Leon - Wednesday 18 May, 2022

Leon Benjamin passed away this morning, after a viciously short illness.

Leon and I were connected for many years on our socials, and even when he wrote to me about my mother's terminal brain cancer; by the time it was all over for Mum, I'd completely forgotten about Leon and his messages of support. He persisted in getting to know me despite my confiscated influence on social media due to deplatforming. 

Those are always the best people. The one's who couldn't care less about your status.

I had the privilege of getting to know Leon when I moved back to the UK. He loved my writing and wanted to get me involved in work. We'd never met in real life, so after writing an Amazon proposal for him, he was excited about some of the ideas I put forward and he wanted to meet in real life to talk about working together.

I was broke so I needed support from DWP for train tickets (Hi guys, I know you read my blog) to travel to London, and they agreed and then reneged on their promises without telling me on the three occasions I was given different criteria, to prove our meeting was professional.

Documenting it here and for over two years on my journal has been recursive. Nobody in the civil service has ever had the time to read the full extent of what I've encountered, but an ombudsman, a lawyer or a jury are obliged to read the evidence in full and will surely understand that repetition of obstruction is by normal evidentiary standards proofs of conspiracy - a very serious accusation in the civil service. 

Senior colleagues gave assurances, so I agreed, to drop all complaints and moving forwards, if I'm treated without prejudice, that's the end of the matter. 

However if further obstruction returns, the onus is your side to explain random re-upload requests of the documentation I provided thrice,  to prove it was a business opportunity meeting Leon in February this year.

Three months after that meeting, and a nameless agent apropos of nothing, and demonstrably provable irrelevancy, reposts my original five files with no feedback? I didn't raise this matter with your superiors recently, because it's trivial compared to the provable obstruction. That doesn't mean it isn't documented.

Leon always talked about meeting, but he was a very busy guy so to secure the deal, I had to be a bit pushy with him. I finally got an appointment and while I was waiting at The Granary bar (St Pancras, my old stamping ground), he messaged his train was delayed and I flippantly replied 'that's OK, I'm drinking champagne on your tab 😎. '

When he arrived, He asked where's the champagne, and when I explained I was only joking, he said let's have some champagne and I ordered a bottle of Veuve Cliquot, which he only touched one glass of, as he was technically an abstainer.

It was a lovely afternoon (just a perfect day) and Leon was glowing with health, humour and vitality. When we departed, Leon was convinced he'd find another project to work on together as the proposal I'd written had fallen through due to standard corporate changes of strategic direction. All that documentation is on my UC journal and as mentioned, was for no reason re-uploaded a few days ago.

Leon and I were more than just similar. We both knew why we're here and the price we must pay. He was mixed international and we shared Maltese genetics. Most of our conversations were metaphysical so that's why we needed to meet face to face in order to cement any possibility of working together.

Leon knew I was unemployable as a targeted individual, but he didn't flinch at that, and I pray this sudden illness and even quicker demise is not connected to me (it wouldn't be the first time).

There are only a handful of people in the corporate world who can execute consultant project management at a C-Suite level and still inform everyone they know and care about, what is really going on, when the entire corporate-narrative-world is lying about vaccine efficacy/mortality/toxicity, masks and lockdowns.

Leon was man. A real one. 

He told me to my face he couldn't give a fuck about upsetting anyone in the world as the only people he cared for were his family.

You are not gone for me Leon. Your uniqueness left an indelible change on my heart, as it did with many who met you.

In these days it's almost impossible to be a great family man, a truther and high level corporate consultant.

You showed the world how to juggle all three masterfully.

Update: The funeral is on the fifth anniversary of my mother... i have no words

Death - It's a Part of Life

Yesterday my mother passed away peacefully at Southampton University Hospital after battling brain cancer for the last year and a half. I couldn't be more happier for her now that she is at peace and released from the struggle to draw breath. I want to thank all of you who have been so kind and supportive. You know who you are.

Boston Bombing Family Guy. Watch This Before It's Pulled

There are many explanations for predictive programming and not all of them work for me. An oft repeated claim is that in order for free will to be maintained humanity must be informed of removal of free will events beforehand thus honouring the idea of free will at an occult level. It's important to remember that you might not believe in occult techniques but a simple study proves powerful influences often do.

Another idea is that predictive programming softens people up to not ask the right questions after an event. Boston Bombing? Oh that would never be a false flag. That too works for me.

However it all might just be the age old phenomenon of creative people channelling the future and I'm cool with that if it wakes people up to the Boston False Flag Bombing.

So why is Family Guy writer Seth MacFarlane so outraged at the idea? After all it is he that wrote an episode three weeks before the Boston Marathon portraying death and carnage from psychotic car driving and setting bombs off.

