Yvette Cooper supports MI5 entryists. Jeremy Corbyn is the antidote


Yvette Cooper helps MI5 and Special Branch entryists in the Labour Party. To spy on Jeremy Corbyn? Yvette Cooper helps MI5 and Special Branch entryists in the Labour Party. To spy on Jeremy Corbyn?

I have not been ‘weeded out’ by the Blairites who are themselves Yuppie Entryists, the ones who used MI5 to draw up a dodgy dossier to get them their illegal Iraq War. I can’t prove (yet) that the three hour extension in registering to vote as a Labour Party supporter was a devious ploy by Tony Blair acolytes to help MI5, Special Branch and GCHQ ballot-rig, dumping hundreds of thousands of ‘supporters’ into the pot, paid for by Theresa May’s out-of-control Home Office. But I’m definitely on the case.

Yvette Cooper has always supported the investment of the British State in committing perjury, state rapist, agent provocateur entryists like Bob Lambert and his Special Branch undercover cop team, 90% of whose members had illegal sex with their women targets paid by OUR taxes…

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Neil Gaiman’s American Gods review: littered with spoilers


Being dyslexic, I’ve never much cared for reading fiction. Non-fiction works fine for me. Made up worlds were also fine – for comics. Comics were the limit of my fiction reading until quite recently. Comics are where I was introduced to Neil Gaiman. Sandman not only revived my addiction to comics after a decade; he got me to check out Shakespeare’s plays, which I now, much to my amazement, love beyond words. Neil Gaiman’s story-telling ability made me want to read novels. Eventually I got round to American Gods.

Not being familiar with novels or with reviews of them, I am anxious about breaking the rules. I have no idea how to avoid spoilers, and if anyone can point me in the direction of  an article on the internet in how to write spoiler-free reviews, I’d be very grateful.

Every criticism of the book that I’ve come across and feel the need to refute can’t be defeated without references that will give away too much. But only to those who have not already read this book. Should reviews only be written for those wanting to know whether to read a book, rather than to share ideas with those who have already read it, and maybe want to know if they missed something, and maybe should read it once more? Probably not.

So this review is for those who have read the book at least once, and not at all for those who want to know if they should read it. This book won’t be for everyone; I know for a fact that some people hate it. But if you like Shakespeare, Virgil, Dante and Homer, this might be for you. If you like Battlestar Galactica and Joss Whedon’s Buffy and Angel, then I’m pretty sure this book will suit you just fine. If you like Sandman, this is definitely a book you’ll love.

One of the criticisms of this book that I want to challenge is what is taken to be a character flaw of the protagonist: he seems to just drift through the novel, saying little, spending a lot of his time living in dreams. Over the few months covered in this book, we experience many of his dreasm, including those brought on by drugs, alcohol, losing consciousness due to physical assault. That’s true. And it seems to be the opposite of what a good protagonist should be. However, surely that’s why his name is so appropriate. That’s what he is, and the story is about how Shadow ceases to be a mere shadow.

Shadow’s motto when we first meet him is: “Do your own time, don’t ask questions, don’t tell them anything they don’t already know.” Don’t do anything to increase his time away from the love of his life. Keep in shape, make it clear you want no trouble from other prisoners or the guards.

He’s spent three years of a six year prison sentence exercising and teaching himself coin tricks. He just wants to get out and live the rest of his life with his soulmate: Laura. Days before getting out on parole, however, he is told he’s getting out early as his wife has just died in a car accident. His world has just ended.He is walking around in a daze, oblivous to bad jokes from guards, unwilling even now to break his motto of keeping his head down, not even got time to let his emotions go, not  even being able to cry for several more days.

Shortly after being released from jail, he discovers that the second thing he had to make his release painless had gone up in flames too. His job had also vanished as his employer, his best friend, had died in the same car crash that killed his wife. Now he needed a new job. And, despite trying to avoid taking one offered to him by a mysterious stranger he meets on his plane back home, he makes a bet that he thought he’d cheated but, to his surprise, he lost. Shadow refuses to welsh on his idiotic coin toss bet. He was now working for this mysterious, highly irritating, middle-aged, one-eyed bastard.

Shadow just drift through the rest of this novel as it would appear he has drifted through his life up to ending up in prison. However, that’s not a problem with Neil Gaiman’s plot. The reasons Shadow is like this is integral to the story. At one point, his boss, Wednesday, gets angry and asks why he just does what he’s told, is never phased by anything and never asks how something happened when it was manifestly impossible.

