Politically Correctness and the 2000AD Sci-Fi Special- Is the tide beginning to turn?

This article will reference the following comic strip:

Title: Robo Hunter- Iron Sam, by Alec Worley, Mark Simmons & Ellie De Ville

In: 2000AD Sci-Fi Special, Summer 2015.

Released: 24th June 2015

Publisher: Rebellion



I couldn’t believe what I was reading today. A comic book strip that was actually pointing out the totalitarian censorship mindset of the social justice warrior brigade. There it was, tucked away, sneakily within the pages of my favourite rebel comic book, the 2015 sci-fi special of 2000AD.

Robo-Hunter- Iron Sam, by Alec Worley goes where other PC comic books fear to tread, taking subtle digs at the Internet thought Police. The narrative involves a murderous ‘Sentient Social Media Virus’ running rampage and murdering anybody for crimes against (a very contemporary definition) of feminist liberal political correctness. This virus has contaminated killer robots, and they are going around town looking to murder anybody not sufficiently PC.

Have you ever had an online encounter with the Marxist, feminist, liberal, politically correct crowd? They are young, straight out of university and determined to ‘educate’ the world about the evils of racism, sexism, homophobia, Islamaphobia and white male, rape culture patriarchy. I have had a few encounters with these lovely people, and it’s quite the experience.

Robo-Hunter

I thought that I was supposed to be the ‘conspiracy’ nut around here, but these purple haired whack jobs are the biggest conspiracy loons going. Everything is the fault of white men and patriarchy. I apparently have the huge benefit of ‘white privilege’ which is news to me, especially as I go to my minimum wage night-shift job for my latest ten-hour shift. Forget reality though, as these people always know best, are never wrong, and as they are ‘victims’ you are just a ‘troll’ if you throw nasty things like facts at them.

The PC brigade are not too keen on facts, and reality, but the one thing they hate more than anything else, is people disagreeing with them. Try it. They have two responses: 1- They will scurry for the ban hammer, and attempt to censor you. 2- They will call you a racist, sexist, homophobic bigot (without evidence) and refuse to debate the issue you are supposed to be talking about. These people are absolute darlings. They hate debate, love censorship and are never wrong about anything, and if you upset them with different opinions or facts you are oppressing them.

It’s a sad state of affairs today, because these feminist Marxist PC Internet moral crusaders have almost completely infiltrated mainstream comic books, and it is difficult to find ANY comic book that is brave enough to take them on.

I think that it’s fair to say that the majority of comic book writers working today are left leaning, ‘progressive’ and liberal in their political belief systems. How do I know this? Look at my blog. I read their comics, lots of them. Because of this one-sided political outlook they are happy to embrace the loony PC brigade and give them exactly what they want, and the result is a lack of diversity in contemporary comic books.

'Dust' in 2000AD SS 2015 has a great twist at the end.

Do we really need another book about a punk-haired feisty female protagonist battling against a Christian preacher, or some other random evil white man? What exactly is that achieving? And do I even have to mention what Marvel and DC are doing right now with their PC obsessed messing around with the race and gender of their long-running characters?

That’s fine, if you want to write about strong independent 1970’s punk girls then do that, and if you want to write about a lesbian dwarf albino with bi-polar issues then do that as well, some people will like it, but what about the rest of us? Surely there should be a bit of diversity in comic books? That’s a good thing, right? I’m not asking for sexist, racist, homophobic monstrosities of tastelessness, but please, please, please, at least give me something that isn’t coming from a feminist liberal, Marxist, politically correct point of view.

Imagine my delight then when I read a comic strip that mocked the totalitarian, censorship mentality of the feminist Marxist loon brigade. I was starting to give up hope. I was starting to think that comic books had been completely infiltrated, that the red flag was here to stay, and that my days of reading them would soon be numbered, but then I read Robo-Hunter, and wow, what a shock that was.

So, the entire point of this article (and he probably won’t even read it) is just to say thank-you to writer Alec Worry.

I don’t know how you did it mate, but you’ve done something out of the ordinary here. You’ve used satire to illustrate the logical endgame where the Internet PC thought police finally get what they really want, that being the power to legally murder anybody that disagrees with them. I know it’s satire, but all good satire cuts close to the bone, telling truth that would not be tolerated in a straight narrative format.

Rogue Trooper in 2000AD SS has a strong message about war propaganda

After all, Marxists have a history of murdering those that disagree with them.

