Party Politics 2.

Ladies and Gentlemen the world's not running like it used to. We used to have a booming v8  and a trillion horses under the hood and we'd be storming down the main straight, hitting a few snags along the way, but ultimately rising up. Now the brakes have been cut and we're rolling down hill fast. Why? There hasn't been any really change in politics since the inception of government. To take the car metaphor a little further, we haven't released a new model in decades and the current ones getting rusted and worn no matter how much it is botch fixed.

I'll use America, once the most powerful political and economic power in the world, as an example. There they have two main parties; Republicans and Democrats. Currently Obama, a Democrat, is in office and Mitt Romney, a Republican, is running to oppose him. This situation has been the norm for centuries with the exception of a few independent parties and of course the candidates running. Unfortunately despite their best efforts, the structure of the modern American political system and the way in which candidates campaign for presidency means that they cannot be focused wholly on the interests of the people. 

Lincoln stated at the Gettysburg Address in 1863 that they would create a "government of the people, by the people, for the people". 

This is sadly not the case in modern American politics. Candidates are endorsed by so many companies and have so many politicians and business men lobbying for them that their allegiances no longer lie with the people and with the constitution but with those they owe for getting them elected. I call for Party Politics 2.0 in which the government holds the interests of the people at heart as much as they do the interests of their lobbyists and their own Swiss bank accounts. 

Lets not even get started on Religious influence. The constitution calls for a separation between church and state. A fact, that if ignored, leads to the violation of a human right. Freedom of religion. We have the right to practise whatever religion we choose. By governing a country based upon one religions ideology you alienate the feelings and beliefs of all other religions. We need to run the country in a way that is fair and just. By making America a Christian country you ban abortion, you dis-allow gay marriage, you impose all sorts of laws that infringe upon human rights. Laws people may argue need to be passed, but laws that stop others having the same equal rights as another. 

Lets ignore the interests of religion and of lobbyists and of investors looking to piggy back off a presidential candidates win. We need a government that runs itself for the people and in order to make economic growth, environmental sustainability, defence, technology, education and health care, to name a few, work for the people and not for the wallets of those who threw money at them in order to slip the new president in to their back pockets for future leverage. I call for change. I call for a new way of governing America. Lets make the "free world" free again. 

A World Without Rules

I find it crazy how history repeats itself in such a horrific way. Kristallnacht happened on the 9th and 10th of November 1938 and today we are seeing similar scenes of racially focused violence in China. Japanese businesses, cars, products and people are all being attacked following the dispute of ownership of the Senkaku Islands. Currently controlled by Japan, the islands ownership came under dispute after an oil reserve was found. Now we see the streets of China erupting in a flurry of anti Japan protests following the story being reported on their national news. These are the facts. This is another war in the making. This is greed governing the decisions of government once more. Welcome to a world without rules, because thats where we're heading. 

This Modern World

We live in a brave new world. Our cities have grown from the earth and soared higher than mountains. Our technical and scientific achievements have sped up our evolution by decades. However, we are still victims of a crumbling economy. Why? The primary cause of this is corruption, greed and moral degradation within the political systems of the world.

We all held our ideologies in such high regard. We were smug and proud of what we had achieved, but in this modern world behind this film of sheepish hypocrisy, lives’ a murky, deep and mudded sea of self-interest and lies.

We had ideas that would advance us economically and as a people. Now we wish to only better ourselves individually. Case and point, the increase in the university fees in the UK. The cap of £3,000 was placed in order to provide equality in some small way. So that those who went into higher learning were not discriminated by their economic background. Now we are forced to forgo a University education due to a lack of money.

This is a short-term solution for our current economic problem. Of course this will stimulate the economy and cause a growth in that particular sector. Or so they thought? Surely with higher fees less people will go. Statistics showed a 8.7% drop in applications in the year of 2012, as it was the first year to implement the new fee scheme. This drop means that even the governments reasoning is flawed.