I'm A Child of the Seventies

I've been saying this for a long time but to have been born Generation X is one of the greatest privileges in human conciousness. Old enough to have known survivors of the First World War while they were still lucid about the experience, lived without a telephone (or even a TV on occasions), born abroad (in my case) and lived in several countries, but most importantly to have lived without electronic mediation of everything. 

It's not so much that I don't love the internet (I love how it scours down tyranny and greed and holds a mirror up to ourselves) it's just I have a reference point to a golden external period, which admittedly was a bubble; but what a bubble to live inside, however briefly. 

Naturally we had all the usual issues that families have including an unhappy marriage between my parents.

But there was a soundtrack to it all and it sounds just as good today as it did over the radio back then. I can barely believe that I existed to hear this emerge fresh from whatever bubble of electronics and humanity that got together in the right way.

Family Guy Joins The Muppet Meme Against Warmongering Psychos

As forecast, the control system is collapsing under the weight of it's own absurdity. This killer-funny Family Guy sketch nails the U.S. media toxicity in spades. First the Muppets take on Fox News and now Family Guy slams the US/UK/Israeli warmongering machine to the wall. People are waking up big-time to the deception.

I said back in 2009 that Family Guy clips are so good that it's insanity to remove them from Youtube. If Rupert Murdoch had a clue about marketing he'd upload thousands of these and let them rake the attention dollar in for nothing.

Woah This Is Trippy

The multiverse as outlined in M-Theory is, as most bleeding edge science is, both mathematically supportable and at the same time as mystical as say the resurrection of Jesus Christ. It's well outlined in an entertaining manner in this Family Guy episode.

All the best for 2011.

McDonalds & Family Guy

I shouldn't say this given my pseudo Neo-Marxist and anti Globalist/Corporate sentiment but I'm fascinated by McDonalds. No really; practically obsessed with them and particularly their breakfasts which (when I wrote this post and put it in the draft folder) I'm just waiting for some jeans to tumble dry (naughty given I'm in the tropics) and then I'm off for one of the finest precision breakfasts on the planet. The Sausage and Egg McMuffin with hash brown and coffee. I've also been squeezing in a couple of hot cakes with syrup after but you don't need to know that, because I really don't want to think about it.

So let's start as we mean to go on and shoot straight, because I think what McDonalds knows about themselves and what they don't know about themselves is the gap that I'd like to help them out on if a chance avails itself which is unlikely given I have a problem with Ronald McDonald. He's got to go; or at least maybe lose the clown suit, the make up, the big feet, the voice and that fucking red wig. I mean, we all know that a person better have a great personality if they have ginger pubes in much the same way that if born black in American it's a good idea to stay as far away from the law enforcement officers and their testosterone pumped, steroidal spiked aggression issues. That doesn't mean I don't like red hair. On the contrary; along with a Jewish Princess girlfriend I alway keep an eye open. You know, just in case.

 

I will come back to Family Guy a lot more, because when Faris wrote a while back that sport and religion have a wider remit than just playful competition and spiritual fulfilment I agreed with him and then some. I wrote back here that I think football performs an interesting social function when observed as conversation in pubs, and say, back-of-taxi discussions. I'll be using Family Guy for the same purpose in the future, as a tool, but first I should explain that even though I've only watched Season Five I'm convinced I'll be able to explain a lot of stuff using these types of clips that don't really exist legally on Youtube and yet are a poweful way for content producers to 'showcase' their stuff in much the same way as advertising works.

The one above serves it's purpose for me to dramatise police agression and also introduces some more people to Family Guy. If FOX were smarter they'd have every known  humorous scenario of 5-10 second clips available on a searchable database for free so that people could use it to explain stuff. Same applies to the Simpsons or indeed any content such as the ghastly Friends or infinitely hipper Seinfeld. Both of which I've never watched much of but get the gist.

Back to McDonalds because I read this tweet earlier by Saul Kaplan who I often disagree with, but more in terms of scope than sentiment. The thing is that while it's easy to bash McDonalds for being the archetypical globalised brand with rapacious corporate in-sustainability, it is not so well know that McDonalds is one of the more progressive global brands when it comes to moving in the right direction. Sure they may have some farming methods which are mind boggling huge but they actively work on their responsibilities much harder than many so called mega corporate brands. We too have our responsibilities as I wrote back here and I've been using the same plastic knife and fork they give out as it's no trouble to reuse.

But what really excites me about McDonalds is that I think they are one of the few brands that almost ticks off the religious devotion that is, like my breakfast addiction, probably irrational and yet as I've learned in many different countries I think McDonalds also has the ubiquity of understanding globally that means it's here to stay and which is why I want to be on the inside and not on the outside.