‘The highest death tolls that have been documented in communist states occurred in the Soviet Union under Joseph Stalin, in the People's Republic of China under Mao Zedong, and in Cambodia under the Khmer Rouge. The estimates of the number of non-combatants killed by these three regimes alone range from a low of 21 million to a high of 70 million’ 
(‘Mass killings under Communist regimes’ from Wikipedia, sorry, but that’s what people look at now)

The ridiculous situation that occurs in Robo-Hunter, with PC robots killing anybody that disagree with their social justice warrior virus, though silly and over the top, is a lot closer to the truth than people might want to admit. The left is all about collectivism, and if you don’t want to be a part of the collective, they are more than happy to put a bullet through your head. That’s not my opinion. It doesn’t matter what I think, it’s historical fact that communism always ends up with piles of corpses. We need to stop bowing to Internet fools with red flags and useless degrees in the liberal arts, and start getting some real diversity back-into our comic books.

Thanks, once again to Alec Worley. Nice job mate. Thanks for sending me into the weekend on a high. It’s very brave of you to go up against the red tide, and that is what you have done here. Good luck, you have a supporter over here.

Is this the beginning of a truth revolution in comic books? To quote Muse, ‘You can revolt, you can revolt.’ It’s true, we can, and it begins by telling the truth about what is going on right now, and if truth isn’t very PC, well sod it, tell it anyway.



Mass killings under communist regimes:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_killings_under_Communist_regimes

Book Review: Truth is a Lonely Warrior- The Meaning of Life

Full title: Truth Is A Lonely Warrior- Unmasking The Forces Behind Global Destruction
Author: James Perloff
Publisher: Refuge Books
Released: October 10th 2013
Author’s website:
http://jamesperloff.com/truth-is-a-lonely-warrior/



Have you ever read a book review that started out by discussing the meaning of life? Perhaps you have. I don’t know, but if you haven’t, you’re in for a new experience, because that’s exactly what I’m about to do here, to discuss the meaning of life.

James Perloff

I don’t even know why it’s such a mystery really, as to me it’s simple. The meaning of life is to grow, physically and spiritually. The first part is easy. It’s the second part that people have problems with.

Life is a test. You are challenged to grow from the baseness of the body, and material desires, to spiritual enlightenment, fulfilment, or Nirvana.

That’s the goal, and that’s what you are here for, to understand that you are a spiritual being having a material experience in order to learn and grow.

Do you know how you are guaranteed to get nowhere? Sit in your house, watch television, and go to work, and back. Repeat forever, don’t forget to eat, and don’t forget to vote every four years or so. Is that life? Yeah, it’s life, but do you think that you were put on this beautiful and terrible planet to do just that?

I don’t, and that’s why I come across like a pompous ass, and talk about concepts like truth, knowledge, morality and spiritual enlightenment. It makes me unpopular, but seeing as popularity is not something that I’m going for, I can deal with it. No, what interests me more than anything else is learning the truth about the world, so I read. I attempt to gain knowledge about what has gone on, what is going on, and therefore what is likely to happen in the future.

A lot of people like myself, with my thirst for knowledge, start off with history books, and that’s what I did, and continue to do. But as I continued to read and grow I saw a pattern emerging. That pattern was the control of information, through the schooling and educational and media monopoly systems that are corporate/government sponsored. It became increasingly apparent to me that knowledge was being controlled and manipulated to serve the agenda of the status quo control system structures of our society.

Examples are everywhere, from the JFK assassination, to the suspicious circumstances surrounding 9/11. The mainstream acceptance of government sources was getting ridiculous, so I began to search outside of the mainstream, to look at information that was not government approved.

This questioning of official sources seems pretty obvious now, especially after what happened with the Iraq war and the mythical WMD’s, but the process of awakening takes a long time. It’s not like the Matrix movie, you don’t wake up one day in a tank of goo. You have to read, watch videos, listen to long talks, question everything, especially the new information, and come to your own understanding of what is going on in the world. I’m not fully there yet, but compared to fifteen years ago, a time when I didn’t question anything, I’m a completely different person now.

Mocking the msm idea of the paranoid 'conspiracy nut.'

That brings me to this book, ‘Truth Is A Lonely Warrior- Unmasking The Forces Behind Global Destruction, by James Perloff. The book looks at the world from a Christian point of view, and that fact alone would have put me off reading it before my slow process of awakening. Fresh from my mainstream education into atheism I would have laughed at it, mocking the very idea of Christianity and I would have refused to even read the book.

If I was forced to read it, I would have rushed through it, determined to mock it with a scathing review that I’m sure would include some reference to Richard Dawkin’s and the Flying Spaghetti Monster in the sky.

I would have done that before, but not now. With the university arrogance now just a distant (bad) memory, I look at the book with impartial eyes, and I carefully process the information, reading the facts, the details and not just what I want to read in it.