In truth this is only going to stifle the growth of a series of key generations that will lead us into the brave future beyond this economic downturn. This will mean less highly educated people and thus less people to fill the jobs we have been proven to be the best at. As a country, our greatest export is educated workers in the tertiary sector. With less of these people we are going to be flooding one sector of the job market. More people will be vying for the jobs in trades cluttering this area and stiffing our growth technologically and, as a knock on effect, our growth as an economy.

The motivating factor behind this move for our current government was purely short term. They saw a way of making money back now and hadn’t outwardly considered the ramifications of their actions. Now, I’m not going to claim to have all the answers and this is merely my opinion. I feel that this is a bad move designed to ensure that Cameron’s back is covered, a idea that is evident in Cleggs recent apology for going back on a promise he made before the election.

I hope I’m wrong about everything in this article. I hope that in a decade, when my generation and the generation following me are running the country, we are able to do so to the best of our ability and without any hindrance in education. I hope that Cameron proves me wrong in the remainder of his term. As the sun sets on today we head into uncertain times. I hope we can rekindle our love of forward thinking as a country for the sun will soon rise on tomorrow and we need to be ready for a brave new world.

Chapter 8

And so I hit Chapter 8. The book is coming along nicely and, since I last posted, has found a title. I decided to give you a little more from my hyper-violent, sexy road movie of a book! It is shaping up to be insane and hopefully quite chilling. Who knows it might actually be good!

So here it is, a teaser directly out of the book.

"She stood there, not more than a foot shorter than me. Her hair was a dark purple and her eyes a deep hazel. She had a silver ring through her bottom lip and a cheeky grin. She was cute. A soft voice that I can hear now, as I tell you this story. Words were kind to her. It reminded me of my mother and when she’s read me books. She read everything in a hushed whisper."


Violent huh?


Thanks for reading and please take time to check out the Indygogo campaign and help me get some of my short stories published!

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Dark Matters!

Today I launched an Indiegogo campaign to raise money to publish a collection of short stories in a book called 'Dark Matters'. The money raised will go towards printing the books in both hard back and paperback variations as well as marketing the books online. I hope you support and share this campaign and will help me get my book published! Thanks, Matt.

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Thoughts of a Dying Atheist Part II

Soon world, I shall unleash the second part of the Thoughts of a Dying Atheist story which follows a disturbed psychiatrist on his day to day life. It will be published in a collection called 'Dark Matters' along with two other shorts, "The Collective" and "Mockingbird", so take note and keep checking back here for news! Thanks, Matt.

Prometheus...

So, Prometheus. One of the year's hottest releases and easily the film I have been most looking forward too. Other than The Dark Knight Rises and The Avengers, this had the most to live up to in terms of fan expectation. People wanted a lot of this film and were hoping that it would deliver the goods. So what were my thoughts you ask? After seeing the film in an Imax screening a mere three days ago I can successfully say that I have digested the events of the films 124 minuet run. I have concluded that it is one of the most spectacular things I have ever seen. In the opening shot we see planet earth in all its majesty, shot in a way that is reminiscent of 2001: A Space Odyssey. In a similar way to that film, Prometheus then goes on to explore the origins of man. A weighty theme that I feel it carried well through its course. The story is at times cliche and predictable but never in a way that detracts from the overall spectacle of the movie. Far be it for me, a humble nerd, to critique the directorial efforts of Sir Ridley Scott but I feel he handled this film better than any other. His last effort,  the disappointing Robin Hood, left me wanting more  and I can safely say that I got what I wanted and then some. From the opening shot to the closing shot Prometheus is a ride that delivers visually and in the story department. While the script is sometimes shaky with some strange story directions and poor character development, on the whole it delivers. I can't talk about the film without giving mention to the trio of actors that lead the cast. Fassbender, Theron and Rapace are all on top form here with Theron providing a different take on the 'company woman' and with Rapace offering a faith driven lead that is as good as Ripley from the original films. It is Fassbender however that steals the show with the most impressive performance that mixes child like wonder with Sheldon-esque genius qualities. He is perfect as the curious android David and quickly becomes the driving force behind the film. So to sum up, Prometheus delivers. Its not as good as Alien or Aliens and won't be stealing any praise from Blade Runner but it is easily one of the best science fiction films of the past decade. A must watch.