“You don’t pay me to ask questions. Besides nothing’s affected me since Laura.” Not since she returned from the dead, but from discovering that she’d been having an affair with his best friend. No soulmate. No job. The woman who was his entire life actually cheating on him. From about that point on, Shadow either contemplates suicide or wrecklessly puts his life in danger in a way that suggests he is playing russian roulette, someone who is suicidal but doesn’t even have the energy to decisively take his own life. This reaches a point where he not only makes his own death an absolute certaintly, but when he is offered a way out, he insists nothing is done to rescue him. Again and again he puts his life in danger. Losing Laura explains why his life has no meaning.

Additionally, Shadow’s refusal to ask questions or share his thoughts are explained by many things. From the pointe he found he had no option but to take Wednesday’s job offer, he’s broke his parole. He knows from then on in, if he’s caught by the cops he’ll be going back to jail, allows himself to get involved in bank robberies, and soon becomes wanted for murder. Additionally, he is having to hide from Wednesday’s enemies, supernatural creatures who can read your mind when you are dreaming. Shadow has to adopt a new identity in a far away town to avoid being tracked down by mindreaders who kill, and frame others for crimes they didn’t commit.

Shadow has forgiven his dead wife for her infidelity, and he promises to try to find a way to restore her to perfect health. She has not returned healthy. Her body is rotting, decaying, and her personality isn’t all there. She has to hide during the day, and she wants to be whole again.

Shadow’s love for Laura is such that he searches for a way to restore her. But on one occasion where they meet again, each of them basically crushes the spirit of the other, both doing so without malice. Shadow has been hiding from Laura as he can’t bare how her body and personality is decaying, corrupting his memory of their life together. But she thought he wanted to see her. Her happiness is, therefore, crushed when she discovers his attraction for her even in her decaying state existed only in her imagination. And Laura has lost the ability to be diplomatic. She reveals to Shadow that she had always seen him as a man-shaped hole in the world. Her lover, Shadow’s best friend, was in love with life, he wanted things. But Shadow was only loved by Laura, apparently, because he would do anything for her. He was never really there. All he was was her puppy. She worries she’d made him sad. He didn’t trust his voice not to betray him, so he reassured her simply by shaking his head. But, inside, he was crushed, much more so than he made explicit, but which clearly haunted him from that point on.

Laura thought Shadow had never truly been alive. And he seems to agree that she has a point. From that point on, Shadow isn’t just searching for a way to bring her back to a fully healthy life, but he’s also trying to give birth to himself, for the first time in his life to become more than a shadow in the world. The final part of the book is where this man-child does give birth to himself, a birth that doesn’t just end the book, but spins beyond it into an epilogue where a subplot is tied up, several subplots in fact.

By the time you put the book down, you’ll discover that not only has Shadow become a real protagonist, but he’s by far the most resourceful character in the book, intelligent, brave and an inspiration to others.

This book is full of heart, for grown men who don’t mind shedding tears. It is hilarious, laugh-out-loud funny. It is full of symbolism and psychological depth.  The theme of love is explored in depths: children, parents, siblings, lovers and ex-lovers, empathy for strangers who just need to be given a hand-up. There is also the theme of the love of gods who don’t deserve to be loved, gods to whom we sacrifise our time and each other. Love of ourselves is also explored, and how some of us have far too much of that, some who are willing to sacrifice anything and everyone to get just a little bit more precious life.

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Regional Procurator Fiscal John Miller, Alan McCombes and illegality to protect undercover cops [repost]

#JohnMiller #JimOrr #AndyCoulson #FrancesCurran #AlanMcCombes #PaulHutcheon


I hand delivered this letter (one of many) to a secretary at the Regional Procurator Fiscal’s office. He was at the time investigating the role of a former head of Special Branch, Jim Orr, who had destroyed forensic evidence proving that my mail was being illegally intercepted, including mail sent to me by staff at the Scottish Human Rights Centre relating to this case.

John Miller responded to a break in of my house by thugs connected to police officers who were being investigated for collusion over a series of death threats to me, and the jailing of the head of this gang, the one who illegally intercepted my mail, forensic evidence of this being destroyed by the head of the investigation at the time, Assistant Chief Constable Jim Orr. Jim Orr resigned from Strathclyde Police 24 hours after I complained about the destruction of this evidence. The next morning’s…

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Is Chris Bambery in Russia with a fake passport?

Chris Bambery is a police spy. He was secretly expelling SWP member in Scotland, and presumably across the UK, during his tenure as national secretary, something I know was kept from Chris Harman, John Rees and Lindsey German. The latter, unknown to her, was the victim of one of the British state’s Bob Lamberts. Frances Curran and Alan McCombes’s perjury, alongside David Cameron’s director of communications, are related to burying evidence of Chris Bambery’s crimes. These facts are known to a further five SSP perjurers (Allan Green, Keith Baldasserra, Catriona Grant, Barbara Scott, as well as, on the other side, Glasgow University lecturer Mike Gonzalez) and to god-knows how many members of the Privy Council – Douglas Alexander being just one who I know for a fact is burying the evidence.

