I make mistakes…

I am drawn to those with spirit,

warm instinctively to those with heart,

find curiosity and challenge in those with a mind which moves sharply enough,

to cut through the plentiful bullshit.


I make mistakes,

Yet my reckoning of me and that of those I love,

is far more focused how I and others react to those mistakes,

which matters more than the blunders.


Who wants a perfect robot with human flesh,

but no human emotions?

I prefer those who go wrong,

then realise their misstep and move to make things Right,

than those who seem always straight and narrow on a path of righteousness…


And have long known,

we learn more of ourselves and others,

from people fucking up,

than playing perfect and nowt but nice…

We are losing respect for not just each other,

but ourselves…The thing we call ME.

We are losing value for anything we do not find served up on a virtual platter.

We are becoming so far removed from Love that we are learning to love to hate…

we are learning to love the lies.

to love our lies…

By my side rants and raves my faithful hound,

in my heart can be found solely the valkyrie daughter of Boudica:

Yet inertia is growing,

I find the ice melt flood causing me to glow,

and will flow that love in the Right direction.

Also work to distract myself towards meaningful endeavour,

let the spirit take the reins as the bambi heart prances in the lavender…eyes glistening with tears of hope…

then find men of my motherland spouting such sublime lines as…

‘I have always seen…things…through different eyes’

I seek honest expression of the ME,

the thing behind the thoughts,

found at the core of the feelings,

beyond the body and the senses,

I mean all that remains,

when the flesh and cold hard thought is dismissed…

which I am calling SOUL..

SOUL is the essence,

it emerges with filters and expressions of feeling,

can be hidden behind many a pretty line,

but it is what we feel,

when we look into the eyes…especially our own in the most honest of mirrors.

it is all that matters.

We are meant to love each other,

We are meant to be open to each other,

its the only way we can know ourselves and love ourselves,

and then,

love others….

Yet people, myself included, get confused,

we find values, which others confirm,

when the only confirmation we should ever seek is found within,

its found in our essence,

its found in our Nature….


so dont ask a friend for advice,

ask the wind,

ask a waterfall,

ask anything but a human…

Speak to the trees,

dance in the waves,

stroke cats,

marvel with a smile in your heart at the wilderness in all its glory, nakedness and honesty,

and become one with this…



Ride the Wild SurF…Seek what makes you feel ALIVE.

I first came across Laird Hamilton when living in Brighton, as a 21 year old, in a cosy Hanover home, with a lively old skool skater hippetyhop emcee named Richy…he introduced me to many a fine sound, and we found kinship through skunk and muppet racemania, but the finest memory is one night, with the room full of sweet scented smoke, and he shared with me this video…I had no interest in skateboarding, which was the usual focus of his videos we watched when stoned and I had beaten him black and blue as Animal in the sportster. Yet this was different. This introduced me to a man, and several others, who spent their lives seeking intensity which so few will ever know, let alone seek every time dawn breaks…

‘Its that whole leap of faith…you make a commitment, you jump or you dont…you dont kinda jump, its real decision making…its like with surfing, you cannot be kinda on a wave , you are either on it, or not…you have to make the decision.’

I can relate, which warms my haggard, lonely soul…for I care so little for anything I cannot throw myself into with my everything. I suppose the two most prominent and pertinent examples are True Romance and riding a sports bike. With the latter, every move made at high speed, even low speed sometimes, is literally do or die, there can be no half measures, nothing tentative, when your life is at risk, which makes every single milisecond, every moment count for an eternity…

As for the former, true romance…its the same. There can be no half measures, there can be no tentative offerings of heart, that kinda scene is for others. Not the romeo corpses or more kindly put, his lineage, who still persist to this very day…those few and far between hearts of men and women, who are either all in, or nothing. For there is only half, measured and tempered with something else kept back, to be gained by throwing yourself on and into the flames of passion, when you make a half offering of your Everything…The problem, the risk, when seeking the intense, when giving your everything, is that your everything can be killed, ended, at best maimed beyond any semblance of recovery to become as it once was. I am inclined to solely the giving of my everything, in all my relations, above all, in those rare and precious inklings of the finest wine which can be drunk in this human journey; true love…

‘its a very natural thing, its very pure’.

