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The fact is, the poet does not want admiration, he wants to be believed.
— Jean Cocteau Quotes (@CocteauQuotes) September 21, 2020
Populist Poet
I'll write anything for money me!
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I thought of the title of this blog post before I knew what I was going to write. A play on the words loan/lone shark. ha ha! Been done...
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I became politicised on the journey towards and in prison. The first book I read from the excellent prison library was the True History ...
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"The wider, silent majority is absolutely with us" said Alun Cairns of his bastard bairns, 7th Generation of the I...
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”One of the first laws against air pollution came in 1300 when King Edward I decreed the death penalty for burning of coal. At least o...
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http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-politics-28132774 Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar h...
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Well in that case, I want to be the doors on Cardiff Central Library. The new super duper Cardiff Central library at the bottom of the Ha...
Friday, 18 July 2025
Thursday, 17 July 2025
Where is our Capital then?
In my almost 60 years on this planet I can safely state without fear of contradiction that "The British are horrible bastards" So convinced am I of this undisputable fact that I have put it as my bio on my/Elon Musk's twitter account.
I need to extrapolate to further hurt the feelings of the skull now scratching its head in perplexity. 💀
We have seen with our own eyes that those who identify as Loyalist in Northern Ireland have a propensity for bigotry and xenophobia.
The British in England are the racists, the anti-boat people, the pro Lucy Connolly people, the Rupert Lowe fan club.
In Wales, the British are the loyalist swans, the Valley patriots, the keep our hotels for paying guests and not migrants brigade and the wrongly named Voice of Wales.
In Scotland, they are the Rangers, Orange Order, Sectarian, We love the Queen brigade.
All horrible, horrible bastards because they worship a made up culture and that made up culture is the British one. It is one that has been foisted on the Irish, Scots, Welsh and English by Monarchy and the Upper Classes to get them more cannon fodder to fight foreign wars.
The picture above mooching about on twitter yesterday got me to thinking. If London is Loyalist Swans Capital then where is our Capital here in West Wales. It should be Machynlleth of course, the seat of Owain Glyndwr's Parliament but it isn't very big. Should it be Amwythig, Shrewsbury the seat of power of the old Marcher Lords? We know that in North Wales Liverpool is referred to as the Capital and with good reason. Geographically closer than Cardiff it provided work for Gogs who could nip back and across the invisible border for tea.
Cardiff, that reluctant capital of Wales, the city that didn't vote for devolution in 1997 has had the Senedd as an appendage on its South shore since 1999. Working Class Cardiff and it is still predominantly working class has no time for these out of towners who bring their 'Welshness' into a Somali and Irish city.
"Why do we have to speak Welsh? Why do they want to ram it down our throats" said my former neighbour in Grangetown who knew full well that I had sympathy for the language and spoke a few words.
Having lived in the Diff for thirty years I can say that Cardiff doesn't care about the rest of Wales. The rest of Wales does not exist as far as it is concerned. If it swapped geographical location with Bristol it would be perfectly happy. It could be that over the last two decades in particular and in the two decades before that, Cardiff saw an influx of Welsh Speakers who decided to take the mother tongue and implant it with zeal fostering Welsh Language Primary and Secondary schools. My old neighbour was one who stood outside what is now Glantaf Secondary School in Ystum Taf/Llandaff North with a placard which said 'No Welsh School here'. "We didn't want it here" he used to shout, his Cardiff twang almost shattering the chandeliers of City Hall. I deduced before I left the reluctant Capital of Wales that he was so bitter towards the Welsh Language because he had married a Welsh girl from Ffald y Brenin in Carmarthenshire and she divorced him after seven years and he carried that wound around as a badge of dishonour enabling him to be emotionally dysregulated towards Wales' first language. Strangely enough he didn't identify as British, he used to say "I am Cardiff and European".
The attitude of the horrible bastards in Northern Ireland almost mirrors that to the British in Wales. Their thought patterns go along the lines of "the Welsh language here is a nuisance, it makes the Welsh feel less Welsh because they don't speak it and it's a fucking difficult language to learn so why should I go to the trouble of learning it". Kneecap, the rap band promote the Irish Language and the Loyalist Horrible bastards use that as a stick to beat them with. It's not British, it's Irish so it's not welcome here.
So where do I in Aberystwyth and surrounds believe our Capital to be? After much deliberation I would have to say Rhayader because of the ridiculous traffic situation in the town. Any four way crossroads with a clock tower in the middle that relies on the courtesy and common sense of drivers to allow smooth traffic flow deserves to be christened a Capital. With the 'Royal Welsh' looming, good luck!