The book is not only from a Christian point of view, it’s from an American one. The writer is American, so it’s understandable that he wants to know what has happened to his country, and why it has become the global Empire of lies, war and destruction that it is today. The book takes the reader on a journey, starting with the false flag (deliberate acts designed to justify war) that define America’s history. It talks about the banking cartel that has taken over the country and how they use the media, education, freemasonry, environmentalism, terrorism and wars to control a nation. The book also discusses the ideologies of Zionism and Marxism and how they tie into Satan’s plan, the plan being the creation of a New World Order, a centralised control system for the entire planet.

A lot of this is not new to me personally. I read about this agenda all of the time. I see it being justified on my television set and newspapers by the puppet politicians, as they come and go, changing their faces, their races, their genders, but always pushing the same totalitarian control system, and the creation of this tyrannical one world government control system for the entire planet.

I’m not a fan of government. As a general rule, and with regard to my historical understanding of world history I think it’s an unarguable fact that the more government you have, the less freedom you get. So the idea of one all-powerful WORLD government controlling everything and everybody is completely insane in my eyes. Why would anybody want that? It’s madness, and I’ll fight will all I have to stop it from happening.

‘Truth Is A Lonely Warrior,’ is a concise, easy to read book that gives a historical context to what is happening in America right now. It doesn’t mess around. It’s angry, and it wants to tell you all about what is happening, and who is responsible. It’s particularly detailed when it comes to the truth behind vaccinations, giving testimonial after testimonial from Doctors and parents of children damaged by them.

Reds under the bed.

If you didn’t already know about the eugenics programme that is modern vaccinations, then this book will shock you, not because it’s silly ‘conspiracy’ opinion, but because it contains cold hard facts and detailed evidence about what is actually going on.

The book is split into tightly edited chapters, and the writer uses a kid friendly technique of using a little frowny face as a dissenter, questioning him as he goes along. It helps to clarify points, and is very useful, not just to young readers, but to adults who instantly dismiss any new information as a reflex reaction caused by their many years of mainstream indoctrination.

I sped through the book relatively quickly, and I have to applaud the writer for his clarity, for a writing style that was extremely reader friendly, enjoyable, angry, but always aware that a book with important information should steer away from being too dense and too academic.

I would give this book as a gift, to either a child (ten or above) or an adult not yet aware of what is happening in the world. I would give it as a gift that is intended to spur spiritual growth. It’s strongest on vaccines, and the influence of Marxism today, and how it has become a huge factor in mainstream educational establishments, warping the mind of supposed ‘intellectuals’ making the bright dumb, and convincing them that they are superior from the common cattle whilst doing so. 

I enjoyed the book, and now I will pass it on.

Help each other out, share what you have learnt. It’s not always going to make you the most popular person in the room, but the meaning of life is to grow in spiritual knowledge, not just in social-status and popularity. Truth might be a lonely warrior, but what else are you living this life for?


Rating: 10/10 (Reader friendly and packed full of essential information)



*The funny photos in this review are from the author's own website, showing that he has a great sense of humour and that it's important not to treat yourself too seriously. 

Comic Review: Material #1- Slaves to the Wage

Writer: Ales Kot
Artist: Will Tempest
Contributing Author: Fiona Duncan
Publisher: Image Comics
Released: 27th May 2015


There’s a long essay at the end of this book, and it goes on and on and on. Self-obsession, sex references, Marxism and a bit of moaning about neo-liberal capitalism are the themes, but does it really say anything?

I was going to do a short review on this comic book, keeping it simple, unlike that long essay, but as I was writing this review I answered my own question about whether or not that essay actually said anything, and I changed my mind about a couple of things.

Don’t be confused, this won’t be complex. I’m a simpleton, so don’t worry about not being able to understand what I’m going to go on about here. What I have to say about the essay ties in with the themes of this book, so I’ll discuss those themes first.

Material #1 is about unsatisfied, depressed, confused, traumatised, disaffected people.

There’s a Chomsky like professor who is sad, as I expect the real Chomsky to be as well. After all, being a careerist gatekeeper to real truth can’t be that much fun, can it? This professor talks his theories, but is in the process of questioning reality itself.

There’s a girl, an actress, she takes drugs, is creative, and self obsessed. A director wants to make a movie about her. Why? What’s going on here? We’ll find out at as the book progresses.

Next we get some ‘I can’t breathe’ panels of horribleness, with some order followers doing what order followers always do, and a young boy possibly being radicalised by the control system that shouldn’t be as he witnesses scenes of order follower (cop) violence.