‘you better be afraid…for anyone who comes to the wave and isnt afraid is going to be made to be afraid or…they are maybe not going to be around…’

‘the ocean has always been a place for me where I could experience a certain solitude you cant find on land…’

‘it truly humbles you and invigorates you at the same time…’

‘people have died a lot of ways…riding a big wave and dying wouldnt be a bad thing’

These men are singular. They are well meaning, have pondered life, and found something which makes them always feel more alive than anything else. And they seek nothing other after finding that gorgeous, sublime perfection of man and the glorious power of Nature, and the fact that they can be ended is respected, but not the attraction, its the vitality which courses through their essence…which keeps them coming back.

‘its a scary feeling…its like going to sleep and knowing the next day might be my last…’

Such immense Spartan understanding and application, is so rare and perfect to find in the present age of tentative, if any, showing of real passion, real feeling, total, unwavering devotion, to any cause…It is remarkable and amazing.

‘they will all risk their lives to save his’…

Such powerful words of a Woman, a beloved Woman, of one of the lunatics seeking to not tame, but become One with the most fierce waves the ocean can proffer. Magnificent, lunatic and so powerful and inspiring.


They risk everything to feel more alive than all humans other than those who seek similar extremes in other ways…and they seem brotherly, loyal, respectful and amazing,

As a friend told me, after relating a story of Laird finding his mate crunched, a leg pulled out a socket, a fin cutting his body to the bone, and he swam and swam and raged against and with the elements, and saved his soul…Laird is a Water God.

Such glorious people nourish my sense of adventure in truly, madly, deeply gorgeous and dangerous ways…the shallows are for minnows, the wild surf is for those who seek more.

There is a sickness in our souls…

I grow tired and tense from my ranting and raging of global affairs, of matters in which my pipsqueak of a virtual and more vocal in the flesh squealing, are as futile as I fear and others suggest. Yet now and then, I come across another, of like mind, like heart, and far more brave who reminds me that anything I do to challenge, to make people think for a few seconds, to share some Truth, some reality, as indeed I perceive it, is a job well done. For its too easy to revert to the ‘humans have always been horrid, why worry, focus on your own happiness, fuck everyone else’ stance, which never fits my outline, for I feel like a fraud when I kiss my beloved nieces, I feel like a villain when I embrace the wilderness, close to knowing that this world where I can enjoy such glorious moments, is on a steady, ever more narrow path towards such moments becoming impossible…

Yes yes! Humans have always been awful, some good, some bad, power attracting the very worst, but in times long gone, we were not facing the poisoning of the planet, the destruction of the ozone layer and global warming, which will lead to catastrophic carnage, perhaps in our lifetimes, assuredly in the lifetimes of our nieces and children. And then there is the global war machine…People do not think it matters, for they dont care or cant change it. Yet I believe it does matter if we are paying taxes towards not just the mass deceit the masses consume, but more importantly the mass slaughter and destruction our taxes are contributing towards in far away realms.

Other than her first hand knowledge, other than her narrative which goes so worryingly against what we have been told, it is when she responds to the one journalist of the mainstream media, which adds such brutal value to her words. For he is instantly silenced…

I would prefer to believe in this Obama Love. Yet it doesnt tally with the reality I find through delving and finding brave souls such as Eva Bartlett…’BBC, Guardian, New York Times’…she mentions directly. This ties in horridly with my own research. In fact everything she says, as others who have actually been to Syria report, confirms the very worst of my assertions…which are hard for even me to believe – The US and England, Israel, Turkey, KSA are the main support behind IS, Al Nusra aka the invaders of Syria…They are seldom found, but when they do appear, their message is uniform>>>

These people, who to me, seem very sincere, with zero motive to be anything other, are stating clearly that this man, Assad, who we have been told, repeatedly, is a psychopathic, murderous, mass slaughter maniac…is nothing of the sort.

This war made no sense to me, especially given the overt US plan to destroy and divide Syria, from many moons ago…

There is more to this, the Brookings Institute for example…which set out the plan for close to exactly what the US has done. Yet this is a renowned, hugely decorated US general, saying the same thing…I won’t bother going into 9/11, yet that is accepted as an Islamic attack on the West, by solely the mindless masses.

The question to ask yourself of General Clark, is what could he possibly gain from telling his story?

As for Libya…maybe the drum n bass soundtrack will help some appreciate the facts presented?

I have yet to find the facts presented as ‘fake news’….

Gaddafi was a lunatic, yet he loved himself as much as his people. He confronted the anglozionist power core, wanted to free other african states from IMF debt controlled horror, his people lived generally speaking, amazingly well by regional standards…and what did we do?

