of late: BBC blog response and a bus wizardesse

In reply to the bbc.co.uk's blog, http://worldhaveyoursay.wordpress.com/2008/03/21/would-you-like-to-know-what-i-think-about-iraq/ where they ask: "...He says it’s time for journalists to come clean about their views. Would it be more honest and more impartial if we told you what we think?"

My response (being moderated); (did it show up?):

The more honesty in the chain-of-command called journalism, the better. Imperfect, but at least we are less misled. Traditionally, all in “lower” chains of command (i.e. here, journalists), have had to subordinate their humanity to the hierarchical norms sent down from “on high” (i.e. here, editors and owners). If they didn’t, they were “weeded out”. Today, the game of journalism begins on the foundation where journalists have to have the right “internalized values”, and if they don’t, they find themselves on paths similar to Gary Webb and many others forced to fend for themselves when it truly matters. Thus, all you nice journalists are “left, center, and right” within the stupidity of colonization as usual, where ideas and truths beyond the limits of so-called “freedom” aren’t even considered as “reputable” and so on and so forth; and since they don’t “fit” within the prescribed “right, centre, left” scenario, then they’re out.

By the way, this idea that “we” readers and such “set the agenda”–what a farce! You take topics that *agenda setters* set and then tell the public that *they* somehow set the agenda! What lies!

The BBC is “nice” to the liberal game players of colonization (not that being “nice” to the centre and right would be any different) and remains steps ahead of such naive simpletons, appearing to be “objective” while confining the limits of human responsibility by playing as though promoting contexts to “news” is not your “job”! Who gets to define these foundations upon which you build your so-called objectivity?? Not any democratic form, that’s for sure!


In other news,
had an interesting time on the bus through a dangerous side of town at a dangerous time of night lastnight. A woman got on and appeared to be in the throes of some drug. Most people did what's "normal" in urban places, ignored. Except there was another woman with a baby nearby.

My response was intuitive and tainted with "radical" creativity. i moved closer in once the man she had come in with had been raved at to get "the fuck" out. Intuitively i found myself looking into this lady's eyes as much as possible and as directly as possible. She reminded me of a raucous male friend of mine, anyway; a smaller version, but potentially just as cantankerous. With her one hand having long fingernails and her black leather coat and all her cussing. She was obviously having a rough time of life, like so many of the rest of us.

When I'd first sat down near her, i'd said to her that she was a wizard. She sat, silently, and we spoke much with our eyes. Her eyes could look into mine to verify that i wasn't messing with her. She then covered the more feminine aspects of her clothing (some pink shoes i had noticed), and i psychicly braced myself.

She challenged me, finally. "What are you looking at?"

"Your powerfulness," I said.

She said, "what?"

I repeated.

Pretty wild, eh? What was i getting myself into?

Well, i went further, calling her a wizard "or whatever other word you would use", and she feigned energy towards me as tho i was irrational; she succeeded in making eye contact with another rider, who smiled away, but said nothing (verbally anyway); i *let her* try to put me down at "my expense" (avoiding getting caught up in the "normalized" idea of competitive social appearance), accepting, aloud, that i must be talking to myself; i got on her level...wearing my weird art clothing and all... Nearing my exit, i somehow mentioned she must know of the Rainbow people, such was her vibe. And then we parted saying "peace" to each other.

What might have happened hadn't i been there? Likely she would have been met by the police or psych squad (public buses get so many of such folks, they *must* have such kinds of response things, right??); but somehow, a little "radical" interaction in the crucial arts made a difference...

What i was trying to instill:
The idea that we are all powerful. That we are "wizards"; that we have powers and how do we want to see ourselves, most? What do we want to do with our powers, when we begin to see them? Do we want to perpetually flail? i don't think so!