What on earth happened to poor Tommy Robinson? 10 Things You Should Know.

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The Secret Barrister

It can now be reported that Tommy Robinson, the former leader of the English Defence League, convicted fraudster, sometime-football hooligan and self-reinvented free speech advocate, was on Friday 25 May 2018 imprisoned for 13 months for contempt of court after livestreaming footage of participants in a criminal trial outside Leeds Crown Court.

Some people will have seen reference to this on social media; others may have had the plight of Stephen Yaxley-Lennon – to use his real name – drawn to their attention by the hordes of protestors storming London over the May bank holiday weekend. But there has not, until today, been mainstream coverage of the case due to a reporting restriction – what is known as a “postponement order” – that forbade publication of these facts until after the conclusion of the trial (and subsequent related trial) upon which he was purporting to “report”.

While, as we’ll see…

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Why I won’t be out protesting Donald Trump’s State Visit

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We are told protesting against Donald Trump’s state visit should be the biggest protest this country has ever seen, but why? Is Donald Trump’s visit the most important issue facing the people of this country? The answer is of course no, Trump is not more important than the dismantling of the NHS, the homeless epidemic, the Windrush scandal, Grenfell, the death caused by cuts, and a million and one other problems which are caused by our own government.

Donald Trump is a slimeball, a scumbag and an all round cunt, but what makes him so special? Is his brand of sexism worse than the fact austerity disproportionately attacks women? Or is his racism worse than the racism that gave us the windrush scandal? Is his neocon geopolitical war hard-on worse than Obama’s, or May’s?

Donald Trump is not the problem, the system is the problem – Trump is a symptom of that system, but what do we hope to achieve by protesting his visit? Is his visit worse than the other dictators and all round shit bags this country has hosted throughout the years?

Will protesting against Trump home the homeless on our streets, or put food in the bellies of those starving and struggling to survive?

Solidarity to the poor brothers and sisters of America fighting against Trump and all that he stands for, but we are locked in a life and death battle of our own, and instead of making that the biggest protest we have ever seen, instead of going after the system which allows men like Trump to thrive, we want to make it all about Trump.

We could remove Trump tomorrow, and it would not change a thing for this country (Or America), people will still be struggling, people will still be starving and we would still be ruled by a elite that doesn’t give a shit about us!

Go along, be a good liberal, give yourself a pat on the back and think you are opposing Trump’s bigotry, but don’t fool yourself in to thinking that the things Trump stand for, and the system he represents are not already normal here.

It is easy to get indignant and kick up a fuss about an issue that relatively will not impact you, but there are a lot of issues facing us which are far more important, and which warrant the biggest protest this country has ever.

Why are we not organising to make May resign? We should be organising to change this country, we should be organising to help the downtrodden and oppressed in our country, right now. Not wasting our time with hollow and empty gesture politics, which will serve little to no practical purpose to the people kicked in to the dirt by our government.

So no, I won’t go out to protest Trump’s visit, not because I agree or want to endorse his politics, but because I think we should be going after the system, corruption and the poverty which is all too real for the people of this country (and America).

Generation Alienation

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Dreaming of a life we can never attain
Drinking in big brother convincing ourselves sane
Brainwashed on reality TV, fame aint setting in
Where did it go wrong, where did it begin?

Brought up to believe the world could be ours
Told to constantly keep looking at the stars
Now it has turned to ash in our mouths
We are pissed off for being left behind
No second to stop constantly on the grind

We thought we’d be kings of a better tomorrow
Our dreams slowly fade as reality sets in
Before you know it we are settling for sorrow
Hiding in vain all our shame and our pain
Lost in a world focused on material gain

Northampton’s Road To Nowhere

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Take a walk through my town
Down the dark and dirty paths
We got no money for street lights
There are no wages for street cleaners
Peer from the lofty lift tower heights
Drink in the run down derelict sights
Hear the dereliction of council duty
Drunk on their neoliberal counsel booty
We have been cut raw to the bone
Dying homeless on the streets alone
Where is the council’s ghost at the feast
Playing host to our very own beast
Draining the lifeblood of our town
We have even been abandoned by the clown
Society now secondary to loan repayments
Who gives a fuck about benefit claimants?
Tear the bus stop down one won’t be soon
Expect one along once in a blue moon
Repeat to me we are all in this together
While I freeze to death in the cold weather
These fair weather friends provide no service
Do they forget they are suppose to serve us!

Snake Oil Stalker

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It is calling me each and every day
It calls me at night hard to keep it at bay
When I am low and in need it is by my side
Waiting to pounce when I lose my stride

It stalks me in my darkest hour
It grows taller and taller every time I cower
I hear it as you are reading this
Presenting the illusion of eternal bliss

It whispers my name with the cold wind
It pushes down on me until I am pinned
Cornered until I have no escape
You can’t elude this monstrous shape

It chips away until there is nothing left
It leaves me alone feasting on bereft
In a cloud of darkness with no way out
Stuck forever blanketed in self doubt

Fallen Hero

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I shall rise like the phoenix in my hour of despair
The wounded hopeless hero damaged beyond repair
Discarded demented awaiting with bated breath
My desperate final stand against the darkness
I cry out a cry of shame resigned to my fate
Swallowed hole by the sound of my own voice
Naive in the illusion I ever had a choice