Our leaders have since fucked up Ukraine, supported and armed a steady mass slaughter routine, via our great pals the Saudis, of Yemen, and continue to demonize Russia and China, who just happen to be the only nations left standing and able to say FUCK YOU to the anglozionist death machine.

Maybe you ponder this the words of a crazed conspiracy theory advocate…Maybe you find more value in attending organised ‘protests’ to appreciate 500 genders,,,Maybe you feel that humans have always been awful and so just live your life, be loving and accepting…The latter makes me smile, yet all of these stances avoid the conclusion I am unable to steer clear of, which is that our governments are owned by power which is destroying the planet and millions of people, in our name, with our taxes…And even if you just want to live your life right, be real, be open, be decent, you and I are both paying into a system of planetary trauma…

I am too far gone into dealing with too much Fact to worry if friends and family wish to put a hand on my shoulder and say ‘steady on, Serpico! its all going to be okay…’. Because it is not.

This age is so much more pivotal than the many are led to believe…Yes yes! focus on social media campaigning to make it an insult to call a female a lady, to make it a cult of self through moral crusading for the non binary, non cis love is love 0.0000005%….Yes they matter, of course they do, as everyone matters, and love is love…but…what matters more to me, and it should do to them, is that we are paying taxes to destroy millions of people…and the planet we can only ever know as home.

We paid to kill a million people in Iraq…who had no WMD.

We paid to destroy Libya, who were the strongest economy in North Africa, amazing assistance to prosper.

We invaded Ukraine to light a fire in the backyard of a nation we consider a threat.

We supported a butchering invasion of the most brutal scum the world has known since the nazis.

The sickness of our souls is that we know this, but turn away to watch and speak of the Bachelor and My Kitchen Rules and repeat the lines of Utopia in the workplace, read prescribed scripts.

Some suggest I am an anti semitic pigfucker…yet to be against the genocidal regime in charge of Israel is not anti semite…for zionism is an extremist political movement. I have nothing against Judaism. The jews are generally well meaning, peaceful people. They wear funny hats, and employ odd beards, but they mean peace…they are not Zionists.

These thousands would not consider my position as anti semite…FOr they harbour the same disgust with a genocidal regime which projects its power very much above the US government and most European governments, for money is power and they have so much power of the media, and the financial institutions. I am not against Jews, I find their beliefs silly, as I do of most religions, but I do see a very clear difference between orthodox Jews and Zionism. They are not one and the same…

When I see a mixture of old anglo cultish old money power aligned with zionist power, at the top of a pyramid whose overt and covert design is global control, which includes risking the end to all possible existence of LIFE on the planet, I am behooved to rant and rave and hope to spread awareness…to inspire a rebellion.

If you have any hope for the world you live in, and the world you hope and assume your children, or in my case, my nieces, will inherit, I strongly urge you to take note.

Find me a maniac…by all means..but I challenge you to consider the same of this glorious, immensely smart truth teller>>






The RED ARMY will strike again! Run for cover!

What has proven disheartening of my travels through Eastern Europe is to have found the free walking tour guides promoting the same rhetoric as we are given further West. I am talking or the ‘threat’ of Russia.

Even with the brutality and savage genocide delivered by the Nazis, the Germans are not considered a threat or enemy, more a friend, to grasp towards whilst Russia is constantly spoken of as a major threat, as ‘invading UKraine’ as ‘stealing Crimea’ and yet much of this is predicated on an echo of the SOviet Union, which won WWII yet also crunched millions of the Russ…Yes the same horror was extremely painful to many in the Baltics. I understand why those connected to that era in any meaningful way would easily assume the Russian Federation is the SOviet Union. Regardless of the very obvious fundamental differences. What is truly saddening is how the younger generations have moved past that to embrace the US/ Western mainstream mantra…As in, Putin is a mad killer, a tyrant, with zero respect for human rights…

How many of these people have visited Russia?

I have made effort to meet locals, asked meaningful questions and learned pretty much the same story found in every capitalist realm on the planet…As in, the cities, the capital and other major financial centres are thriving, and yet to move a mile or ten outside of there reveals a decaying, deprived society, with the gap between rich and poor ever widening.