Thursday, 10 July 2025
Posh or Pompous?
As a follow on from the previous blog post "Prejudiced towards the Posh" I would like to extend the study further into pomposity. Pompousness is something that I would associate with a guest on Radio 4's Moral Maze. An academic Professor like Jordan Peterson in my opinion is a pompous ass.
Can you be pompous if you are not posh? Pomposity is arrogance in posh people in my opinion. Would you get a pompous working class person? You can have stuck up people who look down on others but is this pomposity?
I see pomposity as a way of speaking. If you are pompous then you are condescending, sarcastic, believing the person you are dealing with to be inferior and ignorant.
Nigel Farage and Rupert Lowe are pompous. Like Richard Tice, they believe that their public school education has given them an advantage over the Comprehensive and Secondary Modern oiks who vote Reform UK. They have to tone things down in front of the plebs but you can imagine the noise when they and their ilk are all alone in the drawing room and the brandy and cigars are brought out.
Yesterday in Parliament when Starmer was talking about grifters and conmen and Nigel Farage stood up as if on command, Rupert Lowe on the bench behind Farage started pissing himself with pompous laughter. Farage's working class batman Lee Anderson was most put out "Will you shut up"
We have been run by pompous asses since Margaret Thatcher took the plum out of the greengrocer's shop and put it in her mouth. I am convinced that how somebody speaks is a greater indicator of their personality than any other trait or action. Think about John Major and Keir Starmer both with that back of the throat south of england stockbroker belt soporific monotony which could put a glass eye to sleep.
Two of the most pompous Prime Ministers we've had in living memory are David Cameron and Boris Johnson, Eton and the Bullingdon Club. You cannot hide that level of privilege. With smaller class sizes and all the advantages that 'Public School' privately educated pupils enjoy these two were pomposity on stilts but the question still has to be asked how the hell did their pompous asses get so high up within the Conservative Party that they were able to be voted in as Prime Minister over a country of horrible bastards.
Since the demonisation of small boat migrants by the right wing I have begun to refer to Britain and its right wing xenophobic electorate as horrible bastards. There can be no better description of them. People who worship pompous, posh public school educated pimps over poor migrants escaping their war torn hellscape for the imperious, imperialist, sceptic isle. I bet you couldn't describe one of these small boat migrants as pompous "Oh hello darling, we've arrived in the country that gave the world Wimbledon, any Pimms and strawberries and cream for us?"
If I haven't heard pompous for a while and am being driven mad by local vernacular then I just turn on BBC Radio 4, the home of posh and pomposity in Britain. The fact that the posh and pompous are in thrawl to their Zionist overlords makes their own white privilege shrink somewhat. They might Lord it over the rest of us but they still have to bow down to Netanyahu and his genocidairs because it was one of their own Arthur James Balfour who drew up the declaration for the settlement of a Jewish Homeland in Palestine and it is these posh and pompous bastards that have proscribed Palestine Action as a terrorist organisation.
As I continue to claim, Britain and the British are horrible bastards.
Monday, 30 June 2025
Prejudiced towards the Posh
This doesn't mean I hate Peterborough Utd although as a lifelong Wrexham fan I was not over fond of Alex Ferguson's son as our Captain. There was something arrogant and self centered about him. There was something "Posh" about him and here he is in his second spell as manager of Peterborough Utd.
No I am prejudiced towards people whose accents give away the fact that they were born into privilege here in the UK. The accent is mostly upper crust English, Jacob Rees-Mogg, Iain Duncan Smith, Sara Montague aka Lady Brooke on Radio 4's the World at One.
The voice that really grinds my gears is Justin Webb's on Radio 4's Today programme. Like Marti Webb singing "Take that look off your face" in Tell me on a Sunday I want to shout out "Take that plum out of your mouth" on a Monday morning.
The posh can be found at this time of year at Wimbledon and Lord's cricket ground. The bastions of Upper Class consciousness in England. I will obviously be accused by people who support the IDF of the 'politics of envy'
Where did all the Hooray Henrys of the early 1990's go? Where are all the ancient and decrepid Sloane Rangers? Living in a stately pile outside of London or in a penthouse suite in Marylebone.
David Cameron and Boris Johnson, the bullies of the Bullingdon Club, were our most recent examples of Posh Boys gone right to the top. Walking through the underground tunnel from Eton to Westminster via Windsor Castle.
Friday, 27 June 2025
diwedd y gân yw’r geiniog
diwedd
y gân yw’r geiniog
A sweary anti-capitalist poem in
Wenglish
Being out in ‘masnach’ does my f*****g
head in!
