations. We can bully the wealthy until they do what we want, instead of the reverse.

Take the example of Rush Limbaugh, an extreme right-wing American talk-show host. We don't really have his sort of highly politicised preach-show in the UK (thank God), but put briefly he's a bit like the radio version of the Sun. Lowbrow stuff, mostly designed to inspire fear, racism, homophobia and other right-wing talking points. Heavily endorsed by the Republicans (the American Tories) of course. His days on the airwaves could be numbered however, because one by one his sponsors have pulled their support and more importantly their funding for Rush's show. Big names, like Ford and McDonalds. This happened in no small part because of two women, Nita Chaudhary and Shaunna Thomas, who started an online feminist movement called UltraViolet.2 They got pissed off with Rush calling women who wanted to go on the pill sluts and whores. So they made a website where you can click a button and add your name to a petition. The petition for Rush's advertisers to cease their support garnered over 160,000 signatures within a few days.3
 
This sort of speed is unheard of in the world of politics. Usually change needs money, and time. Usually so much time that someone with more money has drowned you out with spin and propaganda.

Not any more, though. You don't need a soap box or a megaphone to spread your message any more. You don't need a legally accessible public space for people to protest, that could suddenly become illegal and inaccessible at the ruling of a judge, at the behest of a city's corporate doppelganger. You don't even need people to turn up. After all, its 2012. You don't need to take the day off and get on a Union-paid coach to go to London to protest. Today you can protest while at work, with your Blackberry in your 10 minute cigarette break. You can do it through the TV, when you've got the baby asleep. You can do it in the pub, and get all your mates to join in. You no longer have to stand up to be counted, you just have to click the button to sign the petition. You just have to threaten to boycott the right companies. 

Back in February, within a few days of people finding out about Tesco using unpaid slave labour, there were protests. As the online storm grew, plans for greater protests were made. Before the day of protest even arrived, Tesco buckled, and pressured the government into removing all the involuntary aspects from their Work Experience Programme. The people's oppressor had became their champion, and this epic flip-flop was caused simply by the threat from social media, of the people en masse, the big fish made up of little fish. Us

This isn't traditional activism, in the sense of the Occupy movement. This isn't online Hacktivism, of the sort demonstrated by Anonymous. This is something else, passive online activism. Activism on the Internet, through your phone, or TV, or tablet, accessed by a Facebook app. Apptivism. 

Step 1) Be annoyed by something. Decide to make a change.

Step 2) Find the companies sponsoring it. Target them. If there are no direct sponsors, then find out who is making it happen. Who is involved? Who does the authors of your discontent socialise with? Target them. 

Step 3) Make the Fuck You button. This is the most important step. Create an online petition, that people can click to sign. Or make a template e-mail, that people can click to send to whoever is in charge after adding their name. Or start a Facebook group that people can like or join. Do combinations. Make it a maximum of three clicks for anyone who sees your Fuck You button to utilise it. You want to make it as easy as physically possible for your target audience to use your button.

Step 4) Share the Love. Spread your button across the length and breadth of cyberspace. Post it everywhere. As a statistical geneticist I can tell you with a great deal of certainty that a minimum of 4% of people who randomly see your button will click it. 10,000 page views = 400 people. Think big. Get as many friends to share the button as possible. 

In the era of social media, politics is a different animal. Our information is now coming to us unfiltered and uncensored by any agenda, from dozens of sources, and we are actively encouraged to interact, to like or dislike, to shape the news and what comes next. The Murdoch ways simply don't work anymore, they're just too slow. This becomes painfully apparent whenever a politician appears on TV with a polished smile and a carefully prepared speech. People can watch the video embedded on their friend's Facebook page, Google it, fact check, and be talking and Tweeting about it themselves within minutes. We can disassemble the spin, re-parse the sentence, analyse the true meaning, and post it online so fast that the people watching the video on YouTube won't even have to scroll.

How long do you think the Government can lie to us about the unemployment figures and about the taxes of big business? How long do you think they will try to keep sabre-toothed tigers in bags too small for kittens, like privatising the police force and the NHS?

People are beginning to wake up, to lose their tolerance for deception. You can fool some people sometimes, but you can't fool all the people all of the time. Especially if they all have Internet access.

Friday, 15 June 2012

God I Love Living in the Future!


Upon re-reading some of my articles today I'm beginning to realise that this blog is beginning to take a somewhat pessimistic tone, and so I've decided that amongst my usual grumpy rantings I'm going to stick several recurring themes to show that it isn't all doom and gloom. So I give you the first of many, the totally geek-orientated; God I Love Living in the Future!

Because, in many respects, it is the future now! Or at least it is according to virtually all of the Sci-fi shows and films that I used to watch (and occasionally still do! X^D) Take Terminator, for example. We've survived Judgement Day! August 29, 1997 came and went. We even got through the revised 2003, 2004 and 2011 Judgement Days! Wooo! We should really start digging on the moon for that Black Block, because both 2001 and 2010 are now in the history books, and I'm yet to see anyone having a Space Odyssey. Although my email account does tell me good morning. Smarmy little bastard. 

And that's kinda my point. We don't have phasers and force fields quite yet, but we're getting close. So in each God I Love Living in the Future!  I'm going to list three awesome things that are real now. And I'm not even going to include the obvious stuff, like how mobiles work a lot like communicators. You can even call your mum by saying "Kirk to Enterprise" into the mouthpiece. Or how the thing that Picard got handed by various Ensigns looks a lot like an iPad. Or even how fond Picard is of Skype. I think it's a bit odd that they never put the two together. Now you can actually video-call someone on a hand-held pad. Which is a little bit awesome when you think about it.
Anyway, enough Star Trek references and onto the good stuff. I've put them in reverse order of awesomeness.

3. Graphene 
Graphene is a new nano-material that was discovered recently. It's 2-dimensional, and superconductive at room temperature. The smaller it gets the more efficient it gets, the reverse of silicon. This lets you have very small computer chips. As in atoms big. And best of all, it's not even rare. It's made of pure carbon. Graphite, the stuff that's in pencils. This, my friends, is the start of nanotechnology. Computers the size of cells. When Intel start making graphene processors, then computers are gonna get hella fast hella quick.


2.Brain-Computer Interface 
A Brain-Computer Interface is pretty self-explanatory. Its an interface between a human brain and a computer. It lets the machine read your thoughts. This has many applications, such as getting James May around in a thought-controlled wheelchair, to the exo-skeleton that let a woman paralysed from the waist down run the London Marathon this year, to the robotic arm that is plugged directly into the mind of a totally paralysed woman, allowing her to feed herself coffee for the first time. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, We are the Borg. Resistance is Futile.


1. Synthia
This is the big one. This still gets me excited and I'm a little embarrassed to say a bit emotional when I think about it. I'm a geneticist after all. I'll try not to embellish too much, and just say it plain and simple.

We have created synthetic life. We have written a life form on a computer, and then created it in a laboratory. A species exists now that did not exist before. Not through divine will, but by our scientific knowledge, by our human innovation, by our insatiable curiosity to understand the very nature of what we are, the nature of life itself. And now we do. 

We are the Engineers from Prometheus.