Russia felt no different. Moscow especially was en par with the most superb cities I have visited on Earth. I saw art erupting ubiquitously. Huge, sprawling public parks. Music. Food, Buskers. Lovers. No oppression was in any way apparent…I even saw an anti Putin ‘rally’ in the far more hipster yet still gritty St Petersburg…stood around a while, saw two coppers appear, who looked upon the demonstrators, lit each other’s cigs, then headed to the Hells Angels gathering, where problems were far more likely to appear…

In Moscow, I met two academics…they were not horrified by my opinion of Putin, yet took it fine as I explained I see from 8000 miles away and focus more on foreign policy, and after showing me Bulgakov’s house…they showed me a public square, which used to be a gathering point for political ranters and ravers. WHat did I see??? Children playing on swings, musicians playing trombones and harmonicas and makeshift drums, trees, happy people…I laughed, and thought more, as they watched me wait at a red light with no traffic to cross the road, asking me why i was waiting…yes yes…i thought…its Melbourne which seems more fascist for there are rules everywhere, for street artists, for crossing the damn road, for driving, for planting a tree, for changing your hard earned and purchased home, for traveling on public transport, which is a joke in comparison for the Moscow and ST P offerings not only run more efficiently, more cheaply, but are works of art…We have more rules to follow in Melbourne.

More rules means more to worry about, more push push push to be herded, to learn the script, to speak only in accepted lines….And my experience, finite as it assuredly is, leads to the conclusion that Russia is far more advanced in the main cities, people are more free. Yes, the other realms are lacking investment, and the capitalist model is leading to an ever widening gap between rich and poor…but i have my own measures, for ‘most liveable city’ and one of them is ‘how many people do I see truly, madly, deeply, in love? ANd Moscow, St Petersburg, Vilnius are massively superior to Melbourne in this measure…

Yes yes! I am spastic bambi, with appallingly hacked at top feathers and mangled snout! Yet still, my measure of a City is how many people I see truly in love, with eyes for only each other, beautifully cocooned in a Bliss born of their hearts, souls and flesh combining to find something gorgeous…

My aim was to ponder out loud this madness of millions believing in the RED TERROR…when I contest the following>>>


The EU report found that Russia had been provoked, innocent civilians bombed horridly, and finally Russia stepped in to say FUCK OFF. ENOUGH.



Was Russian for Aeons, then given to Ukraine, with the majority still Russian…in the late 20th century. Home of the Black Sea Fleet…25000 Russian troops legally homed there. ANd after the US funded coup., and attacks on russians encouraged, and directed, yes…Russia stepped in. Looking at Odessa…ethnic russians burnt alive, and the US fiends cuddling such neo nazi outfits as the Right Sector…so a referendum, to return to the land they were a part of for centuries…it was okay for Kosovo. It was okay for Scotland. But for ¬†Crimea? NO! RED ARMY ALERT…My own thoughts matter less than this>>>



This is the US wench for Eurasian affairs deciding the Ukranian government…adding in, FUCK THE EU…and yet most people assume Russia invaded Ukraine and stole Crimea?

You assume Russia invaded Ukraine and stole Crimea? ANd here is the US government deciding the Ukranian government whilst expressing their appreciation of the UK and EU as a whole as FUCK THE EU?…Yet you still think this was Russia?

Look at Libya…

Iraq was less lovely but still prosperous, superb health care, education, capacity to thrive…yet we bombed them, as we bombed Libya, and as for Syria….solely a lemming buys into the mainstream mantra and looks beyond their beloved Obama ‘we have launched 1000 air strikes…and ISIS have expanded by three times’…the Russians came in, enough was enough, and they started obliterating IS, whilst the Israelis supported them, armed them, healed them, as did the damn turks, until Russia warned Erdogan, of the uprising, funded by the US…echos of the 6 day war…yet it has been made clear, already seemed this way, to any logical analyst, that Israel were supporting IS and Nusra al-qaeda…

I am unsure whether to focus upon raging against the machine…or raging against the likely more serious threat to the survival of any and all species as the land, the planet where we dwell, the only true home we know…becomes so fucking toxic, that it cannot avert the exponential surge towards EXTREME…Its worth a wry chuckle, to conclude, I am more alert to environmental catastrophe than worried of nuclear apocalypse.

Maybe I should instead focus on using my words, growing my beard, buying some drainpipe jeans, and a copy of CUNT HIPSTER LEFTY MONThLY…and following the advice found therein?

The US war machine led by the Zionists…have destroyed Iraq, Libya, Syria. and are now telling you we must destroy north korea…wake the fuck up.

I want to live in a world where I can judge the well being of cities on how many people I see so in love that nothing else matters…

Call me an anti semite…blah blah blah…the reality is I despise and hate any one like Benji…who preaches not just hate, but mass murder.,.,.

Seek and show love…thats my only motto.