For the record, let me repeat that the article I’m reblogging here is based on my being able to identify Chris Bambery’s voice over the radio. I can’t rule out the possibility that I misidentified the voice on Kaye Adams Show, but I doubt it. Not impossible, but I’m close to being 100% confident that was indeed Chris Bambery; and if it was, then I don’t believe for one second that Kaye Adams editor was not party to this contempt for the license fee-payer.


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According to Chris Bambery’s twitter account, he lives in Scotland. However, like the quantum zombie in the Shrodinger’s cat thought experiment, Comrade Bambery exhibits the ability to occupy two contradictory states simultaneously. He has, he claims, lived in Russia for several years with a girlfriend he met at Edinburgh University.

Now, I don’t completely discount the possibility that I have made a mistake. Maybe that wasn’t his voice on BBC Radio Scotland’s Morning Call with Louise White today. But, let’s be frank, it was. He knows it was. So does Louise White, Kay Adams, John Wight who appeared on the show using his real name, and thousands of socialists who are familiar with his voice.

Why did Louise White pretend he was someone else, someone called Ed? Louise says she hopes the BBC wasn’t paying for the call. So do I. I would very much resent the license…

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Expose Iain McNicol’s racist witch hunt

Iain McNicol, the Labour party's general secretary

Iain McNicol is Labour’s general secretary. This man is out-of-control. He is smearing a black woman of Jewish heritage with a Jewish partner as an anti-Semite. She is framed on the say so of apologists for an apartheid state that was the closest friend of Apartheid South Africa, a state based on violent ethnic cleansing, collective punishment, terrorising the Palestinians whose self determination is denied in exactly the same manner Black South Africans had theirs denied.

Time for Labour members to rise up and call Iain McNicol’s anti-racist credential into question. Time for him to be investigated by the party rank and file, rather than let him act as a self-appointed Big Brother. Possibly Iain McNicol needs to publish his tax returns? Solidarity with the victims of Iain McNicol’s vicious, and racist, witchhunt.


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Why would John Mann help Harriet Harman to protect David Cameron and MI5?

Noticed today that an article I blogged almost a year ago is getting a fair few hits. Possibly John Mann’s recent deranged psychopath routine (alongside Murdoch, CBI and HSBC puppets, all denying any conspiracy with this MP with a Mein Kampf fetish) may explain the sudden interest. Anyway, I reread it and thought I’d see if anyone else is interested. Feedback is most welcome.


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Time for Jeremy Corbyn’s supporters to go on the offensive here. John Mann worked with PIE-friendly Harriet Harman and Liz Kendall, with Yvette Cooper and Andy Burnham a few days ago to help David Cameron utterly humiliate the Parliamentary Labour Party over the Welfare Bill. Why on earth would he do that?

To the best of my knowledge, all those who abstained to help David Cameron, reducing Labour to a humiliated catastrophe, also voted to give morepowers to the very same MI5 creeps who have been covering up the pedophile scandal at Kincora Boys Home for the last four decades.

Attempts by investigative journalists like Paul Foot in his historic ‘Who Framed Colin Wallace?‘ was punished by so-called journalists (who smeared this heroic whistle-blower as a Walter Mitty fantasist) and by the MI5’s stooges at the top of…

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Another prick ‘n’ A.W.O.L.?

Haven’t read this for ages. Seems it’s one of the articles that is being accessed. So I reread it, with much trepidation as my blogs suffer from typos, stylistic faux pas, logical or (very occasionally) factual mistakes due to insufficient fact-checking or, more usually typo-related: getting double negatives to look like I’m suggesting the opposite of what I really meant. But, I don’t think this is too bad an introduction to many aspects of my so-called ‘life’ for over a decade. At least I can say everything here is 100% true. No factual mistakes. Not one.


Wanna call me a prick? Knock yourself out: sticks and stones. Wanna accuse me of being absent without leave? Let’s discuss that, shall we?

Those who know me may be aware that I have not attended demonstrations for some time. I have not attended conferences neither, nor marches, nor forums. That sort of thing. I have dropped off the radar pretty much totally. That’s been the case for most of the last eight years. Conferences of Solidarity after the split with the Scottish Socialist Party were an exception to the rule. For most of the last decade I didn’t even function as myself in cyberspace. I adopted a phoney identity in order to have something approximating human contact. I have been in hiding. I have lived pretty much in solitary confinement for the last eight years. Sad, isn’t it?

This might seem incongruous for someone so passionate about Chris Harman’s…

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