Next there is some sex stuff that involves a bloke released from Gitmo. He’s innocent, messed up, and it’s sex stuff. He’s sad and confused, as you would expect him to be, but the sex stuff felt a bit over the top, a bit too outrageous, just for the sake of being outrageous, but that’s opinion. I’m not a fan of the weird sex stuff in ‘adult’ comics. Bottom line, I don’t think that it’s necessary.

Then we get some real world horribleness again, with some panels showing a young boy being interrogated in that Chicago black site called ‘Homan Square.’ Hey, it’s order followers just doing what they do. You vote for a master, you get a goon in a black uniform that’s how it works. That’s democracy, suckers.

Then Chomsky (his name is Julius Shore in this book) gets an email. The email claims to be from the, ‘First artificial human intelligence on earth,’ and finally, amidst the sex stuff and sadness we have some semblance of plot. There’s no connection between the characters as of yet, but at least something interesting appears to be happening.

The book then goes to the self obsessed girl and her movie, hints more about the radicalisation of the young boy, and concludes with the sad Gitmo bloke wanting to have a chat with the girl he pays for sex. It’s a weird ending, but then again, I guess it was supposed to be.

So, what do I make of it all? Look at the subject matter: Gitmo, Police brutality, the radicalisation of youth, useless academic careerism, human life being defined by ‘Market Value,’ and the vague notion that things have to change, if not, we might as well not bother getting out of bed in the morning.

That’s my kind of stuff, the kind of stuff that I talk about on my blog, and in real life, and the kind of stuff that results in one overwhelming reaction.

That reaction being, indifference.

I’m a reality junkie, writing about a genre (comic books) that has an audience of hard working people, busy people (it’s a theme in this book) that have no time for my reality/truth nonsense, and would rather spend their free time reading about superheroes, and cool stuff that reminds them of when they were happy, when they were children.

I can understand that. I can understand the need to escape for ten minutes from a life that sucks. People that know me in the real world, the people that I meet at work and out and about, they don’t really like me. I know. It’s no secret. I’m not a popular guy.

People see me as somebody with too much time on his hands. They see me as somebody who does too much thinking, and not enough working. They dislike me because I jumped off the career, jumped off relationships, jumped off of the endlessly moving airport treadmill (goes back and forwards, but never up) way of living my life. They would like me more if I was more like them, if I stopped writing, stopped thinking, and instead spent all of my day working in a job, any job, just as long as I don’t have this wicked ‘too much time’ on my hands.

That is a mindset, and it’s nicely summed up by writer Fiona Duncan in her essay at the conclusion of this book. (Fooled you. I didn’t hate it. I just thought that it was too long). Here we go:

‘Everything has to be sacrificed to an abstract growth of money, and of value, of nothing. This is madness. This philosophy of the deregulated (neo-liberal) economy where everybody is demanded to give CEASELESSLY in order to survive.’

She borrows quotations from a Marxist (Boo) academic called Francis ‘Bifo’ Berardi, to make her point, but even though I have no time whatsoever for dusty old discredited Marxists, I have to recognise a point well made.

The problem that we have (as a whole) is a mindset problem. We have been taught through our schooling and mainstream media programming (funded by the neoliberal, free-market rulers of our time) that our value as people lies not in our actual inherent qualities as decent, moral human beings, but in our ability to maximise our own profit potentials.

This has turned money into a god, and humanity into a slave to that false god. I talk about the New World Order, and people hate me for it. I talk about governmental control systems (like Marxism) and people hate me for it. They want me to shut up, get a proper career job and to stop talking, please stop talking, just stop talking. They want me to join them, and I understand. The system, the society that has been created around them is all about joining, about maximising your earning potential, and when somebody like myself refuses to play the game, it makes them question the game that they are spending their entire life engaging with.

So what did I think of the book?

I thought that it had ideas that somebody like myself could interact with. It is a very different book, because it’s slow, and it has real world issues in it. I didn’t like the sex stuff, but sex sells, so I understand. Hang on. A book with themes that concern the maximising of earning potential includes a weird sex angle that reads very much itself like the maximising of earning potential. Is that ironic? What did Alanis say? Oh, she was wrong, yeah, funny.

Anyway, it’s not the sex that interests me about this book, it’s the ideas, or the possibility at least of ideas being discussed at all. The essay at the close of the book was a very good idea. It created more scope for thought, for ideas, for somebody like myself to interact with.

Here’s the problem, and I’ve hinted about it during this review.

Material #1 is a book that somebody like me is bound to enjoy and give a positive rating to, but do you know how many people I’ve met in my life who are like me?