**** - 4 Stars

Also I started a new book.

Just because the last one bored me so much I started a new book today, something will a better story I think. Its all still highly dysfunctional and cynical, but hey. The title of this un-polished turd 'Fuck Everything'. Its very much a working title. But in the interest of fairness, here my few followers is a taste of its majesty.

“I had an interesting gift of Jacks sister”

It would have killed me. The conversation that is. If I hadn’t been protected by my good friend Jack Daniels.

“I sat there, family and friends gathered around, and proceeded to open a small rectangular box. After sifting through the blue paper I found…” she pauses for a moment, laughing slightly at what she’s about to say, drawing out the tension.

“A vibrator.” She finishes.

God damn it world!

Another casualty of war. Another slave to a system that sucks in the youth of this country and then uses them as pieces of meat to fuel their fire. Put simply, the biggest arms dealer's in the world cash in on these poor souls. Now of course their not innocent in all of this mess, they signed up for it after all, but just because they are willing participants doesn't give the government and the media the right to exploit them. But at the end of the day we don't live in a democracy, we live in a business. This country is just a huge business and we are the employees getting fucked. Happy camping to all this bank holiday, I hope that the weather doesn't depress the fuck out of you as much as it does me. Trask out!

Just a cool picture of the sky not far from where I live. We never have nice weather here so this is a welcome surprise!

Thoughts...

So here we go guy's, just for you I am posting some of my earliest work. Its a short story entitled 'Thoughts of a Dying Atheist'. It follows the internal thoughts across a single day of an unnamed psychiatrist. Its dark and quite twisted. My inspiration was American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis to give you some idea as to what your in for.

http://procido.co.uk/m/

So there's the link to my official website (ignore the domain its temporary) where you can find the short in pdf format or you can download both mp3 or ogg format of an audio book I recorded depending on your preference. Just in case I will post the story below for you to read as well. As usual, please share this everywhere you can if you like what you read. Thanks guys, Matt.

Thoughts of a Dying Atheist

Sympathy is a mask behind which the frail and ignorant grovel. I am NOT one of those people. I don’t hide from myself. I am not deterred by my reflection. Nor do I entertain a belief in God or in good or evil. Then, what is evil? Is it fear? Is it the cold sense, the eerie breeze on your neck in the dark. Or is it a part of us. Is it the potent combination of both power and desire? Is it love? My favoured emotion is our most primitive. Our instinct. Hate.


Friday


11:15am-12:15pm

Mrs Rachel Diaz-Decker. A ‘Mrs’ thanks to her husband, Michael Decker of Decker/Dean & Associates. Much to my dismay, she has been a regular at my door for almost two years now. She is a tall, sickly looking woman. Her ego only outweighed by the sheer volume of make-up she applies to her crackling skin. A brunette, or at least today she is. With every moment she continues to talk, her suburban accent ringing in my ear, i want more and more to segment her body into precise and equal pieces. Her conceited personality makes my skin crawl. She is a simple, self centred megalomaniac. It is clear that she needs a companionship her husband cannot provide, she’d happily let me fuck her as she has fucked most within her many ostentatious social clubs.

I wish i could just asphyxiate her now. That way i’d be freeing not only myself, but her husband from her consistent unfaithfulness. I could just snap her neck. She’s not going to be strong enough to over power me. I fear this may go on for some time. I curb my desires. Soon will come her time. I’ll have fun killing her.

12:30pm-2:00pm

I take a break from my clientele. This brief interlude between patients allows for my regular work out. I begin with one hundred stomach crunches. Then fifty jump rope pounces. Then I break my routine. I choose a lunch of balanced protein, in chicken, and vitamins A and C, within lettuce and tomatoes. I drink a glass of still water, shipped from Norway; I ensure that I only consume the best quality. Before I invite my afternoon appointment into my office, I change from my sweats into a fresh and pristine suit, following a shower. I exfoliate my skin and sit behind my desk, ready.