“diwedd y gân yw’r geiniog”
Well f**k the song and f**k the penny
I was imprisoned for using threatening
language in a bank
“Give me my money or I will explode a
bomb”
and then I opened my shirt like a
flasher.
That was enough to get me 114 days on
remand
in one of Amsterdam’s
toughest prisons
90 days for them to investigate and 24 on
top for good luck
That was 20 years ago and I am still
bitter.
I haven’t worked since.
Anti-Capitalists should be given medals
not jail sentences.
It’s time for a new system
This one has killed so many
Jesus was tipping over the tables of the money lenders way back when
He didn’t do it once, he did it four
times or so the gospels do say
and he did it in Welsh translation
a language much older than English
and Nigel Farage of Reform UK waves his
hand and says
“Encourage the language by all means”
Well here goes then
Matthew 21:12-13
Aeth Iesu i mewn i gwrt y deml a gyrru
allan bawb oedd yn prynu a gwerthu yn y farchnad yno. Gafaelodd ym myrddau'r
rhai oedd yn cyfnewid arian a'u troi drosodd, a hefyd meinciau y rhai oedd yn
gwerthu colomennod.
Mark 11:15-19
Pan gyrhaeddodd Iesu Jerwsalem,
aeth i gwrt y deml a dechrau gyrru allan bawb oedd yn prynu a gwerthu yn y
farchnad yno. Gafaelodd ym myrddau'r rhai oedd yn cyfnewid arian a'u troi
drosodd, a hefyd meinciau y rhai oedd yn gwerthu colomennod. Yna
gwrthododd adael i unrhyw un gario pethau i'w gwerthu i mewn i'r deml. Yna dechreuodd eu dysgu, “Onid ydy'r ysgrifau sanctaidd yn
dweud:
‘Bydd
fy nhŷ i yn cael ei alw
yn
dŷ gweddi i'r holl genhedloedd.’?
Ond
dych chi wedi troi'r lle yn ‘guddfan i ladron’
Luke 19:45-48
Aeth i mewn i gwrt y deml a
dechrau gyrru allan bawb oedd yn gwerthu yno. Meddai
wrthyn nhw, “Mae'r ysgrifau sanctaidd yn dweud, ‘Bydd fy nhŷ i yn cael ei alw
yn dŷ gweddi’; ond dych chi wedi troi'r lle yn ‘guddfan i ladron’!”
John 2:13-16
Roedd yn amser Gŵyl y Pasg (un o
wyliau'r Iddewon), a dyma Iesu'n mynd i Jerwsalem. Yng
nghwrt y deml gwelodd bobl yn gwerthu ychen, defaid a cholomennod, ac eraill yn
eistedd wrth fyrddau yn cyfnewid arian. Felly gwnaeth chwip
o reffynnau, a'u gyrru nhw i gyd allan o'r deml gyda'r defaid a'r ychen.
Chwalodd holl arian y rhai oedd yn cyfnewid arian, a throi eu byrddau
drosodd. Yna meddai wrth y rhai oedd yn gwerthu colomennod, “Ewch
â'r rhain allan o ma! Stopiwch droi tŷ fy Nhad i yn farchnad!”
Diolch i https://beibl.net/
am y gair
masnach - business
diwedd y gân yw’r geiniog - the end of the song is the penny
Wednesday, 25 June 2025
Dour old sourpuss
Dour old Sourpuss
Dour old sourpuss
Sour old dour puss
I met you at the bus
stop
God I can talk
and so can you
but I do to fill the
silences
to quieten the
thoughts.
You said that I
annoyed you
You wouldn’t explain
why
You thought that I
was a soft touch
Somebody with porous
boundaries
“I’ll help you do
that”
“I’ll help you do
this”
I realised what I was
doing and withdrew
and that threw you.
You thought that you
would benefit
from a man like me
but thank God I
managed to see
and then to flee.
Now the occasional
contact
to ascertain whether I can
be leant on,
but I can’t
and I realise that
you are
a dour old sourpuss.
Friday, 20 June 2025
I'm not a Convenience Store
Hey former old friend!
Thanks for contacting me out of the blue!
You've heard that I live in a pretty part of the world?
From who?
You thought that you would just like to drop on by?
How many years has it been?
I've changed, I'm not the same as I was.
I discovered something called boundaries
You knew I didn't have any and took full advantage
I hated myself and you didn't help me
You assisted me to despise myself more
You've gone awful quiet?
I would ask how you are but I really don't care.
Still smoking? They call it vaping now, oh and you're doing lots of it.
I've got room but I don't want you to stay because it's going to be an effort
and I just don't do that anymore.
So listen! thanks for calling
but I'm not a Convenience Store.
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