Just one, and yeah, obviously, it’s me.

The book is talking about ideas, about the real world, about how messed up it is, about how we need to stop sleep walking through life and start doing something other than making money. Comic books largely cater towards the sleeping sections of society, the workers, the careerists, and the young people that want to join the money making, anti-human system themselves.

I enjoyed the book, and I’ll keep on reading. It intrigued me, it helped me to think, but in a comic book world largely dominated by fanboys/girls who want to chill-out and not think at all, how many other people will be up for this one? I’m the one comic book reviewer who is guaranteed to like this book, but I really do worry about what the other reviews are going to say about it. *

Rating: 9/10 (A rare book, worth checking out)


* Just checked the other reviews. There’s not many. The majority of the reviews gave the book a low rating and didn’t appear to understand it. It’s not surprising, as the mindset that the book is addressing is the same mindset of the comic book reviewers themselves. 

Miss Morality in ‘The Tunnels of Intolerance’- Part Four (The Conclusion)

Written by: Mark. A. Pritchard

Released on: The Rorshach Rant- 25th March 2015



‘The tunnels of intolerance are everywhere my silly, muddled headed little daughter. When you think that you have closed one, another two open. That’s how it works, that’s how it has always worked. You might know me by another name….THE DISSENTER….Yes, it is me. The gang of criminals known as the ‘Politically Incorrect Scoundrels’ is my little group. I set it up when I faked my death and abandoned your stupid mother to get away from you. How is your mother nowadays anyway LOVE? Ha ha ha. Yes it was me who forced her to take those drugs; it was me that drove her into an early heroin induced grave. Ha ha ha ha, you women don’t know what you are up against. Your feminist resistance is doomed to failure, doomed I tell you, ha ha ha ha ha’

The dull grey glint of evil, white middle class privilege shone like a dirty cancerous tumour in his eyes as Miss Morality’s father spat his horrible, nasty, intolerant truth into her beatific, innocent face.

‘Daddy, I…. I…I…I can’t believe it…’ she stuttered, unable to respond to the hatred laced revelations coming from her own father.

‘Shut your cake hole, you spoiled brat. If you can’t talk without stammering, don’t talk at all. Did you really think that I was dead? Did you really think that my kind had simply died out, gone extinct like the dinosaurs? No, I simply bided my time, laid my trap, and you fell straight into it, like the stupid GIRL that you always were.’

Now he was bragging, really starting to enjoy himself and his final victory. Miss Morality slumped to the floor of her prison cell, unwilling to look into the face of evil, the face that was her father.

‘Get up LOVE,’ and he spoke that last word with particular spiteful relish, enjoying the connotation of sexist degradation that the word carries.

‘I have another surprise for you SWEETHEART. Stand-up, take it like a GIRL. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.’

And as his callous laugh taunted the very air around him a familiar voice spoke up from somewhere very near.

‘Sister, sister, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, sister indeed.’ 

‘Brother? Is that you?’ 

Miss Morality had bravely found her voice, and as she stumbled to her feet, there waiting, at her tiny prison-cell window was the leering face of her brother Ruthus.

‘The tunnels of intolerance run deep Sis. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Yes, I am one of them now. Daddy has cured me of my evil homosexuality. I am a real man now, and the Politically incorrect scoundrels have welcomed me with open arms. I even have a girlfriend. Her name is Claire. She is reaaaalllly pretty, ha ha ha ha. She is a secretary, ha ha ha ha ha ha.’

Miss Morality was on the verge of passing out. Her father always was an evil bastard, but he was a dead evil bastard, or so she had believed. Now, not only had he had returned from the dead, but he had brainwashed her poor innocent, homosexual brother Rufus as well. This was simply too much for her to take.

Rufus was no longer the confused, bumbling, effeminate sweetheart of a man that she had known and loved. He had been brainwashed, changed against his will (presumably) into something evil, something beyond human. Yes, those monsters had changed him into that worst of all creatures, the straight, white male.

The horror was almost too much for her to bear. Everything about him seemed different. He was wearing a football shirt. He smelt like cheap lager and his nails looked absolutely awful as he gripped her prison bars before delivering this final taunt to his despairing sister.

‘Hey Sis, before I forget. Your brat kid. She is ours now. The BBC Jimmy Saville Care-home for abandoned and vulnerable young girls is doing a fine job, but we need to bring her into the fold. She will make a fine housewife for one of our members, a fine housewife indeed, ha ha ha ha ha ha.’

The evil lager enthused laughter was punctuated only by the screams of a desperately clawing at her cell bars Miss Morality.