Let me explain.

All over the planet I will have problems asking for different basic words in different languages. My Cantonese is rubbish so I'm struggling to ask for essential things like 'water', or 'food' or 'somewhere to sit down' or 'coffee', and yet it doesn't matter where I am on the planet, even if the country has no McDonalds. Everybody understands what I mean. It's global language and that is a powerful idea which we need to nurture and try to work on so that it retains some sense of dignity and that too is where I get excited about McDonalds.

I first got to thinking about this stuff the last time I was in Hong Kong because I have a deep respect for a global franchise that hires a person with learning difficulties. I've blogged about this elsewhere but can't find it in either posts or comments so I need to repeat that when enjoying (and I do enjoy them) a Sausage and Egg McMuffin with Hash Brown and Coffee I think it's great that while I'm not quite so comfortable having my table wiped by someone with learning difficulties, who reminds me of the sadness in the world, I'm moved and humbled by brands that employ people with challenges in life, who might otherwise remain anonymous and day by day lose their ability to integrate with the world. So thanks for that McDonalds because I respect you and your more open minded employment policy. But there's also a lot more to you.

I was reminded only a couple of weekends ago on a Ferry ride away in Aberdeen, Hong  Kong because I got talking to more local Cantonese than any other time in my life. The Chinese are often held to be inscrutable but in my experience public life interaction is culturally different and like any other culture there's always going to be a latent resentment of other dominant cultures. But the subject is massive so don't sound-bite me on that or even thin slice me because I've got a massive post brewing on handwritten paper to try and flesh that topic out and it's both enormously sensitive and one of the trickiest to tip toe around without sounding like a pampered white boy - which I am. It does need typing up first though.

My first conversation with a retired but smartly dressed Chinese guy nearly made me fall off my stool. He paid no attention to the black nail varnish I've occasionally been wearing this year or even my silly hat and scarves affectation I've moved on to.  But for Asians they mean a lot, because the nail that sticks out gets hammered in and yet this chap proceeded to engage in broken English conversation. After introducing myself and explaining a little of what I do, he did something that is anathema for many people let alone an elderly Asian gent having a conversation with Gweilo as we're referred to in this part of the world (it means ghost and is semiotically up there with Farang in Thailand though like Thailand, it's ubiquity has softened it's tonality).

He explained to me that his son was lazy. That his son's wife was fat and that they both were not working full time although his son had some cancer that prevented him from working some times. He described to me how fat the wife was and how they both turned up at his house religiously each evening for a cooked meal that his own wife had prepared because they were too lazy to do so themselves. He didn't explain it with malice. It was pure matter of fact and then he went on to describe that he was disappointed in his son who had received an education in England and from his not unreasonable Engineers salary had received a reasonable number of opportunities in life. I couldn't help but correlate that I was his own sons age and that we had talked about how I could be so mobile. It was  a lovely converation while we drank our coffee together waiting for his wife to return from a bit of shopping in an area that I can only reference as being the Bull Ring of Hong Kong in terms of it's urban tonality and yet oddly enough I noticed it was completely void of teenagers. Babies and Pensioners yes. But no teens.

I guess it was me going back for some more of those hot cakes with that maple syrup they do which t led to my next encounter. Sitting next to me was a young and attractively dressed woman with two gorgeous toddlers clambering all over the seats and demanding attention in that way only really cute kid can pull off without appearing tiresome and boy these two kids were cute. We got talking and the mother used the opportunity to remind the lovely little urchins that they were both doing English at school  and so could say hello and give me their names. I spoke briefly to the mother who I admired because it was evident she was working in some capacity during the week, taking care of her children and both managed to look presentable as well as having delightfully cute kids. The apple hadn't fallen far from the tree in this instance.

I've no idea why I knew she worked in the week but it's a skill I've picked up over the years reading peoples clothes to know this sort of thing. Lots of little indicators like the watch, shoes, makeup and accessories. Accessories tell us a lot if we look hard enough.

Anyway, mission accomplished I dispensed with the ferry ride back and caught a bus into Hong Kong central as I'm determined to cover as much ground as possible while I'm here and get to know the whole place. The bit that kept me ticking over was the good luck to have proper interaction with locals. There's little chance that I could have done this with both a young mother and an elderly gent in places like Starbucks or Pret a manger and it's that social interaction permission that I think is a powerful part of the future of McDonalds because they've nailed all that outstanding value breakfasts which cut right through demographics and geography. I think it's time to start figuring out both more of the role they play in the social fabric of all the communities that they fulfill a role in. Which in this age is really a highly fractured and increasingly atomised nuclear family structure. The ability to faciliate more meaning in the world means, I believe, that they need more meaning management. Something I'm quite keen to do for them.