Listening to Theresa May justify such heavy handed policing with the usual repetetive, brain-washing soundbites makes my blood both boil and run cold, which is rather uncomfortable
In a world where the flow of information, at speed and from a multiplicity of independent sources is vital for effective resistance, the ability to “geo-fence” an area to block the recording and transmission of information is a threat. Police violence? Prove it – where’s your video?
So a gas company can pollute your environment and ruin your health and pay you off and shut you up and then move on to the next site?
So the NSA has paid GCHQ 100 million over the past three years for information it gathers by spying on citizens – information that could bring a knock on the door in the middle of the night to anyone who innocently googles the wrong phrase. Meanwhile the UK Border agency illegally stops and questions people of colour in London streets whilst tweeting live updates of its “successes” and the hate vans roll around with their fictional statistics and Police in Balcome use excessive force to defend an energy company’s right to profit from the destruction of ecosystems against the wishes of locals, (whilst, simultaneously, the Greenland icesheet starts its slide into the sea after record high temperatures). And, of course, there’s Cameron’s disingenuous porn filter initiative – which is undoubtedly a mechanism primarily for blocking a whole host of other material, from Anarchism to Zinn, and for identifying the disobedient opters-out, in order to make GCHQ’s job easier. Delilah is rather overwhelmed at the acceleration of the police state apparatus recently, and the brazen cynicism with which it is being deployed.
Bad times for blowing whistles on the shady. Manning waites to see how many of the possible 130 years he might get detained for, whilst Snowden gets refugee status in Russia and Assange waits it out in his Embassy hideyhole. It seems Governments don’t like to have the skeletons in their cupboards rattled. Who knew?
Delilah has been observing the shenanegans of our lords and masters as they trash the planet for their own enrichment, and reckons her highest calling is to bear witness. Her Landlord, on the other hand, wants her to work at Poundland. Negotiations are not going well.
Delilah will be having a few days off in a Yurt on the South Downs, and wishes everyone well.