‘Noooooo, you monsters, you monsters, nooooooooo.’

‘See you in the pub later Dad. Champions League tonight, later mate.’ 

And with these final Hellish words coming from the now obscenely manly lips of her unrecognisable, brainwashed, not gay anymore brother, he was gone.

The last words in this awful scene of patriarchal brutality came from the woman hating mouth of the uniformed Police officer standing infront of the cell that contained a now curled up, weeping, convulsing Miss Morality.

She could no longer speak. All she could do was cry, and the evil incarnate that was her father, THE DISSENTER, delivered his final words like a knife in her back.

‘I’ll have custody of your darling baby girl in the morning LOVE. My Politically Incorrect Scoundrels own the courts. We own everything. Baby Sojourner will be taught to respect her man. No more feminism for her, she will never, ever taste the sweet, sweet air of emancipation and freedom away from our manly, hairy mitts. Goodbye DARLING, and remember. You can BITCH, you can whine, you can moan and complain, but the tunnels of intolerance run deep. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. The tunnels of intolerance run deeeeeeeep.’

END (Or, is it?)

And so ends my story. The message that it contains should be very clear. The tunnels of intolerance run very deep indeed dear reader. The world is a terrible place, but together we can break down those tunnels of intolerance, those hidden, underground networks of sexism, of racism, of homophobia and err, all of the other evil stuff like that. We can stop the evils of white, male, middle class, straight, privilege. Together, we can free female warriors like Miss Morality. We can save young girls from the evils of marriage, from motherhood and a wasted life loving and caring for their patriarchal prison construct called ‘family.’ It’s going to be a tough battle, but we can do it. Join the social justice warrior movement, and together we can rid the world of the evil that is patriarchy, forever.

* If any artist would be willing to illustrate this story, then please let me know.

Liberalism, reality, nihilism and depression

‘If you really care, wash the feet of a beggar.’

Some clever bloke said that. Indoctrinated and educated within the feminist neo-liberal/Marxist UK education system he got a bit depressed because he realised that people only really act out of self-interest.

Before he threw himself off a bridge (probably) he looked at the world, saw lot’s of dirty beggar feet and realised that no matter what people said, their actions demonstrated that they didn’t really care about anybody other than themselves.

That can be very depressing for the ‘liberal’ mind-set as it’s a wake up call to reality, and that’s one thing that liberals hate more than anything else, more than people like me actually.

It’s difficult to deal with reality when you come from the ideological prison known as the ‘left.’  It angers you, it makes you throw insults, and it makes you accuse people of alleged social justice warrior ills.

Oh, he’s just a racist, sexist, homophobe, bigot, right?

As long as you keep accusing those that disagree with you, you don’t have to examine the truth behind your own shaky ideological foundations.

So, will you wash a beggar’s feet tonight?

Will you do something to prove that you really care?

Or will you drink a beer, fill your belly, ignore reality and find a politically incorrect thought criminal to criticise?

Liberalism is collectivism, and collectivism is a lie.

It requires you to ignore human nature, to ignore reality and to live a repressed life of self-delusion.

Liberalism is about individual weakness, backed-up by the gun of the state.

Reject self-hatred.

Reject weakness.

Reject statism.

Reject neo-liberalism.

Book review: Parecomic- Who wants an alternative to exploitation and immorality?

Writer: Sean Michael Wilson
Artist: Carl Thompson
Publisher: Seven Stories Press
Released: May 14th 2013
Website:
http://catalog.sevenstories.com/products/parecomic-michael-albert-and-the-story-of-participatory-economics


When you are born into a system it can feel that things have always been that way, that the system is organic, natural, and just the way that things are. Going against it can seem absolutely absurd, a bit like complaining that when you go swimming you tend to get a bit wet.

That’s the feeling you get when you complain about something called ‘Capitalism.’ A system where everybody is competing, everybody is stabbing each other in the back, everybody is exploiting, everybody is devious, nobody is to be trusted. It’s an economic system that encourages selfishness. Get what you can before somebody else gets it first. Morality is irrelevant in capitalism. It is Darwinian. Eat or be eaten. But is that really natural, is that what we are as human beings?

Some would argue that human beings are selfish, immoral animals, and that Capitalism is therefore perfectly in tune with the nature of humanity. Capitalism is selfish, harsh, immoral and violent because that is what humanity is. I disagree with that analysis, but I’ve always been a bit ‘weird,’ a bit different to everybody else. Call me a hopelessly deluded romantic, but I hold humanity in a higher regard than that. I see people as eminently mouldable, and if you place us in an immoral system and tell us that immorality is the norm from a very young age I see it as perfectly natural for us to act with no regards to anyone other than ourselves.