2:30pm-3:30pm



Then she enters. Lilly Wordsworth. Long blond hair, rouged lips, coated in red against her lifeless complexion. She was beautiful. However, I could never pay attention to her. I am sure her problems were plentiful, but I couldn’t tell you a single one of them. I spent the duration of our sessions mentally undressing her and picturing what she’d be like in bed. A sensuous beast no doubt. I felt the urge to fuck her, but my appetite remained caged by our situation. She was always so quiet. Her voice so delicate I felt that my interruptions may fracture it. I think it was her eyes, they were deep and blue. They drew you in, even if my mind was wondering away to a bedroom.  I am sure it wasn’t love, more addiction.

This was the day.


9:15pm

I ride the tube from Oxford Circus to Piccadilly. After exactly seven stops, I’d arrive home. This night I detoured. Lilly sat at the far end of the last carriage. I averted my gaze from the foul man that sat opposite me. She was ever radiant and vulnerable. She looked at me. Compelled, I took my place next to her and listened.

Together we exited the train, two stops before my usual. She followed me into the night club, I the Shepard with my sheep. I didn’t queue. Money buy’s power and power is everything in my world. The insatiable need to fuck her rose. She drank vodka and I water. She was intoxicated. My eyes became fixated on her lips as she smiled. I began to sweat. She danced. Her body the altar and her innocence the sacrifice. An alluring body, pulsing in front of me. Inviting me in.

I grasped her arms as she lifted them above her head. Staring directly into her eyes i saw my reflection. ‘Carpe diem’. I threw her back and kissed her. The taste of her twenty two year old, fragile flesh was  captivating. She looked up at me, a hero on a pedestal. Her face a submissive facade. Keeping a firm hook on her hand I dragged her down a dark corridor into the men's toilet. A foul odour hung in the air. I pushed her into the graffiti ridden cubicle. She fell onto the besmirched and grey toilet seat. Her eyes fixed upon my lips. Screaming out for me. I pushed her head back and un-zipped her scarlet red dress. Blood coursed through my veins as i lifted her onto my lap. She kissed my neck, her skin soft to the touch. 

The deed was done.

Now for the closing act.  Lilly panted as i placed my leather belt through the final loop. I gathered a pair of black shooting gloves from my pocket and placed them on each hand with my back turned away from her. “Doctor?” she spoke. Her voice was once so sweet. So unspoiled. She looked up at me once more. Innocence lost. I breathed deeply. The real fun begins. I turned to look at her. For a moment her face smacked of desperation as i savoured the last urge. The final drive. I grabbed her neck, the thumping music of the club cloaking my anger. I squeezed harder, and harder, as she struggled, throwing her arms out at me. Her mascara ran along side tears. She scrambled for a breath that no longer existed. In those eyes I saw her delicate form slip away. I was God.

Finally all life drained. I loosened my grip and took a few steps back. I glanced down at her half naked corpse. A defiled memory strewn across the toilet in the filthy, sullied cubicle. I had her innocence, her life. I have control. Seeing her their, still, i have one last pity fuck. However, living women fuck better, but even in death i crave my own kind.

Bon Jour!

Bon jour! Hello! My el nombre is Matt and I am a young writer from Wales (that rock attached to England). I hath created this page to advertise myself and my work as pretentious as it may sound. So here's a little information about me. I love technology, movies and music as any creative person does. I am currently writing a book entitled 'Fractured' which follows a young girl as she wakes from a coma into the perfect Utopian world. I shall be posting the first draft prologue here for you to download and read. I will also be posting some of my earlier work here as well starting with a short story I wrote for my English A-Level coursework called 'Thoughts of a Dying Atheist' (yep, after the song). So I hope you like my stuff and are willing to take the time to spread the word to get people reading. Thanks very much, Matt.