But what would happen to our species as a whole if we were born into a system structured around moral fairness and human happiness rather than exploitation and immorality? Would humanity, being the nasty brute that it is, reject it? Or would it flourish and ostracise anybody still clinging to the old capitalist model of selfish exploitation? I still have hope for humanity, so I’m going for the later, but even if you disagree with my assessment wouldn’t you like to give humanity a chance before consigning it to the dustbin of history? I want to give us a chance, and that’s what this comic book is all about.

Parecomic offers a moral alternative to Capitalism. The narrative follows the life story of Michael Albert, and explores his idea of a ‘Participatory economics.’ In this system, which is explored through conversations between Albert and various individuals, people are rewarded for the duration, intensity and onerous (does it benefit society, or not?) of their work. This is very different to our current system where 20% of the working population exist as a ‘co-ordinator.’ This class of managers and decision-makers monopolise empowering work, and rewards itself way out of proportion to the actual good that they do in the world. They exist as a new privileged class above the 80% of workers who spend their lives doing routine, powerless work with no say, no power, no control over their lives other than doing what the 20% order them to do.

There are two aspects of the ‘Participatory Economics’ model that particularly appeal to me, coming from an anarchist mindset as I do. The first was that there are no centralised governing bodies. All of the decision making in this model is done on the local level through democratic committees arguing through their problems, and then voting on it. There is no central committee telling them what they must, or must not do. It is democratic and empowering, as opposed to the current top down control system that we are currently living under.

The second aspect that stood out to me was the idea (that I introduced above) of a ‘co-ordinator’ class monopolising decision making, and therefore power in the current capitalist model. Albert’s new model dissipates this disparity in power by making work more varied, allocating a mix of empowering and routine jobs to everybody. No longer would there be only 20% of people doing all of the fulfilling work, with 80% doing the routine dis-empowering work. In a participatory economic society people would not monopolise empowering work, they would have to do some of the hard, socially beneficial work as well. Does this mean that a surgeon would have to spend some of his time answering the phone and cleaning the toilets then? Yes, it does. It also means that the person who spent 100% of their work life cleaning toilets or answering the phone will have increased opportunities to reach their full potential rather than wasting away their lives doing a job that sees them as a resource rather than as a human being.

I like this model. I like how it empowers people. I like how it is based on social good, on morality over greed and selfishness. I like how it sees the best in humanity and wants to help people reach the fullest of their potentialities rather than fit them into a disempowering system that exists to keep a tiny number of the population rich beyond belief whilst the rest have to struggle in a dehumanising system just to survive. I like how it takes the classic Marxist model of class conflict (Bourgeoisie versus the Proletariat) and adds a third class, that being the new 20% ‘co-ordinator’ class, a class that currently monopolises empowering work, and subjugates the majority through their increased levels of self confidence and access to decision making. But what I like best about this model is that it offers solutions to our current predicament that are non-centralised, democratic and based on morality and trying to make the world a better place for everybody.

Parecomic details this model in much more detail than I do here, so if you are in any way intrigued with what I have just discussed, then please buy the book. It’s part biography and part dissertation on the new economic model of participatory economics as outlined by Michael Albert. It’s a surprisingly entertaining, page-turner of a book, so don’t get hung up on the idea that you are going to be reading a dry academic book about economics. It’s clear, concise, enlightening, world expanding, entertaining and it will have you thinking about solutions to the current capitalist model of exploitation of the masses on behalf of the most ruthless, most privileged, most inhumane, most immoral, most selfish, most satanic of this planet’s population.

If you want solutions rather than complaints then this is a must purchase book. It fascinated me, and I read it as I would read any Stephen King page-turner. That says two things. Firstly, that writer Sean Michael Wilson and artist Carl Thompson did a fantastic job, and secondly, that Michael Albert has a model of change that resonates with truth.  Real change has to be economic change, not political rhetoric, and that is what is offered here. The ideas expressed within are world changing. If you have time for Batman then you certainly have time for this.

Rating: 10/10

A Life through Comic Books: From mainstream disinformation into a world of reality

By: Mark. A Pritchard

Produced: Friday Evening- 20th February 2015



Comic books were always a part of my life. As a young boy I read the Beano, then graduated to reading the more ‘adult’ 2000AD. I read them for the same reason that any young boy reads comics, as a means of exploring the wider world outside of his little town, little hopes, little dreams. They told me that the world was bigger, that there were possibilities for me outside of my familiar surroundings.

My first love

As I grew into my teens I became obsessed (like most UK boys growing up in the 1980’s) with all things American. American culture was cool, exotic, their heroes had big muscles and their girls were very, very pretty. Along with American football and the A-team there was Marvel comic books. Spiderman was my favourite, but then again, of course he would be. He was a teen who looked a little bit like me, but he had spider powers, and a hot girlfriend for some inexplicable reason. If he had a chance, then surely I did as well, right?

After my dalliance with Spiderman came to its natural conclusion I moved into young adulthood with Alan Moore’s Constantine and Neil Gaiman’s Sandman. I was a young, lost adult and these books offered me something that was lacking in my own life. They offered magic, and a sense that there was beauty in the mundane, and let me tell you, I was more than familiar with mundane during this time of my life. As I continued into adulthood, moving from unfulfilling job, to pointless college course, back to another depressing job my comics (and other ‘proper’ books) became even more essential to me. The great big world had shrugged its shoulders and apathetically passed me by, so back to the comics, where there was still life, still possibilities.

I began to read again as a disappointed, depressed and lost adult and I could pretend that I was still a child again. I wasted years reading the same kind of Marvel and DC comic books that dominate the market today. I got up to date with the Avengers, with Iron Man and was excited when they made movies about the books that had a bit of money behind them and actually looked pretty good. But then I woke up to life, and my relationship with comic books would never be the same again.

I loved this book, it helped me get through my twenties

My university education hadn’t helped me at all. My Marxist text books, my keen interest in feminist studies, it all lead me to nowhere, just feelings of guilt for things that I hadn’t even thought about, let alone done. I was confused. I was a good person, and yet here was my life, empty, with nothing to show for it but years of sitting on the sidelines, of reading comics, of reading books, of passing college courses, of being nice, of being kind and considerate. So why the empty feeling?

The comics weren’t giving anything to me anymore, nor were the books, so I put them all down and decided to look at something new. To my immense surprise I found it, and continue to find it each and every day. So what did I find? Don’t worry, it wasn’t religion, it was truth or the search for truth at least.

I found people who had broken out of the restrictive left wing educational paradigm, people who rejected Marxism, Feminism, Liberalism and wanted to carve their own path, rather than follow an old ‘progressive’ route that led to Russia, China and every other totalitarian ‘left’ leaning state. I discovered ‘alternative’ names like David Icke, Michael Tsarion, Mark Passio, Alex Jones, James Corbett, Jordan Maxwell and countless others. I put away my preconceptions, listened, read and learned and then wondered (very loudly) why I hadn’t heard about any of this information during all of my years at school, college and university and all of the countless hours I had spent reading two or three newspapers every day. It was an eye-opener, my world-view 180-degree changed, and I started to see things as they really are. Then I went back to my comics and I read them with completely different eyes.

David Icke, a truly great man.

Why were they not talking about important issues? Why were they so obsessed with race, gender and sexuality when these issues only serve to separate us from each other? Why were they not talking about the US invading Iraq based on an obvious lie? Why were they not talking about Saudi Arabia and their role in 9/11? Why were the superheroes acting like US soldiers? Why were all the heroes acting like cops? Why was anarchy (which just means freedom from state control) always portrayed as a great evil? Why were villains still robbing banks? Surely it was the banks robbing the people, not the other way round? What was happening here? This wasn’t right, and yet whenever I read comic book reviews on the Internet they wouldn’t even bring up all of the contradictions that I was reading in my comic books. So, I did what had to be done. If nobody else were prepared to speak uncomfortable truths about mainstream comic books then I would have to do it for myself.

So I set up my blog, and started to review comics from the perspective of freedom, of saying whatever I wanted to say. I began to use my comic book reviews as a platform to discuss issues and ideas that interested me even more than the comics themselves. The point of the review became not the comic book itself, but the ideas that were being expressed within that comic book. My analysis of artwork, panel layout and narrative structure became secondary to an ideological analysis of the text. Many of my reviews ceased to be reviews at all, instead they were opportunities for me to discuss what I was learning as I broadened my horizons and learnt more and more about how the world actually works. I began to question everything, and that is what I continue to do today.

My blog here also contains my own original fiction writing and as I continue to expand my intellectual horizons I can envision it beginning to take on a lot more subjects other than comic book reviews. The blog has given me a platform to rail against what is lacking in contemporary comic books, but also to celebrate the rare book that does attempt to deal with some of the issues of our post 9/11 world. I am now rapidly reaching the stage where I need to concentrate on my own original fiction work. I have read and reviewed a lot of books, so perhaps it’s time I stopped criticising and started to put out some substantial product of my own.